Crown's Sight and Mirror Hollow
18th of February 2007 A.D.
The air grows cold with your contemplation, reaching into the watchful dark for answers:
"What can I do to help?" Thus it burns along threads black as ash against the backdrop of a starless night, invisible even to the wise. in all moments but this.
One is will, imperishable and unchanging the spoke upon which the wheel turns
Four are Virtues that drive the heart on, on roads straight and crooked, the small sundered suns
Compassion frays before the tide of the world's careless cruelty, hear the children crying.
Temperance breaks to the tolling of false innocence, ware the familiar face
Conviction turns to heartless calculation of souls uncounted grinding
Valor's promise to take on any challenge a veil of ashes to embrace
The span over eternity is woven not of steel, but silk that bends and sways
Thus comes undone the cruel and empty maze
"Harry if you want to do this know it's going to show you things. Some will be truths that hurt to know, some will fears you keep deep inside and every last one will be meant to break you until. The Maze turns and twists and tries to make you lost, tries to find your guiding light and drag it down. It doesn't always go like it did for Shaw. If you brace your weakness it will go after your strength. It's..." you frown. "Evil really doesn't exist of itself, its a distortion, a lie or an
absence, if it.. if
he can cut you up and make you choose what parts to keep, then he will cut and cut until there's nothing left but the sound of the knife. You have to keep the balance, no matter what he'll show you, no matter if its true or not, you have to keep the faith in everything you are and all that makes you human."
As you speak Ebenezer McCoy at first looks weary, then angry, he almost starts to speak, though in that moment before he can find the words you finish and he is left in limbo. Pensive, sad, it's hard to guess what lurks behind those eyes, but one thing is for sure, he cares about Harry not just the way a teacher cares for their students, wanting the best for them once they have stepped away, but as a parent does, a piece of their heart set forever aside in worry and love.
"Everyone wants to be something they are not," Lydia says, her tone mussing, but not uncertain. "They live with it and die with it. Plenty of people,
most people die content enough to move on, but I have never met a human soul passing who did not have regrets who didn't want for something. If I understand this aright this place, this conversation with Empty Night aims to convince all wizards who pass into is that what they want to is to no longer be human. One who knows themselves utterly and without self-deception could walk though the maze as the white hind through the sunlit woods, untroubled by peril..."
"But for those who don't know they have to accept that too," you finish softly.
A hard thing for wizards to do, whose very name means 'wise', you think, though there's no sense in saying so aloud.
"Well..." Harry looka around at the black featurless walls of the Labyrinth, your Labyrinth. "That's more advice, more help than most of the poor suckers who got thrown in here got. No sense throwing it all away."
"Can't have been too good or else you'd have unstopped your ears and listened," the old wizard's voice is gruff, though more with worry than anger. "If you go into this thinking to sacrifice yourself, that's what you'll
get! You aren't here to pay for your sins Harry, there's no cosmic scoreboard for you to right. Swear ta God, it's like I managed to raise you Catholic somehow."
You really shouldn't laugh but you do because it's so true. Harry does have the guilt down really well, though it gets a lot less funny when you realize he's never gone to confession once, he's just been bottling it up, trying to pay it back not knowing if he has or if he's deluding himself. You are reminded of a talk you had with dad when you were just getting into middle school and there were some things you really didn't want to talk to a priest about, silly schoolyard crushes looking back now.
Can't someone do right by God on their own, like what if they're alone on a desert island?
Sure they can, but it's harder, like wandering a road at night without company. And you had just looked at him funny so he'd said:
Like getting ready to go out without someone to hold the mirror and confirm that you look right or give advice when something's off. Even if you do get it right you might not have the confidence and then you'll spend all night wondering.
Harry is quiet for a long time, or at least it seems like that as the moments drag themselves along before he settles on a look of resolve. It suits him well. "I get it now. I'm going in."
For all your sakes you hope he's right.
OOC: The next post will be an interlude from Harry's PoV. In the meantime you guys might want to consider how you are going to explain your... everything to the Merlin if you find him alive, he is the most likely to ask detailed questions because that is the kind of person he is and Molly has that sense of him.