Post by Eron Hunter on Jul 15, 2022 13:57:30 GMT -5
There is obscurity surrounding feeble candlelight. A small candle is placed above a table that stands near a window from which one can see the darkness outside. It is the middle of the night. The Hunter manor stands surrounded by the hours of dusk and there is no single starlight in sight. A usual Italian midnight hour, in the middle of summer, in which starlight doesn´t happen. Dark clouds have covered the night sky and do not allow any light to shine through, feeble as it may be.
Within the Hunter manor, there is this small room, in which the young Eron Hunter spends his time when he requires tranquility and peace. The feeble candlelight is still there, weak as it might be, still attempting to light the darkness. Futile attempt you might think at first, but I disagree.
“… I disagree!”
The young man is sitting on a wooden chair, near the table forearms placed on it, leaning forward. He takes a few deep breaths and starts speaking in his usual placid tone.
“If there is light, feeble as it might be, isn’t its reason of being to enlighten the darkness? If there´s wisdom, few as it might be, isn´t its raison d´etre to enlighten dumbness and dullness? If there´s a fighter within your being, isn’t its reason of existence to vanquish the weakness that surrounds it?”
The young man leans back on the wooden chair, arms crossed on his chest, calmly looking at the camera standing in front of him. Or at least we assume it is so, for the darkness is massively impairing our view. Silence falls long at the end of that feeble candlelight, which uselessly attempts at replacing the sunlight.
“Psychotic Goth, you are asking yourself who I am and think I should do the same…
..I do not!
Wearing masks the way I do, I still know very well who I am. How could it be otherwise, I have spent a decade of my life forging my character and personality. Sure, I didn’t know who I was eleven years ago, when I left my home in search of myself, but years have passed and so has done water under the bridge of life. I was sixteen years old at the time, and all I knew was that I wanted to be the best at what I did. I had no ideas of the path I would choose, but I knew very well that whatever path that might be, I wanted to be the best at it.”
Eron stops for a few moments. He lights a cigarette, takes some deep drags out of it, and leans back on the chair, looking at the ceiling resuming then his speech in his usual tone.
“I was a vagabond for many years and have fought in places you might have only seen in movies. I fought for shelter and a piece of bread. I fought and I fought and I still didn´t realize one thing; Fighting was what I was good at, nothing else, and there was no need for me to search for more answers about my identity.
The moment I realized who I was and what I wanted to do, there was no fear in me anymore. No fear about my future, no fear about my dreams, and surely no fear about my identity. I understood one thing; no matter what path I chose, no matter the clothes I wore or the masks I put on, I was sure who I was and nothing could change that. I was and am one and only one thing
A fighter!
Psychotic Goth, I know who I am, I am a fighter, a warrior, and more than anything else, I am good-no I am great at it. Be that I am fighting as Eron Hunter or as Lynx, there is something that will never change, and that my friend Is the fact that I am Championship Material. Even more than that! I am Hall of Fame material and there is nothing you can do or say that will be changing that.
Goth, I might or I might not win this match, for you are a great fighter indeed, but that will never change one thing: I am pretty sure of whom I am, that is why I am never fearful about reinventing myself anew, every time. My personality and my dreams will not diffuse under the sun, as they do for so many others, because I have forged the path of my character under the fiery hell of life itself, and I emerged victorious.
Goth…
..there is nothing you can do or say that will instill fear in me. Because I know fear, I have stared it in the eye and lived to tell the tale. There is many a thing I can do or can say and it, coherently, brings me always to one point.
I am the Commonwealth Champion
And you are not!
Now, that might change on the upcoming fight night. But there is one thing that will never do: I know who I am and win or lose I will still be that man. Mask or no mask I will still be a great fighter, and I will fight you to the end, Goth, I will unleash the Cerberus in me, no, I will unleash the two-headed hound of hell in you, for when you will try everything and still won’t be able to destroy me you will start to ask not me but yourself who YOU are.
