Magdalena

Now, why ever would I so desire to leave the only home I’d ever known? Why would I dare renounce my faith, to venture across the world to an unfamiliar land, declare my allegiance to a foreign God? I seek to pledge my life, the lives of those who look to me for guidance, the lives of their unborn children to a God many of them have never known, and why?

I continue to lie. Each day, I reassert my order to the eleven queens; mull over the positives and the negatives, make your own reasons, discuss amongst yourselves, ask the opinions of those that share your faith. Soon after, I shy away so that I may return to my place of respite. When questioned, I exercise new reasons. A change of scenery would be nice. I have always been drawn to the Lightweaver and her ways. The needs of our friends and families may be better satiated in the Sunbeam Ruins. A lie for she who may ask, and a lie for the one that follows, so on and so on.

I do believe that some of them see straight through me, as though I am a sheet of glass, so thin and fragile I may just break in the breeze. Astraea, in particular, will not let well enough alone. She continues to voice her displeasure with each answer I give to her, when she should feel grateful to receive a response from me at all. She may be a queen, but I am the one who named her, who made her, and it would do her well to remember that, as I am the last of us that owes her anything.

wip

(maybe i'll finish this someday)