On Purity: An Opinion Piece

[morrisaye 225]

Quinn paced around the lower floor of her small home. Several papers were scattered about her desk. None of them seemed to get very far beyond one common bit: the title in the center of each page. 

On Purity

An Opinion Piece

By: Quinn M. Faberry

 

She quickly made her way back to her writing space once more to begin another attempt at her paper. 

When asked what purity means to me, I really didn’t know. Those questions are still ringing in my ears. What is purity? Who decides what is pure in the world? What does it mean to protect that purity? There is so much to consider, and it’s all quite personal.

 

These words hit the page with ease. She huffed as the rest didn't follow suit quite as quickly as she had hoped. 

"What do I believe? What if I'm wrong?" 

 

She kept repeating the base questions to herself under her breath, over and over as if rehearsing them would somehow make the answers easier to come by. Her eyes stayed fixed on the paper. She tapped her pen repeatedly on the desk, shaking out bits of ink and making a mess. Quinn didn't seem to notice or care. The results of this nervous habit were not as important in her mind as getting her trapped thoughts out onto the page. 

 

She quickly shifted her pen over to the paper and began trying to write again, only to realize she had exhausted all its contents on the desk. A loud, frustrated groan vibrated in her throat as she refilled the inkwell. 

 

Once the pen hovered over the page, ready to document her continued thoughts, Quinn sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the feeling rather than the exact words she wanted to portray.

 

A moment later, her eyes fluttered open and the words finally made their way out into the world.

 

 

In my personal opinion, purity is when things are as they should be. Okay, who decides that? If I were to wield the light of Tahariae, would it be in my right to use my best judgement to decide what is pure? Perhaps it’s Tahariae that decides what is pure, and I am to trust in my faith to guide me in enforcing his judgments.

 

Thinking on it more, I believe the world decides. Everything was one way. It was created that way and should stay that way. The evils of the world corrupt things and change them to something they shouldn’t be.

 

Iblees is one of the most notable examples. He tainted the world, raised undead, and cursed all of the Descendants. He corrupted what was once pure and twisted it to his suit evil desires. To this day, undead, monstrous abominations roam the world, leaving a horrid scar on what is natural and beautiful.

 

I believe nature decides what is pure. That is further expanded upon by Tahariae’s words and tenants. To protect that purity, we must fight against the ones who wish to taint it, and we must lead others towards the same goals as our own. Together, the Clerics stand against the darkness that wishes to take hold of all that is righteous in the world.

 

Quinn set her pen into its holder. She still felt like what she had written was...unfinished. She read the words over again, then read them aloud. She paced about the room with the writing in her hands. Something was lacking. 

 

"Where do I fit into this? What is my roll supposed to be?"

 

She stopped in her tracks and stared at the bottom of the paper. This was exactly what was missing. She had written her thoughts on who purity is and what clerics do to protect it. However, she had failed to address what her purpose was in the grand scheme of it all. 

 

Quinn rushed back to her desk and grabbed her pen. No hesitation was around this time to make her second guess herself. Her hand flew across the page, marking down the final thoughts she had on the matter.

 

That is what I wish to do as well. I feel my place in all of this is to fight against the evils of the world, to heal others, and to protect the innocent people. I wish to provide them with sanctuary from the taint that would corrupt their souls while guiding them down the better path.

 

With her final edition added, Quinny sat back in her chair and looked nervously at the finished product. 

"Is it good enough? If it's not, then I am not good enough." 

One final sigh was released before she stood and moved out of her house, paper in hand. Regardless of what was to come from what she had written, she was ready to turn it in and face her judgement. 

 

"Onward to Lilyana, then. I will pass this assignment. I will get my next one. I am good enough." 

 

Her repeated self-assuring talk came in the form of muttering the entire way from her house in South Fields to the palace of Sutica. She stood outside the gate while the last of her nerves were quelled with the gentle affirmations. 

 

From this point,  Quinn's fate as a potential Cleric was in her teacher's hands. 

[AGP 3169]

"Purity is a myth," says the omniscient Constantine.

[Daisy 9740]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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