Bright Ideals and Cruel Realities
Created by Agata Tatlin
Hello, Many Worlds Movement. Agata Tatlin here.
Today, I would like to give a confession to everyone on this network, and ask for some advice too. Before I continue though, please know that my face and neck are healing just fine.
In any case, I just had a talk with my mother, Anastasiya, and my boyfriend, Florian. During that talk, they brought up something that I had been trying to never ever think about, and I admitted some of my feelings from deep down inside. I think I should tell about it to you too, just to get it off my chest.
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You all know my story. The girl who refused taking a magical artifact to fight the Night Wave, and who got by and did some really big and cool things for the next few months. Helping friends fight demonic constructs, warming the Winter Court, and uniting so many supernatural people under this network too. I feel so proud about it.
At first, I was just scared of the artifacts. Some of them had addictive powers... and I had a family that fought off a Nocnamora anyway. Safer to not risk it, right? But then it slowly became clear that there was something special about me too.
I got to help out so much with my own skills and the people I knew. I was just a regular girl, but I was doing just as much to help win the fight against the Night Wave and help change the world. I felt really proud for being so good at knowing about magic that I could figure out stuff nobody did before. I felt awesome for being able to convince the whole Winter Court and other supernatural groups.
I fought off a Nocnamora inside my mind. I broke a ward with just my willpower. I triggered my body becoming really mundanely tough with some trials and an alchemical recipe. I learned techniques that dealt with magical stuff, like psychic attacks and sensing magic with a really sharp third eye. But even so, I was still human. When I crossed the threshold of someone's house, or a salt circle, I did not get affected.
I felt cool and unique for being the odd one out. The regular human in the middle of so many magical people, yet doing great things all the same. I avoided gaining magic. Even when I passed the Wiseman's Words test and the White Council said I would make a great wizard, I did not want it. It would not make me special any more, because then I would just be a supernatural person who got to do cool, big things just because of her powers.
That is right. I could have become a wizard, something so many people in the world want to be. My trainer in the White Council, Karen Lupin, even told me that I was just inches away from mastering everything. My magical potential and knowledge were huge. If I wanted to, I could just reach out and get it all: evocation, thaumaturgy, and the Sight. Especially the Sight, because my third eye had grown pretty strong. But I said no, because I was proud of what I was.
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My boyfriend got me to admit that I was magical at first, and I went along with it. Then some more stuff came to light. Eventually, my boyfriend got to calling me the "prototype for the evolution of humanity." I was living proof that the natural state of humanity was being magically aware, and that regular humans could survive and thrive in this world by just knowing about the supernatural and applying all their talents. It made me feel so proud and special.
Then, when the Merlin looked at me with the Sight and a soulgaze, he said that I walked the edge between regular human and magical human. That made me feel even more unique. I was a regular human, but I was being a really, really good example of the best of what a regular human could be. Magically aware, really skilled, really able to help out and make a difference in the world, and with cool ways of dealing with magic. I was a regular human and an edgewalker!
It got to me even more while I was making this network. It was not really my main objective, but I thought that I would be an example for regular humans. I would show everyone that regular humans and magical humans could live together, and that regular people did not need any magic to be happy, live a good life with friends and family, and make a huge impact. Regular people could look up to me and think, "Being a regular human is not so bad. Look at Agata!"
I was trying to help the world before anything else. But at the same time, I was feeling so proud for being so special in my own way. Just for being a regular human and an "edgewalker" who could be a super cool example for people without magic.
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Florian, my boyfriend, has been training to be a wizard for a while now. All he needs left is the Sight. I knew that when he finally got that, he would start to age really, really slowly because of that "Blessing of Body" wizard stuff. Slowly even for a changeling. I knew that he would live longer than me, but I tried to forget all about it and focus on other stuff. It pushed it all really, really far back in my mind.
Then... just today, my mother passed the Wiseman's Words test and started her training with becoming a wizard too. She would get the Sight too. And she would outlive me. And my brother, Fyodor, could also find his own way to become immortal, especially with that fae bow that is boosting his body and mind. (Link to the thread on Fyodor's new bow.) I tried not to think about it then, but my mother and my boyfriend went to me and talked to me about it.
It was really painful for me. I argued with them for half an hour. They reminded me of everything. How my family and my one true love were all going to outlive me. How even all of my friends would outlive me. Even Sasha, the one with just the hero's blade, would live longer than me. Florian saw a prophecy of me dying in my bed at age 110, with me forgetting everyone's names. He asked me what would happen to all of my work with this network once I died.
My mother explained to me my potential as a wizard. How the White Council believed I could become as strong as a Warden really, super fast if I just wanted to. (Edit one day after thread creation: When I asked the White Council directly, they said I could get the Sight in just a few hours, and evocation and thaumaturgy by training for 3.5 hours each day for five days.) My mother gave me some theories about why I kept on refusing magic, and she was kind of right. They all fit with everything you see above.
My brother, who was listening all the while, tried to convince me that I would not be letting anyone down. That even if I became magical, lived longer, and casted spells, I would still be the same girl I always was before, helping everyone with networking and diplomacy and stuff. But I did not think that could possibly be true. I would not be the regular girl surviving and doing so well. I would be magical. I would get thresholded. Totally different nature. Different me.
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They gave me some time to think for a while. During that time, I realized and admitted to myself everything you are reading above. I finally accepted that I would be the first to die if I stayed on this path. My ego and my stupid fear of not being the special, regular human any more, they would kill me centuries before my family and friends. Why does it have to be this way? All of my hard work, and something this unfair appears. Not fair.
Basically, I understand that they really want me to become a wizard too. Or at least just gain the Sight. That way, I would gain that "Blessing of Body" thing and start to age really, really slowly... to make me live just as long as my family and my future husband.
But that would make me not a regular human any more. I would be turning my back on those beliefs I spread. That regular people did not need magic to live happy lives with their friends and family. I would not be that regular girl who was an inspiration for non-magical people all over the world, by doing so much stuff and making big, good changes to the world, all without special powers of my own. All for immortality. I feel like I would be a hypocrite.
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I do not know what to do. I do not want to let everyone down by turning my back on the beliefs I have spread here. But I do not want to make my family feel so frustrated with me, because I did not want to become magical and join them with long lifespans. This is so painful for me, and I just do not know what to do. There is just no way to be a regular human and immortal. There are only two options here: be regular and die before them, or become magical and live long.
What should I do, everyone? I broke the Choice for changelings all over the world, and now, I have to make a Choice of my own...