Fear. It is like a plant. A small seed that is thrown onto the soil of our minds, it soon gets covered in soil and watered. It gets nutrients and then grows into the danger it is. Fear comes from many things but mainly the absence of knowledge. If one does not know serving and comes into contact with that very unknown thing, they will fear it. They will assume the worst. Such is the nature of man. They do this to everything, even amongst themselves, so they create standards, norms and what is essentially society today. Man's nature is to control that which they fear. Why? Because their greatest fear is inferiority.
It is this fear of man that brought ruin to my everything. It is this need for control that hath ruined me, robbed me and dammed me.
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To my dearest daughter,
Should you ever find this book, it means that I have lost my way or have departed to Valhalla. Never be afraid, my child! Never let anyone have the upper hand against you as I did. Learn from the mistakes of my story and be better than me. Don't aim to be like your father or me. Aim to yourself, a greater combination of all your father and my teaching but mostly, of what you are! If I am lost then bring me back, child. If I am in Valhalla then I shall watch over you. Be yourself and no one else, my little Phoenix.
Also, don't forget to reign havoc and chaos upon anyone who thinks they can control you or harm you.
Love, Your Mother,
Loralie Voznesensky.
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Such tiny piece of writing marked the first page of the book she held. A black leather bound book of gold design and amethyst jewel in the hands of a young woman. On the second page, a letter from her mother written to her. The book laid delicately atop her desk but the problem was that it had not been there before. Someone placed it there for her to read. The young woman knew not who placed it there but she knew that her mother's words struck the chords of curiosity within her.
The woman walked towards her door and locked it. She proceeded to curl up on the window seat and held the locket her mother gave her. Clutches in her right hand, she fiddled with locket from her first Christmas. Her left hand flipped the page delicately and she began to read. She didn't care anymore who gave it to her. All she knew was that her mother's story was finally being revealed and had mixed emotions about it.
(A/N: so these past few chapters is to give a little backstory on the parents of my MC. This particular chapter is for the MC's daughter in the FAR FAR future! The main story is based on the MC growing up into the woman that she is. I hope you all enjoy my book!)