Rogue Wizard’s Journal – December 31st, 2019
While Christmas was not the greatest I couldn’t have asked for a better way to end the year. Lunette and Amber showed up today early in the morning as I was cooking breakfast. Even greater news, the war is over and the terms of the treaty have changed everything. Most notably the idea that someone does not need to be part of a mage house to be a mage nor do fairy and fantastic folk needs to be connected to a leader. My days as a rogue wizard are over because there is no such thing. The houses still exist and so does the council but it is all voluntary for mages now, not mandated.
Speaking of the council, according to Amber, the makeup is changed as there was an internal rebellion of sorts that replaced most of the heads of the houses with new people more in line with unification and openness with the rest of the magical world. The council was changed according to these changes. It seems they have taken an adapt or survive point of view rather than one upholding tradition. The tradition was getting them extinct and they must have realized it.
Now I realize this is purely for North America and Europe as different magical governments dominate parts of the rest of the world, but for me, it means not having to be afraid of the council anymore. It still does not resolve the issue of remaining hidden as all three of us are sure there will be elements that want revenge for all these changes as we were instrumental in causing some of the problems that lead to them. The deposed traditionalists would still want to fight and they could retake the council, but the notion that anyone who practices magic can do so openly is going to be huge in the magical world.
I also realize that my being the only battle mage who currently is known and one who has seemingly survived the death spell would cause a lot of people to fear me. I am a harmless teddy bear but some might consider me too big a threat to be allowed to live, and that means staying dead to the world might still give me some protection.
Privacy too as I feel the other thing might be to ask the question of whether being a battle mage can be taught to others. Do I really want that? I might argue it might be the magical world equivalent of inventing gunpowder. Do I want that as my legacy? Probably not.
Of course, the first thing all three of us did was draw the drapes and get intimately acquainted again and I found the ladies seemed more eager than me in this regard. Apparently having an actual dick does make a difference at least that is what they told me. The time I liked best though was when we fell asleep in each others arms. Cuddling naked with Lunette’s wings draped over us. We are whole again.
Maybe someday I will announce that I lived, but I still would want enough time to past where past grievances can be settled down and perhaps cooler heads can come to terms with a broken past. I can only hope and wait.
One thing is finished and that is this journal. It is no longer necessary as I am no longer a Rogue Wizard. Maybe a vagabond or grey pilgrim like Gandalf, but not criminal or rogue anymore. Maybe posterity will read this and think better of me or worse, but my thoughts and major decisions are here for all to read. Hopefully, they will be gently heard and kindly judged.
This is the last entry – rogue wizard out.
Writer’s Final Note:
I have mixed feelings about this project being finished. I am glad to move on to something else, but also sad to see it end. There are feelings associated with this that are loving and sad at the same time and I miss the one who was my inspiration fo Elpis. Now, there will be less reason to think of her, but that may be good for my healing process. I still have some poems in my head os she will never truly go away, and well there is that loving somebody and never getting completely over it that I seem to have. Maybe someday I will come back and rewrite the whole Hedge and Rogue wizard sagas with new feelings and thoughts.
In the meantime, as the bard once said, I ask you to be one that is “gently to hear and kindly to judge” this story. I may be paraphrasing a bit.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.