Strength was a lot like other things. It came and it went. Its limit was not easily weighed without being tested. With the heat of the afternoon coming he found himself a little eager to see what else he might be capable of. Or if perhaps he was jumping the gun. There was only one way to find out.
Drawn to the lake, he stood firm on the shore, his fiery eyes stretching across the water. It was a sight to behold, and one he had not yet gotten tired of. But for some reason despite its beauty he felt like there was some other reason he couldn't resist it. There was something about the water, about himself. Despite thinking he was ready, he could not quite step into its cool touch. There was the familiar fear again. It cautioned him he must be careful. Even if he only waded in. Fear that had a little logic that kept him questioning his every action. He often thought it was why he was still tired. Why he still wasn't sure what he was missing. Was there a way to break from it?