A Child cannot learn courage until he has learned fear. I mean to teach the Child courage. He will need it.
Every night I lurk under the bed, reborn from evening shadows. Every night I reach to grab ankle or hand.
As he grows, I become darker. As his abilities improve, my threat becomes greater and greater. Once a simple plastic blade defeated me. Now the Child has turned to a futuresabre. Soon he must learn to stand up to me with his heart the only weapon.
If one is to be a hero, he must have dangerous villains. And I mean to make sure the Child becomes a great hero.
I love him. I want only the best for him, and so I must be his greatest enemy.
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