The Maugh

Life is hard, especially if it's not one you choose. I wasn't even the choice of freedom, From birth, I was chained into one desire...strength tramples all. My family was deemed weak, our blood tainted, not fit to be redeemable. I was a child, something to shape and mold. I became the obsession with change in our arrogance.
 
Forcefully woken up from mere seconds of sleep to begin training to the point of exhaustion. Beginning with a run and ending with blood-stained grass. Taught to strengthen my body and not my mind. Others would be thinking for me. So I ran to grow and once I reached the peak of my flame, they then taught me to grow my mind. although Far too late, Everything I tried to grasp fell through, Everything except the basics and war. I could tell you the best strategy to attack and counter, who is weak and who isn't but I'm unable to stay still, unable to think of words, deeper meaning. It all falls through into the waters of failure. That was my punishment for it too, drowning in the waters of failure.
 
Everything I've done, I've done because I was told to and I was taught to. I was told to stand in front cause those behind me are the ones worth protecting and those around me are the ones worth trusting and those in front of me are the ones deciding the value of their life. I fight with the meteor hammer not because of the impact it holds but merely because it is my ball and chain that holds me down to my teachings. I fight with my Maugh because it grants strength to those around me, It gives them the burning rage to prevail on. Everything I do is for others but what does that leave for me?
 
In my final moments in the tribe, one thought came to my mind. " For all, I provide to my clan and all I am able to do for them, Why was it so easy for them to say their goodbyes?"
 
 
 
Everyone says the Maugh is its own thing, a burning feeling, a desire, a flame, an obsession... The reality of it is that its all one thing " a Burning desire for the Flame of Obsession"