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"Well, here I am." I said to myself.

It had been many long years since I had seen this place. It seemed familiar, but in a vague sort of way. Goose bumps danced down my arms, only to be replaced by small drops of perspiration. The heat of anticipation replacing the chill of anxiety.

I thought about my path here, the way things were, the way they had become. I knew it wouldn't last, couldn't last. It wasn't meant to. All things move forward and progress, lest they die. I believe it to be a basic principle of life. Yet part of me didn't want to do it. I didn't want to give up this part of my existence, if only for a short time. Didn't want to do it all again, even though more strength was always the end product.

When it came down to it, though, I knew there was no argument. No undeniable reason that would give me cause to hesitate. I had already sorted all of my equipment, sold what I didn't need, and stashed the rest away. All I had left to do was to Superhero. I had some cash set aside with the intent of donating it to the local administration, to help pay the fee for being announced, and the glorious double experience that would follow.

"Ok, I should read the help files one last time" I thought quietly. It really had been a long time since I had done this. I didn't want to screw it up and get laughed at, even if it was only by my friends. Suddenly, a flare of light shot into the sky, and I knew instantly that I had missed my opportunity.

So, I waited. The minutes flew by, and not once did it occur to me to put my eq back on and kill a few mobs. My mind was made up, my path set. Suddenly, the sky darkened, only to be replaced by another flare of light, and so I lay back, look at the sky, and light my pipe. My mind wanders, and I begin to lose track of the world. It becomes evident that it's been ten minutes, however, when I see another light shoot into the sky. I can't believe the timing.

Dejected, I tried with no success to stifle a yawn. "It might not be that bad," I think to myself, "to just take the quiet road." Instantly, I knew I could use the cash on something else. I wasn't planning on using the experience, after all. Then, I thought about the blind ridicule and flaming it would bring. The unbridled hatred of some anonymous person, with never a chance to explain, or an explanation that would suffice. Alas, I had found the one thing that could keep me from finishing this journey.

My decision, I'll not share, for that is not what is important. What is important, however, is that the journey is completed, and another is taken in it's place. All things move forward.