You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
Zeldamythica has a look on her face of confusion but deep inside shes curious to see where this goes. She never lets her curiosity be reeled in by the face of danger.
Zeldamythica timidly says "I've come here searching for myself, even since I've settled down and had kids I can help but feel that there's also something out here for me. With the support of my husband he's able to let me go on this journey. I haven't always been so selfish, I've raised most of my siblings, worked hard for my family and suffered greatly at the hands of others. I just want to know what its like to just be me and not a caretaker, parent, wife or laborer"
A sense of guilt settles in her stomach, but she knows she must travel forth.
"I was wondering, why is it that you've been waiting for me? who are you and is this my purpose, what I've been longing for?" Zeldamythica patiently asks expecting a revealing answer.
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