The wise one always said "You will do great things in due time".
For a long time I believed him, because none of his predictions had ever been wrong. Until I realized maybe he was blinded by the fact that I was his grandchild. I hadn't accomplished anything up until now, and by the chaos around me it seemed like I never would. Then that doubt began to show me that it really could have been a number of things that made my grandfather say those word to me and why it hadn't happened yet: it could have been his favoritism towards me, the immense faith he had, or even that I was simply a coward. My grandfathers wise words were beginning to sound more and more like a fairytale. The reality was that I needed to leave and find out the truth, on my own.
The woods were cold, the night was dark, but I had never felt so relieved. Running away was the only escape I had.