Wearing Destiny's Armor

You know that moment when you realize you're not just wearing any armor, you're wearing destiny

itself. I'm a soldier in a realm where dragons breathe constellations and swords sing

forgotten songs. Every morning I wake up knowing today could rewrite the prophecies.

My battalion doesn't march on roads, we march through portals between dying stars.

The enemy isn't flesh and bone, it's chaos taking form. When I raise my

shield, entire kingdoms hold their breath. This isn't just war,

it's the universe choosing sides. And somehow, against impossible odds,

we're still standing. That's the thing about being a fantasy soldier, you don't fight