Its journey was arduous.
At first a few futile attempts were made. There was potent competition! There was self-doubt! Drat that passive voice!
Sometime after midnight on Epiphany Eve the goddesses of the wild visited a dream, gloriously leading the way.
In the morning, shining bright, the story was born.
This is my submission to @jayna fiftywords contest for the prompt "journey". Thank you for reading!