“Is it true?” Father always insisted that he maintain a thorough study regiment, as leaders were expected to be well-read, well-mannered, and able to discern the facts from fiction. He would say that various source materials trained the eye to spot skewed information and wizened the heart against every sob story laid to bare before a leader’s feet.
Funny that despite his preaching, Father never sincerely cared for the truth in its entirety: only his truth as it suited the Coven’s livelihood best. History, it seemed, was destined to be written and re-written by the victors and the fear-mongers---facts be damned.
He wanted no part of it. What could he learn from dusty old relics sitting about on pedestals that he couldn’t better learn from a woman who promised no truth besides her own?
David has seen bits and pieces of Selene’s truth through memories---images that flit in his dreams like the beads from an unstrung necklace. David still struggles, sometimes, to pick up the pieces.
He hopes the endeavor doesn’t exhaust her patience. In the history books, Selene never knew such self-restraint. Her Blood Memories seem, for once, to confirm recorded history.
“Sonja and Lucian---is their story true?”
@vamprc // starter.
