I am a knight who alone defends an entire fortress. Every day I put on my armor again and again and go into battle. I can show no sign that my armor is softer than paper and that I still have a spearhead in me that I have not been able to remove for years. There are hundreds and thousands of wounds on my body that may never heal. But I can't show how bad I feel. Yes, I am strong. I repeat this to myself every morning, because I have to be. I fight for the right of my fortress to exist. I fight to believe in my gods, because if I believe that the world is different, I will lose. I fight for those I have shaken hands with and called brothers, to keep calling them that. I could be even stronger, but I cannot call my dragon, or he will destroy everything around him. So it swirls over the castle and deafens me with a piercing screech. I am alone and without my faithful horse, because I cannot let my fairy unicorn spill a drop of blood. I fight this battle for the whole world. I will blow the horn only at the very last moment, because I know that my allied brothers are fighting their own battles, too. I know that not everyone is ready to fight another battle. But will my call be heard? Will help come in time? Until my last breath, I will believe that help will come. Even in death, I will believe that my call will be heard in the hearts of my brothers...