Laga, Ragalor - WORTHY NAME

The fathers are gone…
Their echoes remain.
A name is not inherited—
It is earned.
They placed old iron in my hands,
The weight of tides… the weight of lands.
A scarred blade whispered yesterday,
But I refused the easier way.
No child can wear another soul…
No shadow makes a spirit whole…
What do you carry…
When legends watch your every step?
I won’t become the man you were…
I’ll become the truth you served.
Your name is not my resting place…
It’s the path I choose to face.
Not your victories… not your fame…
Only the honor in your name.
Legacy isn’t what you own…
It’s what you build as your own.
I learned to answer before command,
To lift the weak with open hands.
To bear the cold before the feast,
To speak the least… yet serve the most.
The village trusted quiet deeds,
Not ancient songs or noble creeds.
When dark sails crowned the winter sea,
They followed not my blood… but me.
One life is borrowed…
One legacy is chosen…
Don’t wear the past… become its light.
Don’t chase the stars… ignite the night.
A father’s gift is never steel…
It’s every wound that taught him to heal.
Honor grows where courage stays…
One choice… one step… through frozen days.
The greatest heir is not the same…
But one who dignifies the name.
Ancestors… witness…
Guide these hands…
Not toward glory…
Toward wisdom.
Let my footsteps…
Add one more verse…
To your endless saga.
Remember this… remember well…
A sword grows dull… a story tells.
Armor rusts beneath the rain…
Honor walks from name to name.
I am not the man you knew…
I am the promise carried through.
Not born to live inside your flame…
Born to make my own… worthy name.
The old fire burns…
A new hand tends…
Thus every legacy…
Begins again.