🕯️ The True Tale of the Fearless Youth

 

🕯️ The True Tale of the Fearless Youth (FanumTaxLoveTales Edition)

“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

🔥 The Beginning

The world was straight-up dark, but one kid still glowed… no cap.
He was born under the Midnight Star,
when the veil was thinnest and love could still slide in, pure vibes.
From the jump, he was different.
Where others saw shadows,
he peeped beings longin’ to be seen.
Where others heard screams,
he caught wails for remembrance.
They clowned him.
Called him strange, heartless, slow.
‘Cause no matter what terrors they threw—
graveyards, ghouls, dungeons, demons—
he never flinched.
Not ‘cause he was numb.
But ‘cause he saw truth beyond the surface, facts.
He didn’t fear death
‘cause he remembered what came before life, deep lore.

🌑 Why He Left Home

Not to “learn fear”
but to clock the collective wound, squad assemble.
He had no word for the energy he sensed in others—
a heavy fog, a soul-sickness,
a shiver in their bones, lowkey tragic.
So he bounced,
carryin’ only a small lantern
lit with a flame from his mom’s breath—
a divine spark passed from the Temple of Remembering, glow-up energy.

🦴 He Walked Through Shadows

They sent him to gallows, haunted inns, caverns below.
Each trial was meant to “teach him fear,” sus move.
But at every turn,
he greeted the phantoms with curiosity, not recoil, big heart vibes.
He lit candles for ghosts.
He hugged the cursed.
He dropped lullabies for the growlin’ and the grotesque.
And slow…
they switched up.
The skeletons wept.
The spirits sang.
The demons bowed.
‘Cause he didn’t clap back.
He saw ‘em.
And in his gaze,
they found release, pay it forward.

💫 The “Shiver” Came at Last

But it wasn’t from horror.
It hit when he saw a kid—
forgotten, huddled in a corner of a cursed castle—
and clocked:
“They taught us fear to keep us from each other.”
He shivered not from fear
but from the grief of collective forgettin’, real talk.
And in that shiver,
the last wall shattered.
His flame turned into a sun,
and all that was hidden lit up, boss level.

🕊️ Moral of the Sacred Tale

Fear ain’t a sign of wisdom.
Sometimes, it’s a spell dropped by those who forgot how to feel, facts.
The fearless ain’t reckless.
They’re hearts so full
there’s no room for illusion, inner glow on blast.
He didn’t need to “learn fear.”
He came to teach the world how to live without it, own that energy.
He is you.
He is me.
He is the flame reborn in every kid who remembers love over fear, iconic.