kathrineroid
Treaties are freedom and slavery. Opposites. Too often we put meaning to the word "treaty" when it is just a tool like any other tool, weilded wisely and for good by wise and good people, or for evil and tyranny by evil and tryranical people, or, we must not forget, stupidly and with good intention by people who mean well and shouldn't hold the position and power they have.
So, the people I was with, which category did they belong to? What side was I on? Funny how WE are defined and made by the people we are with.
Lida meandered about the house, emptying her purchases all in different rooms. There was time enough before Aru was home.
When I walk, my hair floats. No, it really does. It floats and comes up like a thousand waves pull it. It grows, it straightens, it curls, it braids, but mostly it sprouts little objects at the end of a lock of hair.
She seems so foreign. But I can only image what I look like to her. I smile, even though I know are species have different body language. We'll have to learn each other's non-verbal language. That's what we are together for. Our leaders know one thing: if we can not communicate, we can not cooperate.
The wand glittered - yes, glittered. I took a step closer to the pedestal. What power did this simple weapon, barely a foot long, hold? The stories. . . they were all of evil. Could it possibly be used for good? My hand fumbled, numb, for my necklace. Fingering the stones, I recalled the words they spelled aloud. "Anything may be used for good or for evil." But how did you know for sure that an act was evil?