I sat waiting for midnight at the crossroads. People came and went knowing better than to look me in the eye. They’ve heard the myths about me. The new myths, the modern myths woven from ignorance and fear. The old truth lost in time.
She arrived, right on time, head held high looking me right in the eyes. Proving Papa wrong.
I pointed to the road from which she came. I told her that road was comfort. To the left, contentment. Behind me, boredom. To the right, danger.
Without hesitation she chose the road to danger. She will be rewarded.