Thoughts of a Warrior of Light, a dissidia: final fantasy fanfic

The Warrior of Light found himself fighting against Garland once again. The battle consisting of a clash of blazing hot metallic blades. Again, then once more, other and repeating. Other and over again, until one fell to the other, weakened or obliterated. This continuing cycle of birth, war, death, and rebirth seemed never-ending. ……. The light would fade and return, the darkness would dissipate and return from the shadows light creates..

Caught up in this never-ending phase, they continue to war with one another each fighting there own destinies.

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I am the "Warrior of Light" I am a Warrior of Light. A bearer of Light, a Bringer of Peace, a fighter for Harmony. A guardian of this world. I have no past nor future I know only one road. My mind is wiped clean of all chaos, despair, destruction, and discord. But without Darkness Light cant return, without Light however there wouldn't be any darkness.

What am I? who am I? these thoughts run though my mind, replaying these questions over and over again as if a broken record in my skull. My clean mind of darkness hides these questions perhaps? But what is a memory, something to recall later in ones life and reflect? Past Sins, peace and burdens, are we better with or without them, better have lived and forgotten nor ever lived before?

Some call me a toy of war, others a beacon of light, for those who have none. Am I as strong as they think? I feel no fear, so I wish to think. As I enter battle my mind becomes one with my shield and blade these tools of war, in battle nothing is more important then defeating the enemy. I suppose it is the same for the opposing side as well. So who is truly darkness and light? We label one another so simply…….so easily. I am so strong, but even sometimes I feel fear, a small thread of doubt pulling in my chest, do I fear dark, or maybe it is the light I fight so hard for, is there any doubt that it isn't real?

No. I continue this war, as I will forever. I think I have finely realized who and what I am. I have to past, whipped clean. Only a face, behind these icy blue eyes and deep inside I know. What it is. I am the 'Warrior of Light'. I am your light. I am his light. I am the Warrior who stands tall blade drawn. Every Hero, every sacrifice made in love, those who's lives who have been taken by the Darkness and despair of any world, or any time.

I am you.

Thousands of warriors surround me, all of there faces are unknown to me. I raze my blade and feel the light shining upon my heavy armor brightly. I am you who failed to finish someone, I am you who died in vane, I am ye who fought like I am, before my time. I will represent your spirits, your hopes and dreams. I need no past, nor future, for it is best left to me unknown, because I already have a purpose.

Here I am, to fulfill it.

I'm sorry this maybe a bit short and strange maybe? Its my first Dissidia Fanfic, not only that, but the first FanFic I have done in a while. Think of it as just the inner thoughts of the WoL? Hope its not to OOC, and I will correct grammar and spelling later if there is any because its currently 12am here XD lol couldn't sleep.