How am I? Yeah, I’m fine. Just keeping busy slaying demons, deciphering ancient prophecies about how to defeat the Dark Lord, and trying to keep my on-again-off-again relationship alive with the blacksmith’s daughter. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m exhausted from battling demons. But not the physical sort, more like my inner demons, you know?
I haven’t really stopped to think about this before, but yeah, things are pretty full-on for me. It’s not that I’m opposed to being the chosen one. I guess I just think it would be good for my headspace if I weren’t always feverishly pursuing my destiny.
I’m genuinely grateful for how the story is unfolding. I’ve got a humble beginnings backstory, rugged good looks that I’m unaware of, loyal traveling companions, a mysterious mentor, and a totally rockin’ magic fire sword. My story is shaping up to be a decent fantasy epic. But now that I pause and reflect, what this story doesn’t have is a hero at the top of his game.