Author's Note: A short composition within my spare time.

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Strength arrives in matters known to be holistic and different for individuals to thrive its essence. A soldier was he and rather unto a mission guarded well with the devout wings of his wife. Vivid was it within a little lass like me, to remember it all as though portrayed were they of yesterday's time.

Upon spared materials from their exhausting trip would the lion then collect and come about liken of a roof against the rain for his girl to comfortably rest, the given coat he had earned from the war settled now against the shoulders of his baby, eyes gaing upon her with a gentle spark onto his lips as to while he made few attempts to keep them warm by means of creating Prometheus' fire. With the said entity of hot plasma circulating around the pit to perform, the soldier went by to keep his little darling and have her enveloped around his arms, just like what a father should be.

Only little and rather innocent was I when the light of our abode soon was not able to read me bedtime stories, resting forevermore upon a case drove to the ground. Father says it is an easier trip to the afterlife and soon it was he who became my narrator. He is my step-father. Called himself, well, my dear guardian, so that somehow, within his religion, his wings would be entwined with mom's.

Usually so would his tales refer as to how, before my mother have met my father, he already has a big crush onto the pretty lady by the little town of his younger years. Unfortunately, from rags was he and the crumbs upon their plate that would have been a feast for five, could never have the lady entertained. Sensing the need of an opportunity of rebuilding himself had he joined the military, lied of his age to then enter and somehow embrace her soon with much courage of loving and protecting her.

Alas, to when he returned, mother was already within a relationship with my father. Yet to spare the innocents, dear guardian would tell me so that my father only went to then devour what purity upon a blossoming flora. To then be beaten with his ill-tempered manners degrading her, caressed and be taken for pleasure and to even sleep by the barn after such short bliss.

Reuniting with her was utterly devastating, his eyes had seen no horror liken of her situation. Aiding her to recovery and of insisting upon cutting ties with my father, they were able then to be wedded, pure joy seen upon their visages, as though the storm came not to ruin their love. Nonetheless, my biological father came on and on, trying his hardest yet to take extreme measures of having her again, going as far as to following her movements outside of their residence…

Dear guardian said that he made sure that he would never return and that he made sure so of it.

Those were his last words before he then had me delivered to the sanctuary for those liken of me. I believe he just told me of why my father's wife loves cows; Zeus, king of all kings, ruler of all sultans and emperors, my father, is a cow-ard.