how does your story end?

with a whimper.

you only ever wanted a quiet life. all you've been trying to do all this time was to go *home*. you are cold, tired, and terrified - there is nothing of a fighter in you, but you have tried. oh, how you have tried. there is no shame in knowing one's limits. the battle is won without you. your place is in the aftermath, a healing touch, a soft word. your tale is an anecdote. those who know you will tell it around the campfire, always kindly; you are asked after often, you and your garden and your pet. you don't enter into the mythos, and you prefer it that way.