Tale of a tale ~ Chapter IVc
Added 2021-10-30 12:36:11 +0000 UTCAt some point the energy of the Roots of Spells began to change. Sleeping paralysis came back, feeling of empty days arose. Why? Because of changes within our heroes of the story? Because of changes on the hill (more and more people have moved into this area, made it more noisy, crowded)? According to general history - there was massacre on this very hill during II World War, when Ukrainian Insurgent Army ripped all inhabitants in very cruel way. According to closer history - there were few fires on this hill during last few years, even fires with fatalities. Closer - wife of the former owner died in this cottage, which also was on fire few years before the pack moved in.
After about a year of Driada’s funeral, another sickness hunted next member of the pack. One day Mr. Demiurgos felt extremely bad. He had problems with eating, walking, extracting. It wasn’t easy task to find vet who wanted to help a... goat. Because “no one heal goats, if they’re sick – they should be killed and eaten”... Luckily, after many phones, qualified doctor was found. Then came even doctor with portable x-ray. After about a week of trying to help Demiurgos, there was only one way – try of an operation with 50% chance of survival. The condition of Mr. Goat was so weak, that the operation was arranged two days ahead. Unfortunately, next day after arrangements with vet, the little girl entered the stable and found dead, cold body. Another grave in heavy, muddy clay has been dug under the Magical Oak.
Quite short after this funeral, the little girl had opportunity to meet the being, who enchanted her few years earlier in the distant Forest. She met him and... stepped into absolutely different reality. Even in her most secret dreams, she hadn’t supposed that her heart is able to burn so mightily. But... as every fairytale, it couldn’t be too wonderful. Each of them returned to their normal, even unusual, worlds, far away from each other.
At some point our main characters of the tale have opened for people from the area, not only for close neighbours. They’ve met people around the little girl’s age, nice to spend time around bonfire etc. They seemed to be good people. But they hurt the little girl badly. During small bonfire for Kupala Night at their place somebody poisoned her drink with drugs. Her body was a toy to touch and kiss for several people. She didn't remember anything from that evening, from that night. I don't want to repeat myself, but you can read about it under the #rapepill. It was extremely dramatic situation for whole Family - so empathic, sensitive and close. Trauma causes huge damages in the little girl, psychotic episodes caused by trauma and chemistry from the drug destroyed almost every positive sparkles in her. She almost committed suicide during one winter day because of desire to finally stop feeling anything at all. Reaction of her parents didn't help. When she told them... she felt guilty. Ashamed in front of them. They pretended like everything was ok and nothing bad has happened. They didn't want to talk about it anymore. Her mother stopped writing or calling her for about two months. Luckily the little girl had her daemon and furry Family, who have never left her, even when she attacked verbally, emotionally very badly, when she even kicked her daemon out of the house... but all of these were way too much for her, she was unable to cope with it, and the specialists didn’t help either. The abuse-induced psychotic states have appeared from time to time. She had tried to act, to live normally, to pretend in front of others that she’s strong enough, but deep inside she’s been terrified ruined mess, because she absolutely hasn’t known who can she trust to. In her perception every human being wanted to harm her, lie to her, abuse her.
Additionally, about month after the drug case had place, the Family said goodbye to Rogaty. It was huge blow for Wierzba, for whom he was with her almost all her life as an older brother - the bigger, stronger one, behind which she could hide if necessary. But also the one that she can play as hard as she want. In this difficult moment Wierzba tried to be there for the little girl, to give her a lot of support, her warmth, but she also had to deal with the mourning that could be seen almost every day when she walked alone under the Magic Oak and waited...
There are lot of small and big adventures, memories to write about. Maybe one day I'll write you more from this fairytale. Is it the end? It is the end of some part of the path, only few chapters, but not of the whole tale. Today the pack, scattered in parts had to left Roots of Spells because parents of the little girl decided to abuse the little girl’s trust by taking over the Roots of Spells and get rid of it immediately and by that destroy what used to be for her – her safe place in the world. It was a moment, when she was afraid even of this place – during one of psychotic states she told that she didn’t want to live there anymore, but in such states she wanted to escape from everything and everybody – her broken mind made her that even her, always calm, father seemed cruel to her at some point... But parents decided and they didn’t care a bit about her dreams, her hard work. Now the little girl lives with some members of her true Family in the city. In the flat. Nice flat, light and clean, but it's a cage... Hopefully it’s only for now, for this very moment. Wind in her soul will take her further, into the new and yet unknown... with a tiny change in her heart. One too much drop of tear started the change inside the little girl – from little girl to little daemoness.
Photos from time mainly 2019-2021 were taken by Sony nex-3, Fuji xt-3 and different phones’ cameras. More photos from Roots of Spells and how it has changed you may know from my Patreon gallery.
