What had being everyone’s hero gotten me? Certainly not love or kindness or even a heart filled with good feelings. It had gotten me a chest full of scars, a lifelong unreciprocated love, a mother who hated me; it had gotten me killed and tossed into the pits of the Underworld. I wasn’t going to sacrifice myself for the betterment of another ever again, and I wasn’t going to give up on the things I wanted, no matter how foolish or unrealistic they were. I was sick and tired of being walked on so other people could follow their dreams and get what they wanted. It was my turn to get what I
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