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deathsdoctor) wrote2010-12-18 10:33 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2010-12-18 10:33 pm
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[Blissfully unaware of Admirals stalking the village in search of him, Trafalgar Law is taking a few hours away from nosing around the village and through the journals... though it’s still open – he likes to listen to the background noise from the book. Today he must attend to some of life’s tedious domestic necessities. Mainly cleaning the apartment, cooking dinner, and sitting down on the couch to alter some new shirts and sweaters to accommodate his wings.
Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.
Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]
… it’s really going crazy out there…
[… a really uneasy feeling.]
Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.
Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]
… it’s really going crazy out there…
[… a really uneasy feeling.]
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She shifts a little closer to him on the couch; the journal, still opened on her lap, still held with both hands, shifts a little to the side.]
What happened?
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While the Princess was passive, the Sea Witch certainly wasn't. A fey creature, she answered to no one. She was strong and her word respected. She cared for her village and struck down any threat to her people. They were safe. And she was herself.
But. Again. There is always a price, Katara.
The Sea Witch was feared and misunderstood by everyone, including her people. She suffered terrible loneliness as a result and was forever seperate from them. For people fear what they do not know and cannot understand. While the Princess was loved, the Sea Witch came to crave the simple touch of human kindness, yet none was given to her. She would have to do terrible things for their safety.
The girl first thought that, yes, this was horrible, but it was a sacrifice she could bear for the greater good of her people. Then she looked deeper yet.
For her people to fear their protector wasn't right. To live in fear wasn't right. A people struck by fear were in much danger as from any calamity striking from the outside. For fear sickens the heart and twists, and breeds hatred and strife eventually. It gets in the mind, and festers and rots. And eventually, Katara? Her people wouldn't be her people anymore. And she would not let that be.
She shook her head. No.
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And it was that fear - that the people should not have to live in fear - which made Katara agree with the girl's decision. That wouldn't be saving them at all.]
So what was she going to do?
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And then, something occured to her, something that the wise woman had emphasized. 'I'. But what had she meant by 'I'?
So the girl turns to the wise old woman. The air felt very heavy. There was a test, Katara, and here it comes in full force. She looks at the wise old woman, and begins to realize, that maybe, just maybe, there's been a third choice here all along.
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What happened?
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So the girl turns to the wise woman and asked her, "Is that really what will be? Are my only choices to be a Princess or a Witch and nothing else?"
The old woman closed her eyes and said, "Perhaps. I weave as Life moves me."
The air was so heavy the girl felt she couldn't breathe. She could hear the waves roaring in her ears, and feel the push and pull of the moon and sea as it guided the unceasing tides. The test was upon her at last.
She finally understood the meaning of 'I'.
"Then let me weave my own life. Let me build the path my life will take."
The wise old woman smiled.
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That sense is reflected on her face, and her eyes are wide when he stops. Again.]
So what happened?
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"Very well," the wise old woman said and cryptically at that, "But I warn you. What you weave can't be easily unwoven. That is the nature of the threads you are working."
This puzzled the girl, for she had not stopped to question what the threads were, or their nature. But once again, she had little time to think about it, for the old woman, wrapped in her pelts, guided her to the loom next to the pool, and then sat beside her.
In her old, powerful hand, she held those starlight strands. And then she handed them to the girl.
The girl's eyes flew wide as the pool before her began flashing with infinite possibilities. For what she held was not thread at all, but choices... her choices. And she knew right then that choices wove the fabric of destiny and fate.
You'd think things would be easy then, Katara. A pool that showed all possibilities and the thread to make them reality. But that was not the case. For then the girl began to understand their nature.
For woven within the thread themselves were unmovable, unalterable things. Some things no amount or lack of choices could change, because they were built into the very framework of the tapestry. And... and there were not only her threads in the tapestry, but those of all others within creation. Everyone's threads. And they would affect her own, many times in ways she did not intend. Her choices could go oh so awry, depending on how those threads wove together.
So she sat, choices in hand, looking lost as the wise old woman wove, just staring at the pool of water. For the wisdom and initial reluctance of the wise old woman was becoming clear... as was the test. There was no perfect path. Each choice made meant heartbreak and tears as well as happiness and joy. Such was the nature of life.
But how to choose, now that the power was in her grasp?
It was like staring upon a raging sea with no end in sight to the storm and no safe harbour certain to navigate to. For how was she going to get what she wanted, how was she going to save her people, if every choice could end in disaster?
But the old woman was a wise woman, and in the middle of weaving the threads of others, looked to the girl.
"It's very hard, I know. Both to weave the choice and live with it. That is the price of having control over your life.
Weave the choices you can live with. Make something you can be satisfied with. And with a little luck... the rest will fall into place."
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So what did the girl choose?
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It's your story!
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Well, what I think happened is the girl began weaving, and learned with every difficult choice she made. That with the wise old woman beside her, she gained her own formidable wisdom. And she learned to value her choices, and make the wise ones, even when they were very painful.
For the power she had been given was the one to dictate her own life. That's a power you and I have as well.
But eventually that girl gained enough wisdom to leave the loom, and to go out and do what needed to be done. She didn't need to see the mirror any more... she knew that sometimes not knowing what was to come was far better in the long run.
She became a wise leader. The choices she made, good or bad, were the ones she could live with - and in the end, was satisfied with. And though it was very hard, as all important things are... yes Katara, one day she saved her people. I'm not saying they didn't have it hard after that, but they made it through.
That's what I think.
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That's a good story. I liked it a lot.
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[See? She listens.]
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