Blog essay for Till We Have Faces
Orual, we have watched you since before you first marked this world. I am Theia, and I will be your translator and judge. We have heard your plight and have answered it. Many of us know of your struggles. You were brought about in obscurity and revile, even in such a place as within the palace wall's. Treated poorly, and given unfair circumstances, such as physical appearances, parental death, revilement, coventry. Yet, we thought you would've faired better. You have warped these feelings into a malicious and vile possessiveness of someone who is not yours. Your sister, whom you share a bond with. In doing so, you throw the hatred and blame onto those you cannot even face. You say she is yours. "Mine" you say, "Thieves" you call us. You say we that we are unjust gods, that neither help, nor leave you alone. You've read your own complaint and now see the error of your ways, yet you still repeat your mantra. Woe is you! You read the story of your sister, ...