When we gaze at the past, and look at back at our actions what will we see?
Memories worth reminiscing?
Works worth vilifying?
As time goes on we find out that we are no longer who we once were.
The soul may stay the same, but the nature of the world is cyclical, and is it not also so with the nature of man?
Every time the cycle runs its course we begin again, changed in slight from who we were before.
Years ago I began a story, a story I promised to finish.
But I am no longer who I was when I set on this path, and to continue where I left off would be an injustice to what I made before.
However, every once in a while I come back here to see what I had once made.
And when I do I see all the words people have said, all the messages they have sent.
The love, the criticism, their laughter.
And I remember why I started writing to begin with.
Not only to tell the story I wanted to tell, but to tell a story WORTH telling.
And honestly, are those two things not one in the same?
So Soul of A Hero is not dead, but it is not alive either. A hollow, in its own right.
Undead, it will stay as it is.
But the story of Rufio, of Oscar, of Solaire and all the souls in Lordran...this story is not over.
In fact, perhaps it will begin again.
Something more than just a rewrite however, something new.
Soul of an Intrepid Hero will be coming to you all soon.
I know you will have many questions, fears, and concerns.
At any point feel free to message me, and I shall do what I can.
Or leave a review here, and I will answer it when SoaIH posts.
BUT! I make this request and this promise.
Give it a shot, you will not be disappointed.
