Sins and Sensibilities
25st of February 2007 A.D.
The flash of a muzzle in the dark, a young man falling to his clutching at his chest as blood pools though layers of white linen and brown rugged wool, bright brass buttons are tarnished forever as the light goes out from his eyes in disbelief. A much younger Cristos stands over him holding an antique pistol—not so antique for the this hour before dawn on the rocky shore of of the Peloponnese, you know instinctively— The dying man tries to say something, a secret clawing to get out of his chest, but blood steals his voice and shock sends him under, never to reveal that the duel had been meant to be rigged from the start, just a game meant to prove the the authorities that the two men were not allied with the rebels in the mountains, that they were as they seemed foolish youths inheriting too much of their parents coin.
But young Cristos too had seen with eyes more than mortal that once would have marked him as a priest of Apolo or by that god cursed. He knew that nothing but the death of Andreas, for that was the name he would carve into the headstone in three days hence, would convince the commander of the Turkish garrison of their innocence. One or the other must die by shot or both would be hanged and the seer dared not reveal what he had seen, for magic feared and hated greatly or so he told himself. He had been willing to risk death for the freedom of his people, but not to embrace it. The choice had been no choice at all and it had been magic that tipped the scales even though no spell had been cast in the killing.
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Well, you take a deep breath, that is somewhat apropos to the idea of sparing those who have broken the First Law, too bad I don't have any way to know about it that isn't digging though his fate for sins. I could not even claim to have seen it in a soulgaze since every wizard here who hasn't already soul-gazed you is keeping their eyes averted. Still you rise from your seat at the invitation of the Merlin to encouraging looks from Yuki and Carlos and an uneasy one from Harry, still not used to the head of the Council being on the same side.
"Good evening to you all and thanks to the Senior Council for inviting me to speak at this juncture." You pause for a moment looking around the room, judging who dislikes you for your own sake, who dislikes the connection to the seven most powerful wizards in the room and who might like Yuki feel they owe you a debt of gratutude after what you just did. "I am in one sense alone here today, the only one not a wizard called to speak and yet in another sense I share with you a world behind the veil of the mundane. I was taught by a trusted source as each of you were to keep the secret, the whys and hows, the limitations of magic and its dangers, not just from without, but from within. A useful lesson for a girl prone to dash headlong action and yet I cannot but wonder more and more at the price of that caution, the price all of us pay. This day is not one of celebration, victory tastes of blood and ashes, most of all of questions. Why did this happen? How could so many have fallen so deeply?"
"And you're going to answer that are you girl?" a voice calls from Cristos' right, not the man himself of course, it would be beneath him to heckle.
"I was there when Warden Morgan interrogated Howard Shaw, I learned... to be honest far more than is comfortable about his particular journey, but it's not the place of man to be too comfortable. The fruit of knowledge has been bitten and that we can't take back. It all began with the secret, the lies that we must live that make all of us strangers to our fellow man. One would have to be more than human not to feel anger, fear, despair at one time or another and therein is the gap though which the armies of hell might march. Understand that I do not accuse any in this chamber of having failed to hold that breach. With courage, with skill, with empathy and yes with wisdom for which you are named in the tongue I now speak you have endured."
You leave another pause for reflection on the experience of alienation of being made a stranger in your own land and among your own people whether that be the bustling ports of Southern China, the green downs of England before she was Britain, First Peoples of the Americas or Greek rebels against a Sultan now long dead.
"Not everyone does, not everyone knows to even try. More wizards have been born in these past two hundred years than could have been predicted much less accounted for, more than could be trained or even contacted. It's a dangerous world out there, for those talented but lacking in knowledge more so than most and magic is always to hand. You know of what I speak, the First Law, 'Thou Shalt Not Kill'. That death should be answered with death is not justice, it is tragedy. So I come to you today wizards of the White Council with a book wherein those who have erred against the Law may sign their name and be bound, not in their minds, not even in their souls, but in their existence entire. They would never be able to kill water cannot burn or fire cannot freeze in place."
"Who are you girl, in whose name do you offer this?" Cristos asks, his tone more polite than his words, weary.
[] Answer as a Queen
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OOC: Enjoy, sorry this is late guys but we just had elections in Romania and the Exit-Pols just came out. The results for once are cautiously good as in someone sane and competent might win, then again so might one of two flavors of fascist so you know 2024 as per usual.