Editing White wall (section)

=== Number IV ===

He was a man called to the fight, not drawn to it. His cause was true and his intention was pure; to protect that which he cared for. There is little that cannot be said for a man willing to commit himself to such a life. The end came for him, not by the sword, spell, or some fell creature but in reaching the pinnacle of man. He made the ascent past the mundane and became something greater; an idea. The White Wall, a perfection of man’s ability to defend, in this he found peace of a kind. The man was allowed to return to that which he loved and fought for and bask in the simple joys his hometown had to offer, the joy of a peaceful life.
The idea was allowed to flourish and spread. It struck the fear so rightfully needed into the hearts of the wicked and evil. It inspired lesser men to greatness. It consoled the meek and timid, telling them there were champions to fight for them.
The man was given his peace, and the world was given The White Wall. A fitting end to the tale, right kiddo?
The man finished the story for his son, after being begged to tell it once more. He had lost track of how many times he’d retold it.

Someday I’ll wear that armor dad…I’ll be just like you.
Not if your mother has anything to say about it, kid, she’s the one thing even The White Wall couldn’t stand up against. Now go play, it’s a beautiful day…