I am Eve.
Eve of Dean.
I am named for the first woman.
Eve, who was the first of my line.
Eve. The first woman to walk in the Gardens of Eden.
The first to access the knowledge which was allowed, and freely given.
Eve, who defied the gods in order to attain the knowledge which was secret, and was forbidden.
Eve, the first woman.
The first to come into her power.
I am Eve, of Dean.
I was born with the Sight. I came into this world aware.
I woke to the knowledge that runs through my veins.
Carried in the blood of the women of my line, from the first Eve, down through the ages.
To me. Eve, of Dean.
I am Eve, of Dean.
Even. Perfectly poised between opposing forces.
I understand absolutes.
I understand the balance between them.
I know what it is that separates light from dark.
Truth from lie.
Good from evil.
And in knowing, I am able to navigate them.
I am Eve, of Dean.
I am evening.
I am the half-light between night and day.
I walk unafraid through grey areas in which order holds no sway.
They are not a portion of some larger pattern, as some like to believe.
They are inexplicable.
Their possibilities are endless. Their ways infinite.
They are uncountable, and therefore unaccountable.
Too changeable and fluid to be mapped.
Their currents are deep and swift and unpredictable.
They are the spaces between spaces.
Populated by the lost, the damaged, the insane.
By those whose souls who have fallen through the cracks and gaps in reality.
Yet their murky depths yield truths and answers that cannot be found elsewhere.
I am Eve, of Dean, and I dare to search them.
I am Eve. Of Dean.
I am ever. Everlasting.
I have attained eternity.
I am eternity.
I am Eve. Of Dean.
I am seer and soothsayer.
I am seductress and sorceress.
I am called Eden by those I respect.
I offer you no such courtesy.
I am Eve, of Dean.
I am even.
I am the evening.
I am the balance.
I am everlasting.
I am eternal.
I am Eve, of Dean.
I have right on my side.
Those you stole from are mine.
I come to right a wrong that should never have come to pass.
I come seeking vengeance.
I am Eve, of Dean.
And I. Will. NOT. Be. