A/N: This is part of my two-week challenge from my fiancé to produce one story every two days for fourteen days. They don't have to be the same category or anything, just fourteen days of creativity to see how I can do on a time limit. So, if the quality seems a little lacking, forgive me. Respective rights to their respective owners, but the idea is mine. Because I can't imagine being saddled with such a great and awesome responsibility and not second guessing the universe's judgment initially, or wondering what made me special enough to be chosen.
A Failure of Will
It came to me- out of the dark sky, a beacon shining bright to proclaim me as their next great hero. The joy it carried for my family isn't unfathomable, just daunting. How does it know I'm the right one? Can the ring make a mistake and choose incorrectly? What if I was its only choice because of vast expanse of the sector and I'm the closest?
Because if I fail at this, those I love will suffer the most. If I fail at this, there will be nowhere safe left for them to go, I will not be able to hide, and the far reaches of the galaxy will not be able to protect them. It would be wrong to expect them to uproot themselves because of my failure. If I fail, I will have no one to blame but myself...
The darkness that clouds my being is difficult to escape; if I allow it to grow, to take over, just how far will it bring me down. Will I ever break free of the shackles around my soul and fly free? Or will the darkness win, as it seems to do everywhere?
Can I break out of this shell and do what needs done? Stay strong, trust that I was given this power, this chance because I am deserving? That no matter what, my family will be there- safe and supporting of me and my choice to follow through with this task? I feel the ring begin to loosen on my digit, is this really what I want? I have a choice, allow it to go or suck it up and know it was right- I was the right choice.
Something greater than me has the knowledge that I can do what needs to be done, make the hard choices, see the task through to the end. If this powerful being had the faith to send this ring to me, then shouldn't I have the faith in myself to see it done? That I am strong enough to fight the darkness within me and ignite the fire in my soul to guide my path? I feel myself clench my fist, clamp down the ring, and decide.
"You made the right choice."
I feel it in my core, I know that I am strong enough, the doubts may always reside in the back of my mind but they cannot control me if I do not let them. I was chosen for a reason, I don't know why, I may never know why but I do know now that I can, no, I will do this. I was given the choice, I choose to fight, I choose to use my powers to help others that need it. With the right training, who knows how far I can go?
The dark will not win this battle, I will not allow it. I am strong. I am capable. And I will do this.
Across the expanse of the universe, the one known as Mogo, the planet with lush vegetation circling his equator and the symbol of the Green Lantern Corp, radiated with happiness. He had chosen wisely, after all.