Nobody wants to be a hero. Not a real one. The more I read these blogs, the more I realize how many people here are or were heroes and I think that every single one of them would trade it in a heartbeat to get back what taken from them.
I don’t mean “The Hero” that everyone was hoping would appear and save us all. I mean on smaller levels. Damien O’Connor saving that kid at the supermarket, Zero willing to sacrifice himself on the Solstice to weaken it, Cathy walking into the woods by herself to try and get her child back, Zeke Strahm going to that warehouse knowing it would probably kill him, and so many other examples that to try and list them all would need to be a post by itself.
My point is that so many of us have done things that can be considered heroic. And it breaks us down just as strongly as it does. Maybe that’s part of what it wants? Maybe it wants us to fight back. Some hunters need the thrill of the chase more then the kill itself. It takes so much from us our loves, our minds, and finally our lives. But some of us it kills immediately. Some of us it stalks for months. And some people manage to keep going for years.
That shows me that we are capable of beating it. Which leads me to my next bit of thought.
I’ve been thinking about what Cheska told everyone. How the cure is no longer working and that she believes it is because Jeff died and his blood was a key component. And right now, contemplating the implications of that theory has me ecstatic. No, the fact that the cure no longer works is not what made me ecstatic. The fact that this is probably the closest confirmation I will ever get to some kind of magic working on this thing is what has me bouncing like a child. If Jeff’s blood had continued to work after his death, it would be more scientific in nature. But he died and whatever immunity he had disappeared. That screams blood magic to me.
I personally have never practiced blood magic, preferring to enjoy a more nature and energy based way of existing. But one of my dearest friends before all this began was a practitioner of that sort and I have nothing but respect as well as a bit of healthy fear for it.
A few other things have managed to switch on light bulbs in my brain in the past few days. Thank you Amalgamation Sage for being not only a voice of encouragement, but a source of my current inspiration.
I might have something solid to start working with again, key word being might. The biggest problem is that this is something I won’t be able to experiment with. When the time comes it will either work or it won’t. And I’m not going to reveal much right now. I’m sorry for being secretive, but I’ve always maintained that talking about what I’m planning to do ahead of time will probably ruin any chances I have of it working. The Quislings are out and about after all.
No major updates to report on my personal stalking. I’m still just as paranoid, but I haven’t actually had any sightings of it for a little over a week now. Every shadow I jump at turns out to be nothing. The trees really are just trees. No more threatening phone calls either.
Remnant, I don’t know if you saw or even if you’ll see this post either, but I changed my answer to your riddle. I do hope you'll talk with me at some point.