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A Sacrifice - The Journal of Cethril Maires
« on: June 13, 2020, 03:46:37 PM »

In the dark corners of the gloomy trees, her heart would find the safety it sought

Amongst the Sullen Woods, gloved fingers would open the pages of a leather-bound journal, and under the dying torchlight, overwhelmed with nostalgia, eyes squinted behind a white mask read the first page.


The handwriting on the yellow, old page was wonky, the words scribbled down with the enthusiasm of a child.




"This! Is my first ever stolen thing. I was wandering around the market with mama. I've been telling her that I needed a journal to put my thoughts in but she refused. She said that I should keep them to myself. That papers weren't trustable, and that she wasn't going to buy it for me. So I stole it.

I think she was scared that I wouldn't be able to hide it well. We've been going to this place underground lately. She had mentioned it when I was younger that there was this man she wanted me to meet. I thought she meant my father. Some people call this man a father too. But he's not my father. They also call him Demark Demarch. We watched something there. My mama was praying too. Everybody wore masks and shiny dresses. Mum said this is where she was going once a month at night. She said I'll be coming with her from now on, that I was of age.


The man called Father asked to meet me. He said that I was cute. I like him. He was nice to me. He said that this.. mask thing was my destiny? I didn't understand what he said. How can a mask need my service? They told me I'd understand when I'm older. Mama seemed a bit sad. She told me not to tell anyone about this.

Anyways. I will keep this journal hidden from mum too. I bet she would be mad at me if she knew I went against her."






A small signature at the bottom, a nickname was jotted down.
"Ceth"

The fingers turned to another page. In between the first and the second, it seemed there used to be other pages, but they were ripped off. A few dozen perhaps.

The figure huffed at the torch to bring its dying light back to life, lowered her face more towards the journal, and kept reading.


to be continued
« Last Edit: May 16, 2022, 06:15:05 AM by Calad »
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Re: A Sacrifice - The Journal of Cethril Mairés
« Reply #1 on: June 15, 2020, 11:07:32 PM »


The writing on this page was more mature. Flat, lacking the enthusiasm of the first page. A lot of time seemed to have passed since the first page and this one, the middle lost to history, since the pages were destroyed.


"Tomorrow is the day. The day I have awaited all my life. This is surely going to be my last entry now.
A month ago, the branding process was complete. A forever-mark of my devotion. I have been warned that it would hurt and I shouldn't move, but I squirmed. The spike in the middle slipped and cut around my waist. The wound took some time to heal, they didn't use magic for it. It's something else that I will be carrying with me now. His Unseen Grace's symbol and the scar... forever.

For the past month I've been isolated, except two visitors. First, the Demarch. He has been very kind to me, and came to pray with me every other day.

The second was Keryth. I don't know how but he got some sort of permission to see me. I told the others that if I were to see him again I'd kill him. That bastard chose the time when my wound was the worst. He rambled on about goodbyes, and left. I think my only regret will be not having killed him.

Haven't seen mum since the branding. I don't care, anyways. She did her duty of bringing me to this world for our Lord, and now the task is almost finished, it's acceptable she wants to move on.

Tomorrow, I will be taken or killed by the shadows. No one knows what exactly will happen, it's only for me to see, they said. I can only hope that I've been trained well, and I can be a valuable asset to my Lord, with my unending service. I was scared at first... but not anymore. The darkness will protect me, dead or alive."


The sound of the turning page echoed in the calm, quiet night.


to be continued
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Re: A Sacrifice - The Journal of Cethril Maires
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 2022, 06:58:10 AM »

The old, weathered down journal is returned to.


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Was it these pages that haunted my vision?
The journal bleeding black; the words of my very soul embedded upon the atramentous pages.

I am forced to look back. And it has been a long time, since I did.

My ascension was interfered with, meddled. It made me furious. Then, I realized,

That it is HIS will. He knows, he watches. There is no other truth. I never belonged 'home' in the first place.

How could a world so dark as this one, not be His void?

I lost that ferocity. My hands threaded in its place; dedicated ambition. I found my separated piece, my birthright, and I welcomed it. I became one.

Then I got lazy. I was content. We were one, and that was enough.
How dare I. If I had met you Cethril, I'd destroy you.

There is no feeling of gaiety before the day comes that I join His silent dance. My ambition pathetic, dedication wavering, my soul growing plump, heavy, slow, weak... Didn't I see, that my completion wasn't a finality, but encouragement? Didn't I see, that it was a step to bring me deeper into His fold, not my blessed prize?
How could I lose my purpose?

Daljin saw His plan. Better than I did. The colours are long gone, my vision purified of blasphemy. The light banished from my being... the infesting rays of it left behind stick to me like carrion worms, leeches, and I'd bathe in fire to get rid of them; my test. Another step taken. The most beautiful thing is to be closer to His visage.

I lied so much, I lied so well. The facade I kept up, I started to fall for it myself.

"I am a good woman, ladies and gentlemen, I swear."

I didn't need to become lazy to support my lies... I had just needed to be smart. I sinned.

Sacha. Another step before me now, means to get to an end, do His bidding. He is useful, and I have been alone in my endeavours in a long time. His motivations are different, of course. Does it matter? I do not care. He does His bidding without knowing, and that's wonderful.

I'd raze the maze to the ground to reach you again, my Lord. Torch the flowers, gut the fish. My heart belongs to you, and so I will take pride.

((The handwriting becomes jankier.))

Will I be able to breathe like that again?
Will I join you in that dance?
I must.
I will.

I would do anything...
...no. I will do anything.

The City of Lights. What a grand sacrilege.
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