I ran a hand through my hair, fingers tangling in the unkempt strands as a strange weight settled in my chest—a question.
'Why was I so obsessed with getting stronger?'
It wasn't in my nature to commit to anything for too long. I had the attention span of a caffeinated squirrel on a sugar rush. Severe ADHD back on Earth made sure I couldn't stick to a single thing for more than a few weeks. Yet here I was, in another world, maniacally clawing my way toward awakening.
Yeah, sure. It was a fantasy world. Magic, swords, creatures, Gods, stupid people—the whole damn package. Anyone would be excited.
'And I was. At first.'
I wanted to explore breathtaking ruins, dance under otherworldly places, and maybe drink questionable liquids in strange taverns where the barkeep's got horns and the drinks glow. 'You know… fantasy tourist stuff.'
