art by Melissa Mead
by Zach Shephard
You follow her down the street because her story is important. She doesn't know it, but you've been with her a long way.
She is the protagonist.
You know everything there is to know about her: her favorite color (deep violet), her tortured past (how can one endure such abuse?) and, most importantly of all, her quest.
There are things she must do. Evils she must confront. Stories she must tell.
She is the protagonist. She is important.
But what about the others?
You follow the protagonist down the busy city street. She's on her way to fulfill her destiny. You pass dozens of other souls along the way, but they're all faceless bodies in the crowd. You don't care about them--as far as you're concerned, they have no stories of their own.