“We all have bad things inside us, and we all choose either to give in to those bad things or to fight them. It’s not the same thing for any of us. For some people the only thing they have to struggle with is whether they sleep in and miss first hour or get their butts up and go to school. For other people it’s harder stuff- like whether or not to go into rehab and stay clean or to just give up and keep using. For you maybe it’s even harder- like whether to fight for your humanity or to give in to the darkness and be a monster. But it’s still a choice. Your choice.”
Zoey Redbird, Daughter of Night, I name you my eyes and ears in the world today, a world where good and evil are struggling to find balance.
“But I’m sixteen! I can’t even parallel-park! How am I supposed to know how to be your eyes and ears?”
She just smiled serenely. You are old beyond your years, Zoey-bird. Believe in yourself and you will find a way. But remember, darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good.
Then the Goddess Nyx, the ancient personification of Night, leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead. And for the third time that day I passed out.
“So I must be air,” Damien said, taking the yellow candle.
“You are. Your element opens the circle.”
“Kinda like I wish I could open people’s minds,” he said, moving to the eastern position.
I smiled warmly at him. “Yep. Kinda like that.”
I smiled at Damien. “My friend Damien is the most authentic person I know, even when being true to himself has been a hard thing to be. He represents air well.” The wind around Damien picked up as he smiled shyly at me.