When I look over my life, as a Wytch, and as all of the other things that I have been, I have seen and experienced, I know that there are few things that I could imagine as being so important that I couldn’t live without them
There is my daughter, Maeve, whom I have only recently got to know.I lost her to seventeen years of separation by necessity and by choice. I learned to live without my own child at my breast. I have had lovers whom I fought by their side, until alas, I lost them, too. . I have been wealthier than the wildest dreams of most, and I have lost all that I had, only to regain it once again. I have even lost touch with the very magicks that were mine, to regain them again. The very few things which I can no longer do by magick, I have found a way to work around. I’faith for these things I have always had my own mind, and my own very Self, and kept my own counsel and determination on all matters.
If I truly desire something, it becomes mine by my sheer Will alone. The only thing that I would say that would be so important that I would no longer wish to live, would to be to lose that Will and to become a mindless slave to anything. Particularly if I were to resemble a mindless slave to someone else’s ideals whereby I would lose all connection to my own Will.
Fandom:Original Fiction / Folklore & Legend
Word Count:: 260