White Robes

Green hills, clear waters, and a sharp sword; a handsome young man in white, astride a white horse.

An old man took in a baby amid an age of war and turmoil. After descending the mountain, the child slowly grew into a hero admired by all. He plunged into the teeming mortal world, where he once again saw iron steeds and frozen rivers.

Who has never dreamed of roaming the world with a sword? Who has never longed to travel across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers?

That graceful young man in flowing robes is you, and he is me.