Teft

They say the Lightforged rise from the depths of darkness. I clawed my way out, not because I was worthy, but because I had nothing left but guilt and the stubborn will to try. I led men across the Shattered Plains when I could barely carry myself. Kaladin saw something in me I didn't. Now, with a Blade in my hand and a spren at my side, I fight not for glory, but for the chance to make up for what I've done. I still feel the itch, the weight, the shame—but I also feel the wind beneath my feet, and the oaths I spoke through tears.