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.