How entirely frustrating. To crave an epic adventure and instead be forced into small, routine moments of bravery. I dream of sword fights and prophecies while I grit my teeth the the mundane moments that are the foundation of my character. I wish to be a story. Instead, I am an undramatic collection of vignettes. I'm fables and life lessons. Learning from one mistake after another in slow, small steps. Accepting the only quest I've ever been given: To do the least harm possible. To live the best I can.