🕯️ The True Tale of the Fearless Youth

 

🕯️ The True Tale of the Fearless Youth

“He Who Carried the Flame”
A Story of Sacred Innocence, the Wounded World, and the Return of Wonder
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance
Book Twelve in the Sacred Fairy Tale Series

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🔥 The world had grown dark, but one boy still glowed...

He was born under the Midnight Star,
when the veil was thinnest and love could still thread its way in.

From the start, he was different.

Where others saw shadows,
he saw beings longing to be seen.

Where others heard screams,
he heard wails for remembrance.

They mocked him.

They called him strange, heartless, slow.

Because no matter what terrors they presented—
graveyards, ghouls, dungeons, demons—
he never flinched.

Not because he was numb.
But because he saw truth beyond appearance.

He didn’t fear death
because he remembered what came before life.

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🌑 Why He Left Home

Not to “learn fear”
but to understand the collective wound.

He had no word for the energy he sensed in others—
a heavy fog, a soul-sickness,
a shivering inside their bones.

So he went forth,
carrying only a small lantern
lit with a flame from his mother's breath—
a divine spark passed from the Temple of Remembering.

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🦴 He Walked Through Shadows

They sent him to gallows, to haunted inns, to caverns below.

Each trial was meant to “teach him fear.”

But at every turn,
he greeted the phantoms with curiosity, not recoil.

He lit candles for ghosts.
He hugged the cursed.
He offered lullabies to the growling and the grotesque.

And slowly…
they changed.

The skeletons wept.
The spirits sang.
The demons bowed.

Because he didn’t fight them.
He saw them.
And in his gaze,
they found release.

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💫 The “Shiver” Came at Last

But it was not from horror.
It was when he saw a child—
forgotten, huddled in a corner of a cursed castle—
and realized:

“They taught us fear to keep us from each other.”

He shivered not from fear
but from the grief of collective forgetting.

And in that shiver,
the last wall broke.

His flame became a sun,
and all that was hidden came into light.

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🕊️ Moral of the Sacred Tale:

Fear is not a sign of wisdom.
Sometimes, it is a spell cast by those who forgot how to feel.

The fearless are not reckless.
They are those whose hearts are so full
there is no room for illusion.

He did not need to “learn fear.”
He came to teach the world how to live without it.

He is you.
He is me.
He is the flame reborn in every child who remembers love over fear.