25/08/2025
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A calm warmth of wax glows radiantly in a corner only webs and dust accompanyβbeckoning an archive of history pulsing ever so vibrantly.
β A waltz with the solar body marks yet a new day to remember those who were once famished, yet greatβones who yearned for cruelty no longer; those who sung our nation's name for their final breaths. Today, each rebellion and sacrificeβwhether it be deafening or hushedβwelcomes us to a chapter where everyone has a pen of their own.
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β Heroes from books we know are
βdaringβwith a sword and shield in hand, mounted on a sturdy steed, ready for battleβthey lead the charge and always win. That is not the case in our books. Some were fierce, but some moved in silence. Some brought home triumphs, and some brought soldiers back home. Neither are more of a hero than the other, for what is a hero without a healer?
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β Now, when we look for our prince charmings to save the day, we do not expect them to be out and aboutβbut that is exactly the case. If our heroes then wielded daggers, our saviors now instead wield laptops that hum with every click towards knowledge; some are skilled with gloves holding scalpels that cut, yet bind threads of life together; and someβfar from mostβsafeguard the boundless horizon of our waves and livelihood alike.
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β Some stories do not last foreverβand only then do we realize that for this momentβthey are better off greeting you with ashy fingertips when touched, with a scent that lingers far from yesterday, yet unacknowledged by tomorrowβthan scribbled out, torn and burnt. And when that tomorrow comes, we shall tell our hero tales once moreβto engrave them into time, to never lose the pagesβfor nothing is truly nothing, not until not one fragment of itself lingers.
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β Our heroes are not just a thing of the past, they are the reason we have a future. Even now, they are presentβin our textbooks and memoriesβbut also in our streets and harbors. So for our heroes, be at peaceβyou shall live forever, for your deeds live within us whom you fought valiantly for.
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β The book comes to a close, its pages thump in unison and lets out a gust of wind that whispers the candle light to slumberβbut the match and pen lingers close to a desk soon to be recovered.
Written by: Jamaicah Kreoli Gonzales
Art by: Hanna Kezia Peralta
