Everything, all of this, is not happening because of you, it is happening to you. And the sooner you accept that, the better.
If you want to survive in this world, you need to start taking care of yourself, because no one’s gonna do that for you.
When the sleep calls, there is no time for good-byes. Being a Druid is not a choice. It’s a calling.
When you’ve spent your life being judged for who you are, you try to keep an open mind about people.
So I’m supposed to use Elfstones, I don’t have, to protect a princess, who doesn’t want to be found, from a Demon horde bent on laying waste to the world? And even if I succeed, which is entirely doubtful, my life could still be doomed because magic will have fried my brain. I liked it better when we didn’t talk.