My Purpose
I am a tiger. But not just any tiger. I am a Tasmanian Tiger, an almighty force of will and power. I am the wielder of the dual Boomerangs, those that are made of the ancient bark of the hollowed Gum Tree. Standard boomerangs in a mere person's hands, but all-powerful forces of nature in mine. I am unstoppable. My ancestor's blood flows within me, granting me a strength unmatched. When I look into my mother and father's eyes, I feel the warmth of their love, and the fierceness of their own inner power. When these feelings sweep my body, my power stirs, grows. It awakens something deep within me, something no mortal man should feel. Maybe… I am no mortal man. I have the strength of the Bunyip Elders flowing within me. I am a demigod, of sorts. All who challenge me in battle feel the wrath of my Boomerangs, the immeasurable fury of that internal power. I have never fallen, not in the past, and not in the foreseeable future. I am eternal.
But what is my purpose? I have saved the civilians of Southern Rivers and Burramudge time and time again. Boss Cass has fallen under the tempered rage of my Boomerangs thrice, and the Quinkan War was won with my power. The people look up to me, idolize me. They call me their "hero", and their "savior". They treat me and my fellow Tasmanian kind as Gods, immortal beings sent by the Elders themselves. I deny these outlandish claims. In the end, I will die a natural death, just like everyone else. But… what does that make me? Does it make me a false prophet, leading the people of Southern Rivers on, making them believe in something just is just simply not there? Or does it make me a coward, hiding behind my own inner strength, choking these feelings of helplessness and worthlessness out? I am merely a con artist, hiding behind the mask of a power that should not be abused in the way that I abuse it….
At times likes these, I look to Shazza. She remains eternally optimistic, trying to get her down is like trying to fall up. I know that she does not bear the same burden that I do. She does not have to deal with the same dilemmas of disused power like me. But, despite this, she seems to understand it all. My internal struggles, my ever-rising fear, my failure to self-actualize… she simply gets it. Why…? I'll never know. But… just her presence lightens my thoughts, fills me with a joy long since forgotten. I feel her optimism like a radiance of pure bliss. She has an unnatural ability to bring a smile to the faces of even the most misanthropic. I often call Shazza a miracle worker, but I feel overdramatic when I say it, even though I know it is true to the fullest extent. She works miracles of joy, even love. She is the true God. She is the one the people should look up to, not me.
I know what my purpose is when I think about her. Shazza is my purpose. She is my life, my soul, my true inner power. The power of my ancestors amounts to nothing when compared to my love for her. One look into her gorgeous eyes, and I know that my love is returned tenfold. In times of darkness and meaningless despair, Shazza is my light through the void. When I am unsure of my power and my use to others, Shazza reminds me that life is ultimate, a blessing from the Bunyip Elders. Considering Shazza is my life… there is no doubt in my mind that she is a gift from the Elders. Without her, I would descend into a world of despairing hopelessness, and I would have no way out. The people call me their savior. Little do they know, their savior has his own savior…. I am Ty the Tasmanian Tiger, hero of Southern Rivers. And Shazza is my true love, my true purpose of living.