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Add to My Profile | More Videos THE SCROLL: the chosen warrior left the “Being†to himself, and continued his journey towards seeking and obtaining new Barbarians. All over the world he traveled, looking, and exploring all that he came across. A true Barbarian would not be so easy to find…he thought. He would be someone, who has been without; someone who has never known love, or knows the feeling of being loved. He would have a black heart, but yet still a clear soul. He would know the value of friendship, and respect the loyalties of boundaries. His own life would mean nothing. His life… to him, would hold no value, for his heart would not know how to appreciate the acceptance. He would live to save others, all others, other than himself, and be willing to die at the first signs of treachery. Such people, do live, and roam this planet, and finding them wasn’t as difficult, as the creature may have thought. He had to search closer, and dig deeper; then he remembered where it all began…home. Home he thought, home is where the heart is, and to truly find someone worthy of joining his team, he had to start at the source, were he first learned to trust and respect others like himself. “Wise choice…the path is there; you shall find all that you need,†the distant voice gruff in his thoughts. Nothing or no one could have figured it out for him, it was a decision he himself had to make and decide about finding true followers. The “Being†looked in from time to time to make sure the young warrior was not becoming too overwhelmed with his objective, which was to find a team of people like himself, that was willing to walk the path of a true Barbarian, leaving behind everything that he created, since nothing was never given to him, to assist with cleansing the world. There was only one reward; the reward of freedom. Freedom from the mind, and freedom from the world. A true peace within, and without, that would flow endlessly throughout the soul…forever. This wasn’t achieved by tremendous wealth, or by acquiring valuable art pieces, it was a freedom acquired by given one’s life for others, and not requesting anything in return. It was what the “Being†did, and it was that, which made him free, and powerful in his time of beginning. Now the “Being†was returning the favor. After an eternity trapped away in space, he realized the only way to stay at peace with his freedom, was to change the things around him that possessed a threat, but never to use the “Diamondâ€, its powers were too unpredictable. No one man can do this; no one man can save the world. It would take others, others who would bare the burden as if it was their own. Others who believed that one day, they all would live in freedom amongst others, and themselves. Others, who would fight for the cause, should the day ever arise. The warrior search on, and continued listening to the thoughts playing in his head that traveled from the “Beingâ€. Some people were hopeless, which at times reflected a hopeless world, which lead people to befriend only themselves. It was the true meaning of self-preservation, and all one had to do was gather themselves lust and fortunes, and leave the rest of the world to chaos, as they floated about in peace, which was far away from owning “Freedomâ€â€¦. (story by jnh)---- Barbarians Entertainment
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