Facing the Dragon
The lone, armor-clad, warrior strode boldly and resolutely through the
desolate valley of shadow. There were unseen dangers and hidden
horrors lurking behind every crag and the vast, lifeless terrain was
strewn with boulders and monstrous stones. Not a single blade of
grass grew, not a single bird chirped, even the wind itself seemed
unable to blow in this valley of desolation.
There was one creature, however, which still remained…the great
dragon. This was the ancient serpent that should have been done away
with long ago. Now the task fell to this lone warrior; slay the
beast, or plunge the land into eternal darkness.
As the warrior stepped from behind a particularly large boulder,
he came face-to-face with his nemesis. The monstrous black dragon
towered over the warrior to his left. The sudden presence of the
gigantic beast stopped the warrior cold in his tracks!
The dragon paused to allow this human warrior to soak in its
dreaded presence. As the creature spread its great wings of
intimidation and rose up on its hind legs, it let out an ear-piercing
scream of spite and malice. Then, as the beast came crashing down on
its forelegs, it whipped its neck out like an arrow, opened its maw of
death, and spewed forth a gush of raging flames!
As flames of death streaked towards the lone warrior, he only had
a moment to react. In a flash, the warrior crouched and raised his
shield in a vain attempt to stop the approaching flames! The
creature’s heart and chest swelled with pride and arrogance as it
watched the lone warrior become engulfed in flames. Victory! The
However, as the smoke began to clear, the warrior inched his
shield down and peered over the top. Then, he saw the beast and their
eyes met. Wisps of smoke were the only things that broke their gaze.
At that moment there was an unseen power struggle between the two
combatants. Silence, seemed to persist and there was a pause in the
Finally the silence was broken by the sound of thunder, and the
beast knew not whether it was from the storm clouds overhead or from
the heart of the warrior who now opposed him. Then it happened; the
dragon took a small, halting step backwards and coiled its neck and
head back in dismay and disbelief. How? It thought.
The warrior, sensing the reprieve, lowered his shield and stood up
to defiantly face the enormous black dragon. A sense of boldness,
anger, and power radiated from the lone figure. There he stood, face-
to-face and unafraid before the creature that had slayed thousands.
As the warrior stood sensing the dragon’s uncertainty, he heard a
voice on the wind. The wind whispered to him, “You, are not alone.”
The warrior then half-turned and cast a steely gaze over his right
At first, his glance caught the site of one or two armor-clad
warriors stepping from behind boulders and fissures in the rocky
terrain. Then, he saw more and more battle-hardened, fierce-looking
warriors step out and slowly inch closer to the lone warrior’s
There appeared to be hundreds of warriors just waiting…for their
orders. Some of the faces he recognized and others he did not. No
matter; they were frozen in time. They were a mighty flood water just
awaiting the floodgates to open and release them!
An eternity passed in that moment; all time and creation stood
still and paused in expectant anticipation like an unstoppable tidal
wave about to crash against the shores. Even the great black dragon
gave place to the warrior in respect for his, “last words”. The heart
of the beast slowed to a dull thump in order to better hear the words
which were approaching.
The warrior knew he had no time for a rallying speech. All he had
was this one moment. His next words could very well be his last - his
most remembered words. They had to be powerful enough to echo down
through the ages. They would be his final battle cry and possibly the
epitaph on his tomb stone.
A flame sprang up from deep in the warrior’s core. A power
resided there which he had never known existed or experienced. Two
words, of power and might, formed in his belly as they took on a life
of their own. Then the fires of anger, passion, purpose, and
unlimited power churned, boiled, and welled up within the warrior as
the words erupted from his mouth like lava from a volcano.
Those words were the epicenter of an earth-shattering quake! The
tidal wave crashed, the floodgates exploded open, and all of creation
erupted with power and life! The words were the words of a god or a
mighty titan in human form as the warrior bellowed them forth. The
words were simply, powerfully: “MOVE FORWARD!!!”
As the warrior squared his shoulders and faced the black beast
before him, he heard all the warriors behind him echo his battle roar
in one relentless voice. The voices of many had now become one.
The warrior would not look back to see if any had followed. He
had issued his final command; each warrior had to choose their own
destiny for themselves. The warrior’s prize now lay before him.
Today was the day of redemption and glory, and he resolved to reach
out and take it!
Then, the warrior moved. Thundering footstep after thundering
footstep brought the warrior one step closer to his adversary. All
his life had led up to this one moment. The power that had lain
dormant within him was now unleashed and he could sense it flowing
throughout his entire body. He had never felt this alive in his
More words of power resounded in his heart, mind, and soul. Again
he heard a voice, but this time it came from within him. The voice
repeated the words, “No Retreat, No Surrender, No Mercy,” again, and
again, and again.
Brothers and sisters, “Move Forward.”