So I'm used to my night Terrors....

So I had night terrors my whole life, my whole younger life.

Till one night terror I had, where I fought my fear, and refused to hide. I refused to be paralized by fear. I grew stong. My hate overtook me. My courage arose. I fed on my hate in refusal to submit. I stripped myself naked in front of myself and my terror. Then I rebuilt myself, right then and there. My fear had no chance. I chased down my nightmare down the endless halls, and around numerous corners.

When I came to the end, and flipped on the light and awoke.

I had been sleepwalking, and I found myself anew.

I was looking into a mirror.

You've never seen evil

Till you catch yourself looking into your own soul.

I have walked with monsters and I started into the blackness of my own soul and potential for evil, there is nothing more frightenng.

Mister Marcus

Everyone agree's Heroes have faced evil, (that's the defintion on hero,) only the truest Heroes have faced their OWN evil, and refused to submit. You learn not to fear the nightmares that become common to one's self. That's how you end up on the bones of giants.

The toughest bones to climb are your own.