text: I was standing near the end of the path yet again, the only thing stopping me from reaching the end was standing in front of me. “What brings you here, hero?” She asked in that deceptively sweet voice of hers. Knowing that talking is worthless I charged at her. She was able to quickly dodge my attack, just as I knew she would. I had already begun to swing my sword to where I knew she would be, but the damn witch noticed this and cast a spell that sent us both flying back. We both quickly recovered, and spent the next few minutes fighting in a flurry of magic and steel, she would send a spell flying towards me and the path led me away from it. But eventually I reached a point I haven’t gotten to before, because of this my moves became sloppier, but the path is paved with mistakes. Eventually I made a big enough mistake for one of the spells to hit me and I fell to the ground, and woke up at the beginning of the path once more. I really don’t care about much anymore but one thing I still hate is the start of the path, I always wake up in the same bed, in the same house and to top it all off, I become a child again! I laid in the familiar bed for a moment contemplating my mistakes, and how I can avoid them next time. Once I decided the best way to avoid them, I added the necessary steps to the path, and like clockwork quietly got out of the bed and started to walk down the steps. I had to be quiet to avoid waking up the family in the house, if they find me tonight it will massively interfere with the path. I slowly made my way into the kitchen and grabbed my knapsack that lay on the counter and emptied out the contents of the bag. Once I did that I started to gather supplies, Food, water, knives, just the necessary stuff. After this I slowly made my way towards the back door and opened it. I breathed in the cold night air as I walked outside, closing the door behind me. In front of me lay the vast forest that I’ll be training in for about a week. (It’s the maximum amount of time the path let’s me stay there, as any longer and the family in that house will find me.) I started to follow the path once more. The years flew by as I done little but train and slay the monsters that live in the wilderness. (For training and for making enough money to buy food.) Just a few weeks ago I’ve reached the part of the path where I have to help a group of young heroes on multiple occasions. (I can’t remember why making sure they survive is apart of the path, but if I’ve learned one thing it’s not to mess with the path.) Soon in a few months I’ll be back towards the end of the path. But as of right now I have to deal with one of the few parts of the path I hate. In front of me was a girl that looked a few years younger then me. She was a part of that group of heroes and shes asking that damned question, in that annoyingly sweet voice that sounded so sad when she asked it. “Brother. Why did you leave?” I ignored her and the question and went to walk past her. But just like I knew she would, she stopped me. She claimed that she loved me, that she became a hero to try to find me and she was gonna bring me back home whether I wanted to or not. It was at this point she tried to cast a sleeping spell on me that I knew was coming. I dodged it easily and drew my sword as she drew hers. After a short fight I had managed to knock her out and continue to follow the path. I found myself entering the dark castle that marked the beginning of the end. I was able to easily slay the monsters and soldiers blocking my way to the end. I kicked down the door. The only thing stopping me from reaching the end I so craved was standing in front of me. “What brings you here, hero?” She asked in that deceptively sweet voice of hers. Knowing that talking is worthless I charged at her. She was able to quickly dodge my attack, just as I knew she would. I had already begun to swing my sword to where I knew she would be, but the damn witch noticed this and cast a spell that sent us both flying back. We both quickly recovered, and spent the next few minutes fighting in a flurry of magic and steel, she would send a spell flying towards me and the path led me away from it. I laid in the familiar bed for a moment contemplating my mistakes, and how I can avoid them. Once I decided the best way to avoid them, I added the necessary steps to the path, and like clockwork quietly got out of the bed and started to walk down the steps. I had just finished helping the heroes kill the small army of trolls and undead that was attacking the small village. They were trying to ask me who I was but I ignored them. I was walking out of the village before I was stopped by a girl with red eyes and white hair. She was about to thank me for helping them before both our red eyes met. She stood in shock for a moment, and I took the chance to get out of there as fast as possible. I really don’t care about much anymore but one thing I still hate is the start of the path, I always wake up in the same bed, in the same house and to top it all off, I become a child again! I sat around the campfire with the heroes as they discussed how to beat the Great witch of Minnar and stop her evil, The girl was staring at me spitefully but I ignored her (It wasn’t my fault I needed to follow the path and couldn’t do what she wanted.) They all give their opinion on the matter until the big blond one that hung around the girl a lot asked me. “You told us you have important information, what was it?” I muttered out the information the path allowed me to give and as soon as I said it a got up and left. At least I got a little bit further that time. She asked me why I left. I told her I needed to do something important. She asked me if she was important. I walked away. I was at the end once again. As soon as I walked in I went on the offensive. I followed the path closely. Finally the path brought me to the final step as I plunged the short sword into the witches chest. She gasped as the floor was covered in black and red blood. She fell onto the floor and not long after dissolved into black dust. I let out a small chuckle as I fell onto the floor, a small dagger sticking out of my chest, the path finished. As I lay there I heard those heroes rush in. The girl quickly ran up to me and asked if I was ok. Instead of answering I simply asked her “Do you hate me?” She let out a small sad chuckle “How could I you dummy? I’m your sister.” My sister was trying to tell me everything was going to be ok, she was right; the path is over I can rest now. Hope you all enjoy it. If you read the whole thing please criticize any flaw, Grammar wise or story wise. God bless! Edit. I went ahead and fixed some grammar issues and rewrote some small parts so it reads better.