The Hero and the villain.

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Although each continent and family has different significances, structures, and patterns that they evolved with as human interactions and social behaviors are considered and Hero's interference may be needed in
most cases in fantasy films that are being watched. Maybe or maybe not, but in reality, there are so many heroes living amongst us.

I came from a place with moral structure, though I was the first villain in my lineage, so-called “ the black sheep”. I can remember vividly the significance of the call to the Hero to tame the villain, which resulted in a resolution.

My father was called the family's Hero who stood without a cape but stuck to his legacy that stands as a prerequisite for any change that storms. Love, integrity, and hard work are what stood as his moral compass for all the family members to live by.

He never preached with words but with the way he lived. His compassion in life had only three directions, and he followed them faithfully every day. He loved deeply and not loudly; he showed it in the way he listened attentively and the way he provided relentless love, including the way he stood by people even when it was inconvenient. His integrity was quiet but unshakeable, and he kept promises to others, choosing the honest path even when it cost him more.

To him, character was not something to display, but something to live as he worked not for applause, not for reward but because he believed work was a way of showing gratitude for life.

I grew up watching this, the small sacrifice he made, the gentle strength he embodied, and the decisions he took which were harder but cleaner. He chose what was right instead of what was easy, and so, without him asking, we began to honor that compass. I learned that love is not weakness, but courage, and integrity is not old-fashioned, but timeless, and that hard work is not punishment, but purpose.

I also stood with the fact that no one is perfect and has flaws too, as I was naive growing up because I believed that everyone should be like my father, but I found out otherwise. I grew from it and became less gullible to ways of life.

Watching father move through the world with a kind of quiet majesty. To me, this man was more than a parent, he was the pillar, the protector, the unspoken Hero of the family. The stories of his hard work and sacrifice formed a legacy so strong that I believed the only duty in life was to honor it, and I did, but mine was to work smart.

Where father built with simplicity, I added sophistication, and where he carved a path, I widened it. I didn't destroy the legacy but evolved it, I polished it, refined it, and enriched it.

I remember my father saying he broke his own father's tradition too, even though his father didn't approve it, but if he hadn't taken that risk, there would be nothing for me to improve now.

But the whole family lineage didn't see it that way. To them, I was the one who changed tradition, the one who refused to walk the exact old footsteps, and the one who colored outside the lines that had been drawn long before, so they called me the villain, “ the black sheep”. The one who wanted too much, dreamed too differently, and stood too tall.
Father, the Hero never condemns me even after colliding with some of his beliefs. Instead, he looked at me with the calm understanding of someone who had once been misunderstood too. He saw not rebellion, but courage, and not arrogance, but evolution. Also, he saw no stain on the family and confirmed I haven't shamed it as well, so he knew a new chapter of it would be more valuable.

He smiled, then chuckled, tapped my chest that day, and said, "A villain is simply a hero in the chapter no one understands".

He paused and continued.

" They think you are changing everything that was built and changed frightens people more than failure ever will". He concluded.

As my native language proverb says, “ Omo eni kon buru ti ti ki afi fun ekun pa,je,” which means no matter how stubborn a child can be, the solution is not to feed the child to a lion, was the significant illustration that showcased that day.
In that moment of conflict, I realized something profound that being the villain, “the black sheep,” was not dishonor, it was a responsibility, a calling. A necessary contrast that pushes the story forward, and, further.

So I embrace all of it. The whispers, the labels, and the sideways glance were not only because my hero believed in me, but also because I stood for something more, as I am the main character of my story, and time would reveal it.
Being the villain, “the black sheep,” was a badge I now wear with pride.

“ The black sheep,” they said.

So I agree and validate it, “ I am a black sheep and a black sheep I shall be for life”