You were supposed to be the hero. You were chosen by the gods, told you were special, that it was your destiny to kill her. She was terrorizing the world. That's what they told you. You were given special powers to assist you in defeating her. The gods told you to drop out of school, cut contact with your life. Because you were now a liability to your loved ones.

But as you stood 10 feet from her, sword in hand, you were terrified. You're still a teenager. And right now you just want your mother to hold you... You try to save face, the world is counting on you, isn't it? You charged toward her...

You struggled endlessly, desperate to get one hit on her. But she grabbed your hands with ease, quickly immobilizing you... she spoke softly...

"Shhh... it's okay... you were never going to kill me, sweetheart... it's not your responsibility... it's not fair to you..."