Power
Perhaps the most widely sought of all treasures or aspirations. The concept of power can be subjective in the form it takes, but the influence it possesses to shape the destiny of an individual, city, kingdom, and even a whole realm has been quantified and felt since the dawn of time. Some would use it for personal gain, as Glasya would to free Vecna and rule the 9 Hells for herself. Others would use it for betterment, as the Draconic Council sought to do when joining the fight against Tiamat and claiming the spoils of war to safeguard their kind and kingdoms. To others, the answer isn't so black and white.
What would your character use power for? What form would that power take? Do you actively seek it, or are you indifferent to whether or not you possess it?
As always, a few sentences, a paragraph, or a short story, whatever you feel like expounding with, happy writing!
I think that anyone who says they don't care about power is fooling themselves. Some of the most noble beings I've ever known were still self-aware enough to understand that whether or not they had it, they still had a vested interest in it, and that kept many of them in check. They knew that they couldn't let the pursuit of power or the implementation of it tarnish their honor or the integrity of their being.
I know I did. I'm glad I had Wisdom with me to help me reflect on the power I once wielded, and it appears to me that Wisdom may yet be with me still as I'm surrounded by friends who guide me toward my better self as I fight against the darkness and evil attempting to overthrow that which is good in this world. The power to stand against that villainy is something I admit I desire, and I would wield it with the intention of destroying evil wherever it may be found that good may thrive.
I lost my way once in this pursuit when I let the Devil back into my life and turn me into his beast again. My intentions might have been good, but the results speak for themselves. I'd do it again, but in that pursuit of power, I defied Torm. I defied what was good. I have to accept that there are other ways to achieve the power I seek to stand against darkness, and I remember that now as I take my stand against Glasya. My friends empower me in a way I haven't known since my fall from Heaven, and in staying true to that virtue, whatever power I'm given, I know in my heart I'm wielding it well.
Perhaps it's the sword Kal has forged for me. Maybe it's the healing light that Sadachbia can manifest every time I'm wounded that allows me to rise and rise again. I'll take it all if it means evil will fail, and so long as my friends trust me to wield it. It's for them, for Zora, for all that is good I would seek and wield that power, and all I the while I remember the overarching goal of doing all of this.
If power is a sword, it's one I hope will serve me well when needed, and when no longer required, when the world and goodly beings in it are safe, one I can lay to rest forever.