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Once upon a time, in the heart of a town, there was a great forest that allowed all forms of life to exist, and it was disappearing. Little by little, destroyed by the greed, meanness, and selfishness of those it allowed to live. Ironic, isn't it? Those roots that once breathed life into the lungs of humanity so they could burn on their own, now destroyed their own home, their father, their mother, their nest, their roots; killing everything around them without realizing they were also killing themselves. What ingratitude! The same soil in which you were born will be the one that warmly embraces you on the day of your farewell. Or it would embrace you, if you wasn't making it die too. And little by little, those who believed the forest should be preserved were disappearing. They were losing to the stronger ones, but their beliefs did not die. They burned so strongly in the heart of one of them that, indignant at all this injustice, he began to row against the waves. His companions tried to resolve the situation peacefully over decades, which only resulted in more deaths. So, he grew weary, weary of seeing all this happen without deserved punishment. Thus, he became the guardian of the forest. He might have been just one, and only a human, but the flame of hatred in his heart was so intense that it brought down all those who dared to go into the forest to harm it. Years and years passed, and he became even more powerful, even stronger. But something strange was happening: he didn't age. The desire to keep the forest alive was so intense that he surpassed his own human logic. Slowly, he distanced himself from his humanity and transformed into a completely new entity, whose sole purpose was to preserve the forest, as if the forest itself were calling him to become part of it. He became the True Guardian. Then, the forest slowly began to grow again. A miracle, a second chance arose, an opportunity for a fresh start. But the price was high: the Guardian's humanity and mortality. Everyone who passed near the great forest was terrified by him. He only used violence against people with bad intentions, though. But the trauma in his heart was so deep, so intense, that it prevented humanity from seeing the most beautiful things in that town. An infinity of new species to discover, new sounds to hear, new flavors to experience, new aromas to inhale; all this was hidden under the Guardian's gaze, for the safety of the forest. But despite everything he was doing, the Guardian was seen as a monster, frightening those who wished to explore the great forest, which was now almost a legend, since decades had passed and those who actually once had the chance to see it, was just a little amount of people. The Guardian was perceived as evil, mysterious, and terrifying, while he spent his entire life in the forest, protecting humanity, even if they didn't know that he was the one keeping them alive. It would be very easy for the Guardian to succumb to the dark side. He had become immensely powerful over all those decades, and if he listened to his inner demons for even a moment, the end of much of humanity would be certain. But he stood firm, kept his purpose in mind. It didn't matter if no one cared about what he felt or what his desires were before becoming an entity, he would remain steadfast in his purpose. While others reveled in the light, he protected them in the shadows, and so it will be for all eternity. That is destiny, the burden of being the chosen one.