alja gavrilovic | d10 | fin
Mar 19, 2017 23:54:26 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Mar 19, 2017 23:54:26 GMT -5
mist alja gavrilovic
eighteen. district 10. female
eighteen. district 10. female
I have long since known that the history taught in our schools is not the true one. Even before we discovered that old book, I asked questions like, what came before the Dark Days? and, what made humans look so different from each other? and, how did we come to exist? Those questions were quickly silenced, however, for they do not align with what the Capitol seeks for us to learn; the words were borderline treasonous to speak, if not coming from the mouth of a still-malleable child.
So to find out our history, one must be a detective, of sorts, putting together missing pieces of forbidden knowledge, and records partially destroyed.
It all started the day Loretta showed up with an old, weather-beaten spellbook. There is a magic, it explained, within nature, a set of powers that resided in the world around us, all controlled by twin deities: a goddess of order and a goddess of chaos. The two of them had once lived in harmony. Order brought us shape, but chaos brought us life.
I suppose that the Dark Days are when those forces became unbalanced. War weakens the power of nature, and as the Capitol sought ever greater control over the districts, their meddling upset the natural balance of chaos and order. The forces of chaos are now so depleted that the Capitol must resort to manufacturing it artificially, in the form of the Hunger Games. If this continues, the goddesses will have no choice but to awaken from their slumber and pass judgment over Panem.
We must be ready for that day.
🌺
The spirits tell me that I am one especially attuned to the balance between order and chaos, and that makes me well-suited to being a witch. They understand the nauseous feeling I get when I am forced to watch the Games. They tell me that I am the water witch because water is the element of healing and renewal, an element that give life to the parched landscapes. And just like water, which dissolves so many substances, I cannot help but absorb the dissonance that surrounds me, that surrounds us all. The world is crying, and so I cry for it as well.
Before the spirits told me these things, I often wondered how Snow could stand to torture so many children every year. I thought that he would surely break down from shouldering a burden far too great for any man to bear. I now know that he simply does not feel the pain he inflicts at all, and I am glad I am not like him.
He has maligned the nature of Chaos, for such wanton violence is a crime against the Goddesses - both of them. Chaos is not violence. Chaos is not war and sorrow and the cessation of life.
When the goddesses' forces are in balance, the energies of Chaos are what create the intricacy of flowers in bloom, of rippling sand dunes, of the warm layered hues of rock rising up in the distance. They create the colors I hear, the tastes I see, the beauty and randomness in all of life's aspects.
🌺
I am told that my mother also possessed this balance, from what little Father speaks of her. She disappeared when I was a young child, however, and I have only wisps of memory, of a lullaby she sang me to sleep with as a toddler. None know the truth - only rumors and accusation that remain floating in minds and hearts of the District's citizens. All I know is that my family has not prospered since she left.
The Capitol denies their existence, but in a large district like Ten, there are always those who escape the district's fences for the wilderness beyond. If she was out there somewhere, that would explain why no one speaks of her, and why our family seems to have been punished for her disappearance. Father has not been looked upon favorably, despite his affinity for the animals he tames, for the past ten years.
It doesn't matter what they think, though, Father tells us. What matters is the intentions in our hearts. He tells me and my brother Isaak that our integrity is the most precious thing we own, and the more others lack that trait, the more we must hold on to ours.
The spirits say that the same holds true for magic. The day we initiated the coven, the spirits bestowed on us our witch-names, names that we use among our fellow magic users and that are symbolic of the elements and of our devotion to the goddesses. Loretta became Sparrow, of the earth and the air. And I became Mist, of the air and the water.
And with those names, they also bestowed on us a great responsibility. We must understand all of our actions and consequences, for witchcraft develops our ability to shape the forces of nature; spells for healing, for fertility, for protection, for banishment of evil. Spells that can potentially even stand against the Capitol's influence.
Perhaps, through the study of our craft, I can find the balance I have always longed for.
So to find out our history, one must be a detective, of sorts, putting together missing pieces of forbidden knowledge, and records partially destroyed.
It all started the day Loretta showed up with an old, weather-beaten spellbook. There is a magic, it explained, within nature, a set of powers that resided in the world around us, all controlled by twin deities: a goddess of order and a goddess of chaos. The two of them had once lived in harmony. Order brought us shape, but chaos brought us life.
I suppose that the Dark Days are when those forces became unbalanced. War weakens the power of nature, and as the Capitol sought ever greater control over the districts, their meddling upset the natural balance of chaos and order. The forces of chaos are now so depleted that the Capitol must resort to manufacturing it artificially, in the form of the Hunger Games. If this continues, the goddesses will have no choice but to awaken from their slumber and pass judgment over Panem.
We must be ready for that day.
🌺
The spirits tell me that I am one especially attuned to the balance between order and chaos, and that makes me well-suited to being a witch. They understand the nauseous feeling I get when I am forced to watch the Games. They tell me that I am the water witch because water is the element of healing and renewal, an element that give life to the parched landscapes. And just like water, which dissolves so many substances, I cannot help but absorb the dissonance that surrounds me, that surrounds us all. The world is crying, and so I cry for it as well.
Before the spirits told me these things, I often wondered how Snow could stand to torture so many children every year. I thought that he would surely break down from shouldering a burden far too great for any man to bear. I now know that he simply does not feel the pain he inflicts at all, and I am glad I am not like him.
He has maligned the nature of Chaos, for such wanton violence is a crime against the Goddesses - both of them. Chaos is not violence. Chaos is not war and sorrow and the cessation of life.
When the goddesses' forces are in balance, the energies of Chaos are what create the intricacy of flowers in bloom, of rippling sand dunes, of the warm layered hues of rock rising up in the distance. They create the colors I hear, the tastes I see, the beauty and randomness in all of life's aspects.
🌺
I am told that my mother also possessed this balance, from what little Father speaks of her. She disappeared when I was a young child, however, and I have only wisps of memory, of a lullaby she sang me to sleep with as a toddler. None know the truth - only rumors and accusation that remain floating in minds and hearts of the District's citizens. All I know is that my family has not prospered since she left.
The Capitol denies their existence, but in a large district like Ten, there are always those who escape the district's fences for the wilderness beyond. If she was out there somewhere, that would explain why no one speaks of her, and why our family seems to have been punished for her disappearance. Father has not been looked upon favorably, despite his affinity for the animals he tames, for the past ten years.
It doesn't matter what they think, though, Father tells us. What matters is the intentions in our hearts. He tells me and my brother Isaak that our integrity is the most precious thing we own, and the more others lack that trait, the more we must hold on to ours.
The spirits say that the same holds true for magic. The day we initiated the coven, the spirits bestowed on us our witch-names, names that we use among our fellow magic users and that are symbolic of the elements and of our devotion to the goddesses. Loretta became Sparrow, of the earth and the air. And I became Mist, of the air and the water.
And with those names, they also bestowed on us a great responsibility. We must understand all of our actions and consequences, for witchcraft develops our ability to shape the forces of nature; spells for healing, for fertility, for protection, for banishment of evil. Spells that can potentially even stand against the Capitol's influence.
Perhaps, through the study of our craft, I can find the balance I have always longed for.
