Dreams are like flames; they lure us into their fiery embrace, singeing our souls, transfiguring us. I did not know at ten, when I made my pact with the Magic, what that Magic would require of me. I was young—a child still— dreams had no price but the dedication needed to achieve them. As I got older, I started to see the first glimmer of the portal—the realization that once I achieved my dream I would be in a different place than in the one where I was before. The place where I grew up, earned my wings, and where my friends and family abide would not be my home any more.
It used to surprise me when I saw people achieve their successes that those who helped them would seemingly be tossed aside. This is an outsiders view. The reality is that by achieving the dream, the dreamer is changed utterly from what they were before. This is the transcendence. This is the portal through which friends and family sometimes cannot go. Would I make the same decisions as I did to get where I am now? Of course, a thousand times over. Do I wish that I could have stayed in my hometown of Cratersville that snug warm place of familiarity and camaraderie? Singularly, absolutely, no.
I know this is surprising, but if I were to have chosen to stay there, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I would not be who I am now. I would be the old me—Jellybean Reds, rebel without a cause. Now, I’m Jellybean Reds—Bard, rewriter of a broken Realm. I probably will not know in this lifetime the success of my mission, but I would not even be able to attempt this mission if I had stayed where I was comfortable, surrounded by the familiar things of my youth. We are hardly ever placed in the right place, at the right time, on the right path when we are born. This only comes from a lot of good old fashioned exploring, and when the time is right, we strike out on our own with only the compass we hold in our hearts and the survival skills we have learned by living, doing and growing.
—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures
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