I have no doubts about me and my skills, Goth.
Can you say the same about yourself?”
Eron shakes his head, stands up from where he was seating, and directs himself towards the small window near the table. The darkness is dispersing, starlight shining strong in the middle of the night.
Fade to Starlight.
Within the Hunter manor, there is this small room, in which the young Eron Hunter spends his time when he requires tranquility and peace. The feeble candlelight is still there, weak as it might be, still attempting to light the darkness. Futile attempt you might think at first, but I disagree.
“… I disagree!”
The young man is sitting on a wooden chair, near the table forearms placed on it, leaning forward. He takes a few deep breaths and starts speaking in his usual placid tone.
“If there is light, feeble as it might be, isn’t its reason of being to enlighten the darkness? If there´s wisdom, few as it might be, isn´t its raison d´etre to enlighten dumbness and dullness? If there´s a fighter within your being, isn’t its reason of existence to vanquish the weakness that surrounds it?”
The young man leans back on the wooden chair, arms crossed on his chest, calmly looking at the camera standing in front of him. Or at least we assume it is so, for the darkness is massively impairing our view. Silence falls long at the end of that feeble candlelight, which uselessly attempts at replacing the sunlight.
“Psychotic Goth, you are asking yourself who I am and think I should do the same…
..I do not!
Wearing masks the way I do, I still know very well who I am. How could it be otherwise, I have spent a decade of my life forging my character and personality. Sure, I didn’t know who I was eleven years ago, when I left my home in search of myself, but years have passed and so has done water under the bridge of life. I was sixteen years old at the time, and all I knew was that I wanted to be the best at what I did. I had no ideas of the path I would choose, but I knew very well that whatever path that might be, I wanted to be the best at it.”
Eron stops for a few moments. He lights a cigarette, takes some deep drags out of it, and leans back on the chair, looking at the ceiling resuming then his speech in his usual tone.
“I was a vagabond for many years and have fought in places you might have only seen in movies. I fought for shelter and a piece of bread. I fought and I fought and I still didn´t realize one thing; Fighting was what I was good at, nothing else, and there was no need for me to search for more answers about my identity.
The moment I realized who I was and what I wanted to do, there was no fear in me anymore. No fear about my future, no fear about my dreams, and surely no fear about my identity. I understood one thing; no matter what path I chose, no matter the clothes I wore or the masks I put on, I was sure who I was and nothing could change that. I was and am one and only one thing
A fighter!
Psychotic Goth, I know who I am, I am a fighter, a warrior, and more than anything else, I am good-no I am great at it. Be that I am fighting as Eron Hunter or as Lynx, there is something that will never change, and that my friend Is the fact that I am Championship Material. Even more than that! I am Hall of Fame material and there is nothing you can do or say that will be changing that.
Goth, I might or I might not win this match, for you are a great fighter indeed, but that will never change one thing: I am pretty sure of whom I am, that is why I am never fearful about reinventing myself anew, every time. My personality and my dreams will not diffuse under the sun, as they do for so many others, because I have forged the path of my character under the fiery hell of life itself, and I emerged victorious.
Goth…
..there is nothing you can do or say that will instill fear in me. Because I know fear, I have stared it in the eye and lived to tell the tale. There is many a thing I can do or can say and it, coherently, brings me always to one point.
I am the Commonwealth Champion
And you are not!
Now, that might change on the upcoming fight night. But there is one thing that will never do: I know who I am and win or lose I will still be that man. Mask or no mask I will still be a great fighter, and I will fight you to the end, Goth, I will unleash the Cerberus in me, no, I will unleash the two-headed hound of hell in you, for when you will try everything and still won’t be able to destroy me you will start to ask not me but yourself who YOU are.
I have no doubts about me and my skills, Goth.
Can you say the same about yourself?”
Eron shakes his head, stands up from where he was seating, and directs himself towards the small window near the table. The darkness is dispersing, starlight shining strong in the middle of the night.
Fade to Starlight.
