A warrior's fate

Only shadows now remain of that former inspiration that
the warrior once upon a time used to write his memories.
The wound was deep and the pain was long for the stick they
used to penetrate him on his coast had woman's hands and
big black eyes: eyes of coal. In this first battle he
discovered he was not as bold as he had thought. He learned, too, that
paths are treachorous and friends are scarce, and days are short
and life is but a gift that can be taken away in the most
surprising ways. Time went by and other battles were around.
But what the path would that be for this warrior to take? for
him this battle was not over. However, this battle was very weird . . .
It was a battle in which you're not meant to win, for victory
is only given to those who step aside. That was his dilemma :
he was supposed to go ahead in battle and give his life if necessary in the fight;
however, he knew the only way to win this battle was to leave it go
ahead without him. He was confused, and so often he came to struggle into
battle just to discover one more time that it was wrong.
Stoicism, as Aurelius had thought him, appeared to be the only
choice. But soon he was thinking: "Do we have to be that
stoic?". The answer for his logic somehow perturbated by anxiety
was, of course: "no". So he insisted fighting a dull fight.
Late he discovered it was wrong, and when repented it was too
late to change things that were already done. But it was yet
time to follow other battles, and so he did. He started dreamming again
and started thinking again of all those things he had forgoten.
This poisoned stick had magic powers and made him numb. His mind was
starting to shriek, braking the silence and waking him up
of his awake sleep. He learned from his enemies and learned
from his former fake friends, and learned from the freaking
eyes of coal that had wounded him. "Now it is time", he thought,
"for the warrior to go to war and face his fate. But this battle
makes no sense and on I'll go with other battles. I am not coward,
just inexperienced, but now less than before, I am sure!!". Not many
know about him these days. Not many know his fate for it still to define.
But I asure you, I know him. And he's fighting with renewed power other fights.
He's fighting again with his wits and soul ahead, he's conquering
his fate and soon you'll know about it. Let us all fight our own fights.
Let us all fight with fire eyes, for fire is strenghtened by coal.
Let us brake the evil magic and defeat all evil magic and designs, for
the fate is ours to build and there's so many deads below us to help
us in our fight.