Over Generations afar and throughout time, there have always been heroes.
Rugged and narrow was the path that they chose. We believed in them and hoped they'd remain These heroes lived for their cause and died for our gain.
However, some of them failed and left our hearts. They died with old dreams and they scattered in parts. They died right along with the life they once lived they were corrupted to death by the things they did.
If only the Angels could pay for their soul to quickly bring back what the darkness stole. Through toll and torture of character that came, they lose everything and forfeit their name.
Memories they have, but hearts they lack. Once as white, they fade to black.
