Through a character's eyes | |
by Jennifer Knighton | |
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A Lady? | |
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Things don't always go as planned. In fact, they rarely do. One would think, perhaps, that
if you served the Goddess of Luck you might have a better chance. They'd be wrong. Luck
rarely comes when you ask for it. You don't die, you always escape, things tend to go your
way – you just never realize what your way is, until it happens. I didn't start out religious. When I was young I spent all my time hanging from the limbs of trees watching the rest of my family go peacefully around doing good deeds and being self-righteous. It made me sick. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against helping others. But they did it for nothing. No reward, nothing. They said it made them feel good to do so and that was enough. No matter how many times they tried to explain it to me it just didn't make sense. Of course I wouldn't let them know how stupid they sounded. That would be foolish on my part. When I left they slept quietly in their beds and probably didn't even notice I was missing for at least a few days. The second night on the road is where I met Serin. She was sleek, black, and thought I was dinner and I was none the wiser. Lucky for me when our eyes met there was an instant kinship. Instead of killing me she became my best friend. I wouldn't trade her for the world. It is a pain trying to find inns that accept me with a giant black cat at my side, but we both prefer to sleep under the stars, so it isn't too bad. Luck. It's tricky. Serin and I came across a bunch of little guys. They tried to rob us. It didn't work. We ended up trapping every one of them. They prayed to their Goddess and I heard her laugh, "That is not the way I work. And she is mine." The little men looked at me and bowed their heads. Suddenly they catered to our every whim rather than attacking. We were invited in by our prisoners. I was given the robes of a priestess of their goddess and Serin was given the title of Avatar. A necklace was placed around my neck, a talisman that I could not see. But when I felt the charm it was round with something I couldn't quite make out etched into it. I did not follow their faith; I did not believe in their goddess; I wanted nothing to do with it. I wasn't given the choice. She claimed me. And perhaps the one thing that has made me successful is this: I don't pray to her or trust in her. I believe, but only because she's proven herself time and time again. My life is blessed – only when she feels like blessing it. | |
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