"dramatic monologue from Arthur Ross"

Dramatic Monologue from Arthur

(Arthur stands at the prow, wind tangling his cloak.)

“Mother’s voice rides on every gust.

I feel her laughter in the creak of timber,

her courage in the spray

that drenches my face.

Here, where ancestors carved

their promise into ice,

I stand untested yet unafraid.

The storm is but a gauntlet

thrown down by fate—

and I will meet it.

Each wave that thrashes

our bow is an echo

of those who dared before me.

I will honour their passage,

not as a ghost but as living proof

that home is earned

in every heave and haul.

Astragard awaits,

its towers a beacon

of all I once was—

and all I will become.

Let the world tremble

at the name of Arthur Ross,

for I carry both

the weight of legacy

and the fire of my own forging.

This voyage is mine.”

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