Come on, Methuselah, you've only got a few more steps to go and you'll be there! “Just a few more steps, sweetie, and you'll be in mommy's arms!” My mother expresses. At the tender age of eight months, I began my epic training. My foes will be cowering at my feet in no time!!

[Will you shut up?! You are literally just learning how to balance! You fell down like 6 times the first try]

So, what exactly do you want me to do? I'm just a kid whose top skill is vine control, which I proudly have at level 5. But with my short hair, I can't do much. I'm not sure how my mother manages it. She has the ability to shrink and grow her hair as if it were no one's business.

I can’t use flight with no wings and you won’t tell me how to use Nature’s Calling which sounds like I need a piss. And then this Blessed Seeker crap that you haven’t told me about either! I've been stuck in this room for a year too small to reach the handle and everytime I say it they look at me all saddened. They don't want me to see whatever is out there, and I can't just start speaking like an adult. Instead, I'm going to practice walking and get rid of this annoying wobbling that I do!

[I'll let you know when the time is right, which I promise will be soon]