The temple gates groaned shut behind me. No army. No blessings. Just a threadbare robe and a cracked wooden staff.
The final trial stood before me: a mirror showing every failure, every fear, every moment I nearly broke. i won't lose! ~30 days a priestess
“The one who didn’t lose.” Would you like this adapted into a poem, a song lyric, or a script format? The temple gates groaned shut behind me
“You think I came here perfect?” I asked my reflection. “I came here hungry. I came here bleeding. I came here with nothing but thirty dawns of refusing to stay down.” a song lyric
And I smiled.
But I am not them.