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This is one story of the nameless heroes of this world.


Submitted:Jul 29, 2012    Reads: 3    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


PreWarning

Do not read if complicated thoughts cause discomfort. People with tendancies of disbelief and ignorance may experience heart palpatations and migrains. This product is not recomended for people with weak stomachs, minds, or souls. This story is not safe for pregnant or expecting women. This product may cause conspiracy and/or paranoia. Please contact a doctor before using for there are severe side effects. The worst of all side effects is understanding.

Chapter 1

Only one thought on the mind, she was going to survive. No matter what life did to her she would not lay down. She would not surrender her soul, spirit, or mind. No matter what, she was going to make it and for all that she was able to do she would not stop fighting to make others' lives as valuable as she felt her own life was. Without need of fame, fortune, glory, or even gratitude as any good hero she only wished for the wellness of others. Therefore she was not wealthy, she was not famous. She had no glory, she had no gratitude. She had no need. Her name would be forgotten just as all the heroes before her had lost their name. Well as far as all the heroes like herself were remembered, the action smelt far greater than the name could do justice. Just like the nameless farmers who fed and feed nations keeping people from starving. Just like the many nameless soilders that march the front lines. Just like the nameless people that caused Hitler to perish and caused the camps to close. Just like the nameless that cause many miraculous and life saving events to happen so this one story goes to give light to the little known world of the nameless heroes.

Unlike the usual story of the hero that starts and ends in a glorious show of greatness this story starts just like it would end with quiet ease. As the rooting of a tree is unseen deep under the ground. It is hard to say that the twing of a sapling would soon tower two to three stories above the ground. A fool would not guess at the power of a sapling. One day a twig barely standing, the next a tree causing the breeze, the next a falling limb crushing a house, and last of all cut down to build a house.





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