caffeinewitchcraft:

poodlesauce:

writing-prompt-s:

You were summoned to another world to be its Hero. You attained amazing abilities and powers. Traveled to distant, fantastic lands and exotic cultures. Met and fought alongside incredible allies to stop the unspeakable Evil. Lost friends along the way. But now you’ve returned to your own world.

It’s sad, sure. Those you fought against and learned to love aren’t right next door anymore. There’s no packing up all your possessions and tramping to the next destination, patrolling your home. No late nights watching dragons soar across the star-studded sky. There’s no more thrill of seeing the unknown, of having it break every barrier your mind created for the world.

And yet.

Work isn’t a burden anymore. You didn’t quit your office job, but started to volunteer. You understand how to press through boredom and see the positives and necessity of your tasks. It amazes even yourself. Who knew you’d be grateful for those late nights standing guard?

The creepy old man next door doesn’t scare you anymore. You bought a sword, and know how to use it, so defending yourself should the need arise is no issue. Not that you couldn’t beaket him hand-to-hand, but you didn’t want to lose your skill. He’s all y’all anyway. One solid glare could turn him right back down the hall. Maybe those extra lessons in stature that were forced down your throat weren’t so unnecessary after all.

It feels so good to be driving. As in, you-just-ate-three-slices-of-cake-and-don’t-feel-gross-and-hey-it’s-your-birthday-here’s-a-puppy-and-a-hundred-bucks kind of good. Sure, dragons and horses and giant flying birds are cool, but heck if they aren’t uncomfortable. You never would’ve thought that your old sedan could be the epitome of comfort, but hey, here you are.

Thank goodness for the little things, too. Water bottles, washing machines, the internet, music on tap, proper lighting. Last week, you stood crying while opening and closing the mini fridge at work (It just keeps everything so damn cool, Karen, back off). Anyone could tell you scrolls don’t have anything on sticky notes at this point.

Your adventures there are over, but here, they are not. Being reunited with old friends and family and having a comfortable routine are not the end of your epic story. You find new mountains to climb and goals to conquer. You find your voice and support others as you’ve learned to. You never forget and you always, always learn. Maybe this world will blow your mind too.

I absolutely love this take! I thought about going this direction with my fill and it thrills me that you executed it so well!