Weisa — EP12 Journal

So my childhood ends now at the gates of Juramentum. The same gates I entered three Winters ago, with very little knowledge of what would come or the home I would make here. I can't mourn for it now. There isn't any time. Even though I so wish I could take a moment to let it all sink in, to let this big quaking change hit me for a moment. But there's no time. What happens next is beyond my knowledge. The child in me wants to play out scenarios and all the possible outcomes, but the warrior woman in me stands erect with only one outcome that matches in her sight. I will fight. I will protect. I will honor what has been given to me in this sanctuary city that took me in when I belonged nowhere. I will stand for this space of love. Publia's destiny is her own. She never owed me anything, yet she gave me everything. It would be selfish to expect more, though I promise I will not let her leave me. I will wear her armor and I will replicate her pastries, and I will wield the skills she taught me. I will laugh as if she is beside me. I'm far beyond the safety of my youth now, a true orphan with nothing to lose. And if death is my destiny, may Tezcatli greet me, knowing I have given my all.