Though I was prepared to embrace the power that was bestowed upon me since my birth. The same one, which secured me fame and stature, kept eluding my reach. I was not positive how or why, but it seemed to me as if words had selected the most inopportune time to play games on me.

The moment I believed I had caught a thread of my thoughts, that I had tamed the raw power of the words, they would slip out of my grip and leave me empty-handed. The crumbled pieces of paper that covered the floor spoke loudly of my frustrations.

Perhaps the pressure was too much for me to bear. It was conceivable that even the greatest of bards could not channel the power that so few men are allowed to even perceive, the power of words.

She could see how much I struggled and thus wished to offer me some assistance. However, I did not know myself what would inspire me to compose what we required to save the world.

It felt like no writer had ever been under so much pressure as I was then. I feared that I might break like a tree branch in a storm.

"I am not certain, my lady. It is as if my inspiration is not enough to summon just the appropriate words to rid us of those demons, as if the power of my mind is not great enough to choose them." I said candidly.

"How can I even know what the proper words are? Do they hold some distinctive markings on them for us to recognize them?" I asked.

"I don't pretend to know much about words or writing. However, I know a thing or two about life. Whenever I needed to say something important, only one thing helped me get through it, to find just the right words." Marisol said.

"What might that be, my lady?" I asked, intrigued.

"I didn't rely on conventional expressions. I didn't use empty words that so many people choose to use just because they are common. Instead, I spoke from my heart. I listened to the words that my heart whispered to me, not those that my mind told me." Marisol said.

"So that when my friend's husband died, I didn't tell her that everything would be okay, I didn't pretend to understand her pain just because I lost my husband as well. I told her the truth. I told her that we all went through different types of pain since we are all different people. I admitted that I could not even begin to imagine the sorrow she was going through.

"I told her that the pain would never go away, but that with time the healing will start. That it would be a slow and painful process but that it will occur. However, what's more important, I told her that I would be by her side, whatever she might need. Whether it was a shoulder to cry on or someone to help her forget her worries.

"That's what matters, Shawn, that's what always mattered. However, people have forgotten to speak from their hearts," she said.

Contemplating her words, I realized that they held such wisdom that I felt humbled that I was in her presence. Though I had the power of words at my fingertips, Marisol possessed something far greater than that, heart and soul of an angel.

"Much obliged, my lady," I said, gently kissing her hand.

"For what?" she replied as a gentle blush kissed her cheeks.

"For opening my mind to what a fool I have been. I focused so much on what I THOUGHT the suitable words should be instead of feeling them in my heart. When I set the monsters free, I spoke from my heart. I believed them to be good beings and wished them all the best. Thus, my words were far more powerful than they would have been if they came from my mind." I said.

Marisol smiled humbly, and that smile contained my whole world. Whether she managed to forgive me for what I had done no longer mattered. What mattered the most for me was to protect her and the world that she considered her home.

I needed to determine the apt words for her. This was to be an endeavor of love, not of hatred, a story of heart and soul, not mind and reason.

As I formerly said: "Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

As far as I could see, though I was not born as great as my darling Marisol, greatness was thrust upon me, and I needed to shoulder the burden. It was my destiny to correct my errors and purge the world from the evil that I allowed to blemish its surface.

"I am glad I could help," Marisol said, retreating to the corner as if trying to allow me more room to write.

I took a deep, steadying breath and held the two interlacing images of my wife and Marisol in my mind. Thus inspired, I set out to do the impossible, to defeat evil with my words.

The moment I seized up a pen again, I felt as if the words were rushing into me at such a speed that I had to write feverishly to catch them all before they could escape me. I had to contain them in the piece of paper before they had a chance to rebel once more.

They were my salvation, our sole hope. I was determined not to allow the moment to pass me by no matter how terrible my scribbles were. I knew that all the words needed to be comfortably settled on this piece of paper, or all would be lost.

The faster I wrote, the less eligible the words were, but I knew that they would reveal themselves to me no matter how badly written. Once I finished, I planned to implore Marisol to rewrite them clearly, three more times. However, I had a feeling that banishing the monsters would have to be something we all did together, as one.

Power of words and hearts needed to be melded together for the most potent possible brew. A brew that would be able to eliminate the words that I had etched on to the veil of reality when I summoned those creatures to our world.

Before long, the paper that stood before me mere moments ago blank was filled to the brim with words that were as honest as they could be. Words I hoped possessed enough power to perform what they were intended to achieve, though traces of fear still remained in my heart.

"Marisol, I believe I have concluded my endeavor," I exclaimed.

"Shawn, that's such a relief. What do we do now?" Marisol asked.

"You need to transcribe these for all of us to possess one since I believe that what you stated earlier is true. Words need to come from the heart. Furthermore, I believe that if they were pronounced by me as well as those dearest to my heart, they would become stronger. The candle of light would be turned into a roaring flame," I said.

"Very well, and then we go to battle?" Marisol asked.

"As soon as you complete the task, we shall contact K and Rebecca, and together we shall face the enemy," I said.