I think I just ran out of road.
This is not a fork, because I don't have much choice. Simpler times saw me in a cape as I waved my shiny sword and shield. I was happy. I was a him, a him that I saw on TV and read about in books. Killing was easy, it was fun and clean. Witches, bewildered by my mastery of magic, throned me as King of their little cozy house. I lived as a big smile, and every night, I slept noisily in a room decorated with heads of slain dragons.
.... I used to fly.
Dragons turned out to be the least of my worries.
I can't fly, any more.
The Song: Superman - Five For Fighting