Childhood ambition
May. 5th, 2006 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
birthrightgreenMy childhood ambition was to survive, sugar. That was about it. To survive the cold and the hunger and the never enough food and the knowledge of what those men were doing to my mother so we could have food.
Then Daemon came, and for two years I was spared that, given a new ambition, one fit for a child. He saw to it that I had teachers. I was trained. I learned Craft and walked away from my Birthright Ceremony with a Green Jewel. I was just a witch, and I didn't know for sure what it meant except that somehow I could try and make things better for my mother.
And then she was gone, and my ambition slid back to survival. To survive what they now did to me. To do what was necessary to be able to buy food. To strive to try and find a place to sleep that was warm when the snow flew.
By the time Daemon came again, I was no longer a child.
Then Daemon came, and for two years I was spared that, given a new ambition, one fit for a child. He saw to it that I had teachers. I was trained. I learned Craft and walked away from my Birthright Ceremony with a Green Jewel. I was just a witch, and I didn't know for sure what it meant except that somehow I could try and make things better for my mother.
And then she was gone, and my ambition slid back to survival. To survive what they now did to me. To do what was necessary to be able to buy food. To strive to try and find a place to sleep that was warm when the snow flew.
By the time Daemon came again, I was no longer a child.
