God, for a reason..

Was the reason why his newly wed parents had to spend their married life in jail…

Branded as a killer, years before he was even conceived…

Was born in a jail, after the tragic murder of seven older siblings…

Left the warmth of his mothers womb and lap, and was whisked away by his father to a friends place, in an open basket, in the heavy rains, in the death of the cold night…

Lived in a foster home, before he could even get the feel of his parents..

Faced constant death threats even as a suckling newborn..

Had the constant responsibility to fight the evil forces attacking him when he was at play..

Was the reason behind the incessant attacks on his village..

Left home at an early age, with the main motive of murdering his uncle, and completed it..

Left his love for reasons best known to them, yet carried her name before his…

Knew that he was the one going to kill his nephew, when he took the latter on his lap… Yet forgave him a 100 times..

Had to give a good chase and fight to abduct and marry a girl, without even knowing who she was. Just because she loved him…

Was constantly plagued by attacks from enemy kings, vassals masquerading as himself, and allies of his wife’s family…

Had to leave home again, to an unconquerable fortress near the sea.. 

Earned the name “coward”, when really he intended to avoid war and live in peace..

When he at last felt that he had done enough to sit back in peace, had to spoon-feed his nephews on diplomacy and kinship, and had to be their support in building a new city...

Could never be the king, was only kingmaker, and a second fiddle to his strong yet alcoholic, wise yet irrational brother…

Had to rush from saving his city under siege, to saving his friend from being dishonored in a royal assembly due to the lack of spine of her husbands...

Had to spend fourteen good years of his youth training, guiding and assisting his five nephews and their wife, who were in exile after gambling away everything they had, including themselves...

Had to take care of his sister and her son, and train the latter with war skills while their father was in exile...

Had to act as messenger to stop the impending war, even though he knew how futile that was…

Tried his best to maintain peace, and as a last resort even showed his true form, but failed.. The war was beyond negotiations..

Had to lecture a nephew with a wavering mind on how to“shut up and fight,” on the battlefield, albeit politely...

Had to break his vow of not taking to arms during the war, just because a grand old man would not break his...

Had to be a master strategist for his nephews during the war, yet was squarely blamed for everything that went wrong…

Had to endure the death of his army, his nephew, and many of his loved ones in the war…

Had to intervene from a missile harming an unborn fetus, by countering it..

Had to curse…

Had to endure curses for having fuelled the war and how he could have stopped it, even though his pleas for peace were unheard, and forgotten…

Had to witness his entire clan killing themselves, and his brothers last moments...

Had to be shot in the leg by a hunter, when he finally did relax…

He endured everything that was thrown at him in life, yet he was blamed.. And still is...

He is GOD, for a reason…