他强而有力的手中握着一朵玫瑰，而他的气场亮的发烫。
In his strong hand the man held a Rose. And his aura burned bright.
正文内容:
那个高贵之人站了起来，而百姓都将视线注目于他。只因他是一座灯塔 — 希望在他身上化为有形，但他仍孤身一人。但这之中蕴含着宏大的真理。如果仅需一人便可对抗黑夜，那么无论何人都可以做到这般 — 任何一个。
他强而有力的手中握着一朵玫瑰，而他的气场亮的发烫。
那人继续前行，而人们将他铭记。在他的足迹之后，希望散播开来。但那人内心深处却隐藏着一丝旁人难以察觉的恐惧。他身处光明，但思想却堕落深渊。一种无法言喻的悲伤从他内心深入爬出。他已经当了这么久的英雄，但那无法放下的骄傲驱使他走向了那忧愁之路。
暗影的低语在耳旁逐渐清晰，那是来自深渊的呼唤，它带来的荣耀就算最为闪耀的光芒也仅能徘徊两侧。他知道自己正在逐渐衰弱，但他仍然渴望。
在他生命中的最后一天，他看着夕阳徐徐落下。就算他的身体已经逐渐污浊，但他的精神仍然洁净万分，他最后的脑中所想是这样的，即使那只是一种转瞬即逝的希望 — 尽管人们会因为他将要成为的那人遭受苦难，但人们会记住他的曾经。
就这样，一位高贵的战士将自己置入了那凡人无法触碰的黑暗之下。放弃了他常人的身份，转而去追寻一种他与生俱来的权力。这是他的选择，亦或是命运无形的指引，这其中的真相恐怕只有命运本身才能知晓了。
在那凉爽的晚风吹拂之下，暮色被漆黑的夜晚逐渐吞噬，那高贵之人已不复存在，站在他的位置上的是另一个人。
他们二者血肉相同，但又完全不同。
他是他家族的第一与唯一，侑姓的唯一先祖与最后后裔。
在他成为新生的最初时刻。他低头看向他的玫瑰，第一次意识到那玫瑰上没有花瓣，只有愤怒的荆棘与那锯齿般的意愿。
原文内容:
The noble man stood. And the people looked to him. For he was a beacon - hope given form, yet still only a man. And within that truth there was great promise. If one man could stand against the night, then so too could anyone - everyone.
In his strong hand the man held a Rose. And his aura burned bright.
When the man journeyed on, the people remembered. In his wake hope spread. But the man had a secret fear. His thoughts were dark. A sadness crept from the depths of his being. He had been a hero for so long, but pride had led him down sorrow's road.
Slowly the shadows' whisper became a voice, a dark call, offering glories enough to make even the brightest Light wander. He knew he was fading, yet he still yearned.
On his last day he sat and watched the sun fall. His final thoughts, pure of mind, if not body, held to a fleeting hope - though they would suffer for the man he would become, the people would remember him as he had been.
And so the noble man hid himself beneath a darkness no flesh should touch, and gave up his mortal self to claim a new birthright. Whether this was choice, or destiny, is a truth known only to fate.
In that cool evening air, as dusk was devoured by night, the noble man ceased to exist. In his place another stood.
Same meat. Same bone. But so very different.
The first and only of his family. The sole forbearer and last descendent of the name Yor.
In his first moments as a new being, he looked down at his Rose and realized for the first time that it held no petals: only the jagged purpose of angry thorns.
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