The Hero's journey, one of the most used narratives; Often this hero is a chosen one of some sort, or otherwise incomparably great individual. But what is a hero, without the villain?

Zerå was everything but a normal kobold, she had a great purpose, a destiny, destination given to her before her first breath. Even before her egg had made contact with air, her life had been planned by those around her. This kind of focus on individual kobold was usually unheard of in the community focused species, but there was a reason for it.

When Zerå was merely an egg, she was handled with care,  her egg treated with mixtures created by the wisest healers, blessed by spells of the most powerful of magic users. As she hatched, she was fed with special dishes, her body treated with ointments beyond her understanding. From the age of her first memories, she had been taken care of, taught and trained by the best the community had to offer; Information, skills, enchantments and blessings, it would have been overwhelming, if it wasn't the only things she knew.

Taller than any other kobold, stronger than a full grown dragon, Zerå grew up into a powerful fighter, her hardened scales making her almost untouchable by any weapon. Master of weaponry and hand to hand combat, skillful tactician and strong willed warrior, her mind like her body, she was made for one purpose.

So when she stood in front of the exit from her home, equipped with specially made weapons by the best smiths around, she was ready, ready to take the step of no return, ready to fulfill her purpose, to hunt down a traitor, to take down someone who had caused grief beyond wording. And so she did, she left her home, spent few years tracking down the one who had wronged her kind, and finally after a hard fight, took them down, fulfilling her destiny.

But after the deed was done, after the last drop of blood was washed away, a question came to her mind, what now? For the first time in her life, she had no clear goal, as the moment she had her entire life prepared for was now in the past, it came and went, a mere blink in time. 

What was she to do? She was a knight without a dragon to take down, a hero with no villain; her story had reached its Happily ever after, yet she was not happy, and she still had over half of her life in front of her

Faced by this existential crisis, Zerå sat down to ponder, what would she do next? where would she go? What was her purpose?