It came to my attention that my MC's growth was too fast, there are many awkward sentences and an abuse of commas, especially on the earlier chapters. So I writing this to inform that while I have already written part of chapter 24, I will stop doing so to address such issues, this means that either Artanis Road will get some more meat on its 23 released chapters, or it will get more chapters about her apprenticeship with Wystan before she leaves the city for the first time.

This means I won't be writing about what happens in the mine for a while, as I have to REPLACE a few days into the story before the events of the last few chapters. I realize this is most likely a very bad move rank-wise and that when I resume the mining related chapters I might have dropped a handful of ranks, but this is my first time writing fiction and even though it's a fanfiction, something I never will be able to get a profit of, aside from the whole experience I am earning with using the english language to write a story.

I want to make this story the best I can, I want to one day after I finally reach its end, to sit back on my chair and read my creation with pride, pride that I at least once in my life did the best I could, pride that I created something not only myself, but also others can enjoy.

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I've always admired those which create art, be the musician who creates sounds, the painter which create images or the writer which create words. To me, they do far more than just that. To me, artists are capable of creating worlds, worlds which they allow us to visit worlds which are not real, but that we nevertheless fall in love with.

I am sure, I am not the only person which artists made cry because of the death of creatures that do not even truly exist, that felt anger because of their actions, or just felt emotional because of an arrangement of sounds.

My dream is to be able to do such things, perhaps even earn a living doing so. I plan to try doing so, even though no one, not even me, have much faith on my success. A few wise humans already said so in various medias, we should stop suffering because of things that may or may not ever happen, I need to ignore the fact I might be wasting my whole life chasing a very stupid dream, I need to suffer only after I actually failed miserably, that is, if I do actually fail.

I feel weird, perhaps even a bit stupid for writing such text. But I am tired, both of coveting the achievement of others and from my own pathetic excuses of why I can't earn such achievements myself.