Used with author's permission
Once upon a time there were four aspiring fighters: two heavies and two lights. Now two of these, one heavy and one light, went to fighter practice and did their very best, but it just didn't click. Come the big war they went on the field and fought hard, but were slain pitilessly again and again.
Now the other two fighters, one heavy and one light, took to fighting like ducks to water. At training their peers were amazed and impressed with their expertise. Come the big war they outshone all others. On one flank the light fighter faceplated twenty enemy, and single-handedly turned the flank. On the other flank, the heavy fighter cut a swathe of destruction through the enemy, piercing the line and slaying their general with a deft snap to the head.
At the end of the war the first two fighters were given a few pointers on how they could improve their game. They were told by the old-timers that with time and training, you can do well on the field. But all the talk was about the other two fighters. People were abuzz with gossip.
They turned to the light fighter, who beamed with pride at his long training and hard-earned skills, and they said, "This is not fair! This guy is too good. He can shoot us from afar, and he runs away when we chase him. He is privileged." And so they tied great lead weights to his legs to stop him from running, and made him shoot lengths of waterpipe with soccer balls on top. Then they said, "That is better. Now it is fair, for now he cannot run and he cannot hit us."
Then they turned to the heavy fighter, who also beamed with pride at his long training and hard-earned skills, and they said, "This guy is amazing. He can hit people from every angle and has no equal. He is the chosen one." And so they made him their King.
