Ersle the Ram

I am the ram named Ersle. I was chosen to be the hero of Windswept, my town. Windswept is surrounded by steeping mountains, hidden away from the evil outside. I venture outside to protect those animals in trouble. I have fought many evil human armies that attack Windswept. I clench onto my swords as the wind blows through my creamy wool. My scarf sways with the wind as time slowly passes.
Now, only a few come to attack. Windswept used to be the target of all enemies nearby but soon fades away as I protect my animals. I watch in the mountain caves and study those who pass by. I sit in my cave as water drips from the ceiling. I have fought humans to end their abuse on animals as they fall in defeat. There's always a place where abuse begins.
I seek to stop those and hope for others to help, too. I have lived for thousands of years as my old friends pass away. The chosen warrior lives long and protects those in need. I stand up from my spot and walk out of this cave. The wind still blows through my wool as I seek another journey to help my animals. For I am Ersle, the mountain warrior of nature.