Wavering, he set one armored foot before the next, the feeling of exhaustion tempting him to just lay down and rest, with him ever denying himself the desire, instead stubbornly walking on.<br/><br/>He hoped, this he had to admit. He hoped, an action he had long ago told himself he could no longer engage in, yet so he did, for this hope was the only thing that kept him walking despite all the burning muscle that demanded he fall over. He had to admit, in a way, he enjoyed this feeling, this hope, the hope to yet find a purpose for himself in life, yet it was also a reminder for how it was the only thing he had left, besides his armor and sword.<br/><br/>There, on the horizon!<br/><br/>He looked up, before him the majestic sight of a grand waterfall, atop which stood the object of his hope, incredible in size, ruling over the landscape under it: The Temple of the Great Falls.<br/><br/>Increasing his step despite the protests of his sinews, he went on.