Intro
Once upon a time, there was a fearless warrior. The warrior was revered by all in the land for his kindness, bravery and fearlessness; and feared by those who didn't know him.
He waged in wars upon wars, winning each time.
But the town never noticed his smile turning to solemnity, and his eyes holding a sadness no one should ever even know of.
One day, in his old age, the warrior's grandson walks up to the hero not with revelry or awe, but as a man. And then asks "Grandfather, what would you tell yourself, if you were my age?"
The warrior, the strong facade falling apart to just this one young man, with the eyes he had so long ago, says with the eyes of sadness no one noticed "All wars are pointless. The only ones that matter, are for those we care for. And that isn't in the battlefield." He then points a tired finger to the boy's chest. "That's here."