Perhaps I perished an age ago in some long forgotten act of arrogance.
But in my passing came clarity and a prayer so earnest, so desperate that the Goddess took pity on me and granted me once more the bitter boon of life. But while she set my feet once again on the path she would do no more. She’d not remove the stones from under my bruised feet, nor clear the dust from my aching lungs. No.
T’would be now as it was before. My choice. To choose once more the easy path of arrogance and to die. Never loved, never remembered, never mourned. Or at long last to take the harder road. To take that bramble filled path that would lead to my destiny.