Diary Log #2

We are living in an era of misinformation and re-written history. Sometimes I really wonder how we got this far--this close-minded but I remember. It started when Cornelia was elected leader. After that election, no one had ever ran against her. I need to reinstate this information, because I can't stand imagining my niece being taught brainwashing propaganda about the purity of the wizard race and how we are in the top of the hierarchy, dividing lines and generally looking down on other species as if they're brutish. As if our dark magic-practiced wizards don't participate in worse rituals and we don't use standard humans, those self-proclaimed homo-sapiens as tools in our own daily lives.

I don't mean to come off as preachy. I understand the defenseless and dimwittedness of humans, particularly when it comes to the mystical realms at all is alluring. What wizard hasn't participated in a few spells that require their lives? I'm pretty sure you at least have to perform one of those spells to graduate high school after all. I point this out due to wizardfolk's hypocrisy towards other species for doing the same thing--usually with the need to eat, an actual necessity compared to our simple desire or want to create more powerful spells.

I understand some, such as the Volkovs, are simply bloodthirsty and kill as murderers, indiscriminate to all kinds, but it's my point to prove this to be a rarity. These cultures are misunderstood and misrepresented--or they were before I investigated.

…. It is weird being personal, but this passage in particular goes out to my niece. Aside from the public's perspective of me for disrespecting the hierarchy, you will find our own family spreading lies about me. You see, Violet, I was kicked out at a young age. I'm sure your mother will tell you some details, but I want you to hear it from me. Our lineage is one of the few remaining "pure-magic" ancestries and our family wears it with pride. If I were to tell you the motive I had for pursuing cultural magicusology, I'd have to warn you it wasn't for any noble cause. My primary motivation was actually boredom with the homogenous state of the society we built, and spite towards my family who were oh so proud of their genetics like it actually meant something. Perhaps that's why I looked down so harshly on our society. It was one that praised them for it too. I wasn't being praised for my actions, rather only the sole fact of being born. Things were being handed to me and I wanted to take what I wanted with my own effort.

I'm telling you this because while I now full-heartedly believe in what I'm doing and manage to truly see the impact it's doing, tearing down myths and in some ways building cracks to our hierarchy system, the fact that my motives didn't start off great doesn't matter. I'm not perfect, and even if our society insists that every Paige is perfect (boy did I test that by being the black sheep of the family), nobody is. A lot of things aren't black and white but fall under a weird grayish middle. Perhaps this is why I'm referred to as a cold man but, intent doesn't matter, only the outcome of your actions. It's important to try, of course. And failure is inevitable, but it's up to you to get back up and try again 100, no.. 100,000,000 times! And you need to remember this for people that say big things but don't act on them. It's a discovery I found on trusting what I deem the right people. My right people might not be the same as yours, and that's fine too. The world is diverse and filled with lots of solutions.

I'm not saying everything I do is good, and I'm definitely not on a moral high ground but. Violet, I just want you to know I'm not all bad.