As for the rest of my story... There’s just no way of knowing what will happen to it. I’d imagine it will change. I’d imagine I will want it to. Maybe it will have different characters. Different emotions. Different social events I have to avoid. Maybe my story will be better, maybe it will be worse. Maybe it’ll be bigger, maybe it’ll be smaller. Maybe I’ll be a hero, maybe I’ll be a monster. I’d imagine ultimately I’ll hover somewhere in between, the way most of us non-goddesses tend to. Only time will tell, and now I’ll be listening just as hard as I can.
