Everyone has an angel, a guardian who watches over us.

We can't know what form they'll take, one day old man, next day little girl.

But don't let appearances fool you, they can be as fierce as any dragon.

Yet they're not here to fight our battles, but to whisper from our hearts , reminding that its us.

It's every one of us who holds the power over the worlds we create.

We can deny our angels exist, convince ourselves they can't be real.

But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times.

They can speak through any character we can imagine.

They'll shout through demons if they have to, daring us, challenging us to fight.

And finally this question.

The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain.

Who is it that chooses the steps in the dance?

Who drives us mad?

Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible?

Who is it that does all these things?

Who honors those we love with the very life we live?

Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings we will never die?

Who teaches us whats real and to laugh at lies?

Who decides why we live and what we'll die defending?

Who chains us?

And who holds the key to set us free?

Its you.

You have all the weapons you need.

Now fight