Post by Erin Caulfield on May 19, 2017 4:32:45 GMT
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Knowledge is power.[break][break]
Erin has always known, ever since she was little and her eyes lighted up at the sight of the marvelous library her father presented to her on her ninth birthday, that knowledge would be the key to her future. The key to success, as Sir Francis Bacon helpfully left written in non-washable ink. Her entire world has revolved around acquiring new knowledge, new skills, new weapons for her to use in her quest for power.[break][break]
At some point, she was bound to burn out. [break][break]
She refused to acknowledge it, even then. Blamed it on the limiting scope and sensibilities of Salem's witching society. It was never her. Never her precocious attempts at mastering magic way beyond her current capabilities. Never her naïve, straight-out-of-textbooks policies. Never her failure to sympathize with others, to first get into the minds of those she wished to control, to understand their needs and desires. [break][break]
Mirrorlight's many settled, powerful covens weren't radical enough. Pale blue eyes looked beyond the city's borders, seeking what she didn't know she wanted, until word of mouth took her to Sundial's very own Leviathan. Deep inside, she knew that she was only escaping from the wide open sea into a small fishbowl where she could outshine everyone else. [break][break]
Leviathan: the wriggling serpent, the mighty sea monster with seven heads that would open the sad little minds of all those ignorant witches to true greatness. The coven risen from the ashes of a phoenix to take what was theirs. It was in Leviathan that she learned everything she should have before, but never got around to. She learned that, to lead, one must first make of themselves an example. To win, she needed to understand her enemy's views, her enemy's weaknesses. [break][break]
As the coven grew, she too grew with them. Losing was not an option. Failing, she corrects, had never been an option. The insurgence was on, and they were out not to conquer, but to vanquish. [break][break]
History would be kind to her, because she intended to write it. And, if she burned, the world would burn with her.
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TELL THE DEVIL I SAID HEY
when you get back to where you're from
Knowledge is power.[break][break]
Erin has always known, ever since she was little and her eyes lighted up at the sight of the marvelous library her father presented to her on her ninth birthday, that knowledge would be the key to her future. The key to success, as Sir Francis Bacon helpfully left written in non-washable ink. Her entire world has revolved around acquiring new knowledge, new skills, new weapons for her to use in her quest for power.[break][break]
At some point, she was bound to burn out. [break][break]
She refused to acknowledge it, even then. Blamed it on the limiting scope and sensibilities of Salem's witching society. It was never her. Never her precocious attempts at mastering magic way beyond her current capabilities. Never her naïve, straight-out-of-textbooks policies. Never her failure to sympathize with others, to first get into the minds of those she wished to control, to understand their needs and desires. [break][break]
Mirrorlight's many settled, powerful covens weren't radical enough. Pale blue eyes looked beyond the city's borders, seeking what she didn't know she wanted, until word of mouth took her to Sundial's very own Leviathan. Deep inside, she knew that she was only escaping from the wide open sea into a small fishbowl where she could outshine everyone else. [break][break]
Leviathan: the wriggling serpent, the mighty sea monster with seven heads that would open the sad little minds of all those ignorant witches to true greatness. The coven risen from the ashes of a phoenix to take what was theirs. It was in Leviathan that she learned everything she should have before, but never got around to. She learned that, to lead, one must first make of themselves an example. To win, she needed to understand her enemy's views, her enemy's weaknesses. [break][break]
As the coven grew, she too grew with them. Losing was not an option. Failing, she corrects, had never been an option. The insurgence was on, and they were out not to conquer, but to vanquish. [break][break]
History would be kind to her, because she intended to write it. And, if she burned, the world would burn with her.
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