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one man's devil

is another's god

Larka was born to a family without notoriety, the Ulrikas have always been witches who reached average standings within society. They have no special heirlooms, nothing in their genetics that grant them any sort of edge against others and they were content with whatever they received. They saw life as a glass of water half full, that time with family was far more important than anything else. At a young age it disgusted Larka. She did not desire any sort of riches, her homelife was nice and carefree enough. No her disgust didn't stem from any sort of opulent wants, it came from the fact that she knew her family could be better, could be of more use to society. To her, they were lazy. Her parents did their best to convey the repercussions of war, of fighting, and their ideal on magic being a tool of destruction they wished to have no part in. She loved them for they cared for and loved her. Their dynamic wasn't awful at all, not until Larka started going through the horrendous metamorphosis known as puberty.
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As she was the oldest of five children, she often helped her mother with duties in caring for them, hers revolving more around academics and chores. Soon, Larka took it upon herself to teach them what was truly important: consistent self improvement. She felt if she didn't start then in giving them some sort of motivation in life that they would end up as useless as the rest of their family. Larka often butted heads with her mother, a simple woman who preferred simplicity, but it was never because her parents wanted her to stop achieving her dreams, it was because Larka tried to force her dreams on them and their children who were content getting some average joe job.
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Chalk it up to teenage hormones, between the ages of fourteen to eighteen, Larka was a strident young woman that many didn't want to reckon with. A brat through and through, but a brat who accomplished plenty every single day, striving to do better than before. She hated the word almost, almost wasn't good enough. She wasn't good enough. Nothing was good enough. Her parents couldn't understand who she was trying to impress, what she was trying to prove. Whenever she complained about her lack of whatever they would ask 'to whom does it matter?' Larka would reply that it mattered to her, but her words felt flat.
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She craved recognition, for her name to be whispered among others and remembered soon after she left this world. Larka didn't think of it as fame, if anything she saw it as a challenge, something her family was too lazy to do and that she was the only Ulrika with the drive and passion to do something. The praise she got from her family wasn't enough, neither was it enough from her neighbors or friends or anyone else who knew her. It always sounded fake to her, forced. They said 'good job' because that was just what one had to do, it was expected of them in society. She didn't know when it became her dream, but Larka remembers one day waking up and saying her aspiration was to be the greatest high priestess in all of history. Once she came to terms and concluded it was what she wanted, she left her home and set off to join a coven. Larka walked proudly out of her home, her parents and siblings all wishing her luck, promising to write, kissing her and hugging her. Once she was out the village gates, her gait was still confident. It was after she had bought her ticket, gotten on the tram heading into Sundial City that her shoulders slump and she looked back. 
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It was much easier being a big fish in a small pond, she had held no insecurities knowing that her parents always had her back. She had skipped out on plenty of experiences, being so studious, so diligent that her book smarts vastly outweighed any sort of street smarts she had. Larka had dived down into the deep and dark and dangerous territory of being an adult who was alone. She wasn't sure if she had the wit needed to handle being on her own, and wished to be back home. The thought set her back in motion, she was Larka Ulrika and she was going to make a name for herself. Now was not the time for insecurities, inaction or indecision. She had to finish what she started.