Everyone plays a part in life, you don't get a choice.

At least that's what I was taught to believe.

Harry styles, warrior.

That's all people ever really saw in me. I was to be a hand of justice to stop those destined for evil and protect those destined for good.

Emotions were not allowed.

I had currently been training since 3 this morning, it now being 9 in the evening. I was slacking of a bit, I needed to be here training longer.
I was the son of Desmond the great, the white night as he is formally called. It is a great honour to be his son. I strive to be like him.

But I'm not.
I don't like violence, or harshness. I love flowery patterns and smiling, unlike the expected armour and stern mouth. I wasn't what I needed to be. For my destiny.

So I lie.