All of us live at many crossroads, fear and valour being one, and when we chose valour we build ourselves all the stronger, rendering the choice all the easier each time we do. This is how we build ourselves into the brave, into those whose legends are told and retold.
It was the era of valour reborn, of a sense of gallantry defined by chivalrous code. For the day was one by the knights that rode for truth, honour and love, for they rode with Zeus and Hera, the gods returned to mortal form for the sake of winning the apocalypse. The four horsemen were thus met with many horseman in the opposite direction, all of them serving love, creation, plenty and peace.
Valour comes when we hear fear and chose to stand firm to true virtue, when we refuse make excuses for our vice, when we say that the duty of protection love brings makes us knights even if we are never stars.
It takes valour to walk the paths of the brave, for as you stride you cannot see the land, yet trust it will rise to meet the well intentioned sole.