Reforging

It has been long. And hard. And so very worth it.
The longer I walk among mortals, the more I see their flaws. Unjustified arrogance. Depthless greed. Sniveling cowardice. Blind foolishness. Merciless cruelty. And yet, someone always reminds me there are reasons to protect them. That I am not flawless myself. After all, my beloved mother herself proved fallible. If the creator is spoiled, how can I, the creation, be perfect?
So I've been fighting. Fighting for all of them, the good and the bad. Fighting for myself. Fighting for tomorrow. For through all this bloodshed, all this intrigue, all these battles against monsters and men, all this political fencing with remorseless schemers and misguided sages, there is one thing that has become clear to me. I don't want to bring everything down in flames, burn it all to the ground. Not anymore. I want to cast it on the anvil, make something new and beautiful. As I reforged my Miracle, my armor, so do I wanna reforge these lands and their people. Bring together what was broken. Give the misshappen new shape. Create a new purpose. The Lady Protector has turned from a pointless title and showoff to a manifested truth. Zradelle. Hopefully East Zothlan. Perhaps Uppland.
We have all struggled with our goals. With what can be sacrificed, what must be safeguarded, how far we're willing to go, what is worth protecting. I do not think we have arrived to a common end yet. Nor can I say that I am right and that it is Fearna, Niah or Rana who is wrong. But I feel like I finally know what to work towards.
I cannot save everyone. But I can damn well strive for a better world. I can damn well accept that I myself am gifted, in war and in leadership. And I can damn well fight through and lead them to something new and greater. Someone may take over after that, but the journey is my turn at the helm.
A part of this future has already been written. The rest, I will scribe myself upon the pages of history.