Most people wish I did not understand and wield the laws of Power so well. Members of my own family are convinced that my understanding of what True Power is will lead to the betrayal of what is most important to me. As if I could, in my pursuit, ultimately betray those whom I love, and in turn betray myself. They may not always understand what it is that I do, or why, but when the provings come, I will do what is necessary. Most people wish I was a conventional woman, with a conventional understanding and limited scope and sphere of contentment. In short, most people wish that I were not a Wytch.
Although, there was one happy exception to this rule. I had one person tell me that I was not fully living up to my potential. How very refreshing to have someone have the courage to tell me that I could do better, and not listen to what most people say. He reminded me quite well that it was this defiance of what most people want and expect that led to my usurpation of my power and position from Morgienne.
He is right. I have never really cared too terribly much about what most people wish. It’s my wish and my Will that matters. I do as I please when it pleases me to do so. Those who know me best appreciate that because they know that when I am there, I am truly there because I desire to be – not because I have been guilted into doing what everyone else thinks I should. It’s liberating, for everyone knows precisely where they stand.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 261
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ruth be told, my mother, who was a Wytch was seduced by one of the Unseelie Fae, Gan Ceanach, which in human language, means “Love Talker”. He showed up in the grove to where my mother was gathering herbs. She though it strange that he cast with no shadow even in sunlight and birds stopped their singing in his presence. He had, my mother said, the most enchanting voice and she was enraptured by him. And…well, I was the result of that union.
Life Belongs to Sekhmet 