Post by Deirdre Leto on Jun 22, 2014 17:20:03 GMT -4
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Deirdre Sigrid Leto
Sigríðr (Born Name)
7020
Magi
No Occupation
Emilia Clarke
Dee
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I've been called by many names in my life time, but my given name is Sigríðr. I was born in what is now called Scandinavia to a powerful and revered family of Magi. One of the first Magi families to fully specialize in the art of shapeshifting. Each family of magi eventually developed into the shapeshifters that you see within the world today, after many generations of course. Born in 5006 BC, during the Neolithic Stone Age of Scandinavia, my family was one of the more powerful ones, having been part of what would be considered the ruling class. My mother was the chief of her tribe. A tribe consisting of primarily women. Most of the children born into my tribe were women and boys were rare to survive the long winters of the north. Those that did were quickly married off to other tribes in return for us taking one of their males into our ranks.
Life was difficult, but being able to shapeshift made everything easier. Hunting was faster when you were as fast as the competition. We farmed fields for our grains and supplies and we fashioned tools from stone. Life was simple then. It was easy. The only fears we had were being attacked by another tribe in land disputes, but even then, those happened so rarely it just seemed we would remain infinitely at peace. When I turned fourteen, I was married off to another tribe. Another tribe similar to mine, except they abhorred the magic that they possessed. They were terrified of it. To them, it was nothing but a danger. Thus, I was forbidden from using the magic that I so dearly loved. I repressed who I was simply to satisfy those who I lived amongst. That didn't stop the visions from coming.
I was plagued by them every night, and each night that they came, it became harder and harder to hide. Needless to say, my husband found out after forcing me to come clean about why I had been so restless in my sleep. I was punished, of course, though my dreams were no fault of mine. Every time I had another dream, I would be punished further by my husband, whether it was beatings or public humiliation for my crimes. This went on for quite a long time, but by the time I'd lived through my second year, the dreams stopped. I didn't understand why until my stomach had swollen and the tribes healer told me I was with child. The one thing I feared most for my child was that they would be born like me. A magi. My fear became all too real, and my heart was crushed knowing that my darling little daughter would never be allowed to use her magic.
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I was plagued by them every night, and each night that they came, it became harder and harder to hide. Needless to say, my husband found out after forcing me to come clean about why I had been so restless in my sleep. I was punished, of course, though my dreams were no fault of mine. Every time I had another dream, I would be punished further by my husband, whether it was beatings or public humiliation for my crimes. This went on for quite a long time, but by the time I'd lived through my second year, the dreams stopped. I didn't understand why until my stomach had swollen and the tribes healer told me I was with child. The one thing I feared most for my child was that they would be born like me. A magi. My fear became all too real, and my heart was crushed knowing that my darling little daughter would never be allowed to use her magic.
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