And I have walked this way before. Perhaps I perished an age ago in some long forgotten act of arrogance. But in my passing came clarity and prayer so deep and earnest that the Goddess took pity on me and granted me once more the bitter boon of life. But, though she gave me life again she would interfere no more. She wouldn't clear the dust from my aching lungs nor remove the stones from under my bruised feet. No once more the choices were mine. To walk once again the easy path of arrogance and pride and to die. Unloved, never remembered and never mourned. Or at last to take the harder road. Take that overgrown bramble filled path where at the end I would find my destiny. To finally find my way...
Home.
Home.
