Human Spirit

The Call was upon him now. Feeling the spirit which first drove man to stand upright and roar in defiance at the heavens, he regained his feet and tightened the helmet on his head. Only seconds ago he wept for his life. Now the sheer emotional exhaustion drained from him, and was replaced by the golden light of valor and purpose. For a moment he gazed at the Sun in the sky, drinking in its beauty and wondering at the complexities of the universe. But the moment soon ended. Sighting the Sun with the length of the sword he now gripped firmly in his hand, he let forth a cry and charged into the frothing tide of oncoming enemies.