There is no question that the hero or hera takes the quest, for he or she was born with the pathway etched in their soul.
The quest was an agreement between the divine and my deep soul, to save creation and make a good future. As a mother, it was my will to do so, my duty and my right to try.
The quest given to women comes typically not with steel clothes nor helmet plumes, yet with humble hues and quiet pathways unknown to any steed's hooves. For she with such divine instruction is elevated and jealous hearts will for-sway, adding all the greater to her danger.
What is the quest? It is the only question that matters to the deep soul. And so we live in a world where quests are relegated to fable, myth and legend, where the pure of heart are told not to start nor face up to resident evil.