this story is in honour of my favourite star wars character Revan
Behind this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea… and ideas are bullet proof. My mask doesn’t hide who I am, my mask is my identity. I feel naked without it, it gives me strength, but more important than me my mask is a symbol, a rallying cry, it mean unity to those who follow me, and it means protection to those in need. My mask is a symbol, the protector of hope, it will always guard my face, just as I will always guard the innocent, protect the needy, and punish the unjust.
I am not scared of the spotlight, but if my face was the banner of this army, I would be the hero. As long as I wear my mask the idea, the hope, the love, and the sense of justice will win the day, as it should be. I am powerful and brave but in the face of thought and justice I am just a boy, but on the battlefield where hope and knowledge need a fist, I take that mantle as a man. My mask is only a thought, but it is more powerful than any who will threaten the lives of the innocent.
When this is all over I will display the mask with pride of my accomplishments, but will indefinitely submit to the love of my life, the love I fight every day to prolong, the love I miss every night as slumber takes me, and the love that I reach out to. I will not be defined by my mask, but the mask will forever define my actions, It may hide my face but it hides from nothing, it hides no corruption, but means more than any words from the corrupt.