Strength, defense, agility, and raw, blinding speed. Andie had it all, and frankly, was starting to feel almost outright invincible. Still, something was missing. All this power was too steady, and she needed something more… bombastic. Something explosive - perhaps literally. Something that could really tear the place up. Or was that too greedy?

You know what? She didn’t actually care. She didn’t care what kind of power she got, and she didn’t care if she was being greedy. She was done with grand ambitions. Done fearing them, done seeking them. Done with goals, done with worrying. She’d always thought she was like her mother, a girl that knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. Now, though, she was starting to think it wasn’t what she wanted to get that had always kept her going, it was the getting itself. The thrill of the chase. She was like her dad: content with where she was, wherever she was. All that mattered was that she was moving - that she was striving for something.

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She was going to aim to save the world and everyone in it, not because she thought she could actually do it - but because it was something she knew she could never really accomplish. A road with no end she’d picked at random, just so she could run.

Andie launched herself out into the center of the mindscape, slamming to a halt using her new sparky powers.

She was going to run - run with all her might and never stop.

She tore off her scarf and gripped it tightly in her hands, its flames burning brighter as the power of the sparks began to flow up through Andie’s leg and into her Trait.

She was tired of being tired, exhausted from always resting. She had always known she could only sleep peacefully when she’d run out of fight to fight with, and she was looking forward to using up every last drop of effort she had in her.

“Cut them down, my Confidence!”