Talk about a time you realized that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.
Joxer sat at the kitchen table once again, eating his lunch and trying to decide wither or not he wanted to open the scroll in front of him. He'd found it in his bag this morning and was very tempted to take Iolaus advice and chuck it right in the trash. Except the last time he'd done that, it had shown back up the next day.
Taking deep breath, Joxer opened the scroll and visibly sighed in relief.
'Funny you should ask this... I was just thinking about this the other day. Except, I'd have to say myself.
Why? Well, the thing is, I learned something about myself last year. You see, I was rather heart broken about the fact that the person I loved didn't and never would love me in return. Also, there was the fact that I felt like I was the butt of every ones joke (finding out you're god uses you for comic relief an do that to a person).
Then for the first time in my life, something came along and offered me all my dreams in one shiny little ring. I should have known better, but I wanted my God to respect me. I wanted to be a great warrior like Xena. I didn't want to trip over my own feet any longer. And this offered all of that. Offered the chance to become great. So I took it, not thinking about the consequences.
There in lies my mistake and the fact that I can use myself for this. It changed me. I wasn't a great hero. I was a slave to a bright shiny piece of gold. I lost myself and became someone I hated, yet I couldn't give it up. I was trapped. Once I was free, I wanted to die, to be gone away from everything I had hurt.
I never again want to see myself like that.'
Putting down his pen, Joxer rolled up the parchment and put it away. At least this time he didn't feel lost once he was finished writing.
Taking deep breath, Joxer opened the scroll and visibly sighed in relief.
'Funny you should ask this... I was just thinking about this the other day. Except, I'd have to say myself.
Why? Well, the thing is, I learned something about myself last year. You see, I was rather heart broken about the fact that the person I loved didn't and never would love me in return. Also, there was the fact that I felt like I was the butt of every ones joke (finding out you're god uses you for comic relief an do that to a person).
Then for the first time in my life, something came along and offered me all my dreams in one shiny little ring. I should have known better, but I wanted my God to respect me. I wanted to be a great warrior like Xena. I didn't want to trip over my own feet any longer. And this offered all of that. Offered the chance to become great. So I took it, not thinking about the consequences.
There in lies my mistake and the fact that I can use myself for this. It changed me. I wasn't a great hero. I was a slave to a bright shiny piece of gold. I lost myself and became someone I hated, yet I couldn't give it up. I was trapped. Once I was free, I wanted to die, to be gone away from everything I had hurt.
I never again want to see myself like that.'
Putting down his pen, Joxer rolled up the parchment and put it away. At least this time he didn't feel lost once he was finished writing.