18th Vine (Stage 5)

[woodsiequeen]

[uh oh, guess who else is feeling chatty today?]

It occurs to me that I have never discussed with anyone here who I truly am. Or rather, who I was, in my previous life before all this. I was a queen. A goddess, worshipped by those who saw the true beauty of the natural world and rejected mankind's cruel attempts to tame it with their roads and their cities. I spent so many years of my life fighting to protect my domain as man's progress became ever more frightening and powerful. I killed many people. I deceived many more. Our goal was the destruction of civilization from the inside, and a return to primal darkness for all mankind. There are those who would call us evil -thems that calls themselves Builders and wielded up a hammers against us- but I believe in my heart we were justified.

I gave my life for this cause. There was an evil man who dreamed of ridding the world of all that is good and natural, leaving only the cold and artificial. He was on the verge of succeeding when I made my bid to stop him.

I do not know if I did, but every day I spend in this unnatural place, I cannot help but feel like I failed. I loathe this town with every fiber of my being and I long for the day when I can do to it what I could not in my world.

I believe Mayfield has a word for its enemies: communists. I am... uncertain of what the term means, exactly, but I and they are surely the same thing: enemies of this town and everything it stands for. I do not deny it. In fact, I feel I should shout it from the rooftops. I do not fear this town, for I have faced death. Come for me, manfools, if you dare.

Comments

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

It sounds to me like you don't have any followers left. And there's not much point being a god if no one believes in you.

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

There were already so few of us left before. Do you know what it's like to have nothing left to lose?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Not personally, but I can make a stab at it. Does it, perhaps, manifest as a sudden declaration of political belief without actually knowing what it means?

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

I submit to you that it does not. Which makes that all the more strange, but it felt... right to say it, somehow.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

...

You mean that wasn't on purpose out of spite? ...What do you mean, 'right'? Is this part of the town's doing, too?

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, the town's doing? I would never comply with the town. I am an enemy of the state.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

No, you wouldn't. Which is why I find it suspicious that you'd say exactly what it is they'd want you to.

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

I may have confessed, but I have no intention of rolling over and submitting. They will not take me alive, and with any luck, several of them will be dead as well.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

That's all very nice and well, but when was the last time anyone ever killed any of them? Samantha clearly doesn't count.

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

I'm willing to give it a try. Truth be told, I would be satisfied just to spill a bit of their blood.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Strangely enough, I can't remember the last time that happened, either. Just try not to make a fool of yourself.