A new morning

As the first light of the morning starts banishing the darkness of the night, the battle is over.
"For years I have waited for this moment!" he says and I can almost feel his invisible grim smile.
"Just look into your heart. Just read everything you wrote in the past years - It was there all along!
In your dreams you tore apart what they made you do!
The thousand faces in your stories all belong to the same hero you want to become!
You always knew it.
Listen to my words!
Your time is now!
You are ready!"

I don't feel ready.
I feel sad.
My hands glide over my face as if they want to take of a mask. Or put one on.

He is right.
The sun rises and blinds me as I welcome the new morning.
I don't shed a tear, although I feel like doing so.

My time is now.