A/N: This story could really fit any character from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Stargate SG:1, or Harry Potter, but because I already said on my profile page that I would post this under Harry Potter, here it is. I hope you like it.
Harm
We who are chosen
We are the chosen. We must fight.
None of us wanted this, but what choice do we have. We have been chosen to, destined to.
So we will.
We will stand up and fight to preserve this world. We will embrace our calling. To fight it would mean to fight who we are and that is a battle that each one of us would loose.
We have been chosen.
Not at random, but because someone or something knows that we can do this. Knows that we have the strength to fight, the convictions to do what is right. And we will not back down.
Sure some of us were scared in the beginning and so tried to fight our calling but fear is normal. When someone has no fear it means they do not value their own life, or the lives of others. So we fear. But we use it, it makes us strong. And with that strength we can fight an army, or one enemy. We can save the world, or one life.
Sometimes the one life we want to save, we can't. Sometimes we loose the ones we love to this fight and sometimes the one lost is the most innocent. The bystander, a child, an innocent. All of these deaths hurt. We should have been able to do something. To have stopped this death, this one death from happening.
But we are the chosen. We must go on.
We can't give up. We won't give up. To give up makes that death worthless. It means that the bad guy won. Even if you stopped him from hurting others, even if he is dead. You give up and he wins. We must use that death to bring us strength. To help us keep fighting, to save the next person.
But we don't forget.
We never will. Each person lost to the fight, we remember. And we fight that much harder.