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[attr="class","chartl-item"]1969 you are born to an average family struggling with the aftermath of the great war... but not as much as your typical household, somehow. it almost seems as though their front as 'poor' and 'struggling' is a ruse.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1972 three years later, your first sibling is born. what should have been a joyous event is overshadowed by the secrets and whispers your parents keep. something isn't quite right, and you're told not to speak of your sibling, whatever you do.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1973 on your fourth birthday, a present is left on your front doorstep. you're the one to answer the door, your big innocent eyes staring into the dark, unreadable ones of the man kneeling down to greet you. your mother rushes to the door to scoop you into her arms, horrified. the man had commented on how big you've grown, but your mother, in a heated argument with your father, drills him on who that man is and why he had shown up at our door. you never did find out what your present was.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1979 the secrets continue to build and the security of your family begins to fall apart. your father comes home less and less now, leaving your mother a frantic, frazzled mess. she's terrified of the dark, now, and she clings to you and relies on your more than any mother should their ten year old son. 'you're the man of the house now,' your father once said. what does that even mean?
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1981 one night, your father comes home beaten and bloody. you wake up to your mother's hysterical sobbing, and you're holding your little sisters hand as you step out into the kitchen. your father tells you something that turns your blood to ice, and you remember vividly the desperation and pleading in your mother's voice as she fell to her knees. she was begging for him not to take you. you never saw her again, or your little sister.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1982 on your thirteenth birthday, you begin to hear the whispers of your familiar. it becomes apparent that you will be every bit the powerful witch your father is.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1985 at age sixtren , during an initiation into the sybaris coven, you manifest your familiar for the first time and learn of its true name. it is because of this burst of magical potential that you survive the ordeal. your partner, however, does not.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1989 at twenty, you are now a fully-fledged member of the narcisse family and your focus has become obsessive on rising to spécialiste. if you are to be worth anything, that is what you must become, your father said. you work beneath several other spécialiste's and undertake as many opportunities as you can to prove yourself to them through various missions and operations.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1991 at twenty-two, you achieve sentinel rank, and are officially promoted to spécialiste.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1992 you are one of the few to survive the violent reaping at a narcisse safehouse. your being there was somewhat unintentional, as you were not exactly one of the kingpin's most valuable or most trusted. living under your father's shadow has been difficult due to his past mistakes.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1993 your brush with death caused you to spiral. it lead you to meeting a young woman you eventually affectionately referred to as your 'sunshine'. you fell madly in love with her without thinking. you knew better, but when she told you she loved you and that she was pregnant, your loyalties became divided.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1994 your daughter is born and you begin to understand now the difficult decision that your father made, the danger that he had put your family through. being in love was a dizzying mess, it felt like drowning but sweeter. it was something you would do anything to keep.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]1999 you have been in some part involved in the last six years of narcisse establishments and accomplishments. miraculously, foolishly, you believe that you have kept your double life a secret. your wife does not suspect you, and even better, the mafia doesn't, either. or do they?
[attr="class","chartl-item"]2002 you slip up your story, you miss a meeting in favor of being there for the birth of your second daughter. your heart is in your throat because you know that the beautiful pieces of your family, the life that you want, is slipping through your fingers. the narcisse find out about her, about your daughters, about the liability you have become. you have to make a decision that will ultimately ruin you-- and you choose what you think is the best option (it had been for you). you choose to give your daughters to the narcisse, as your father had done to you. but in giving them up, you neglected to realize the impact that would have on your wife.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]2004 your wife passes due to a broken heart (or could it have been something else?).
[attr="class","chartl-item"]2010 you remain at the bottom of the ladder, struggling to stay afloat among the younger members of the family. they no longer trust you, but your sacrifice was enough to let you stay. you are nothing, and you have nothing. not anymore.
[attr="class","chartl-item"]2015 at age fourty-six, you gain the rank of acolyte. but at what cost?
[attr="class","chartl-item"]2022 you continue to keep your head down and accept whatever dirty jobs and opportunities are given to you like a dog begging for scraps. you steer clear of your daughters, too ashamed of yourself and clouded by grief. they deserve better.
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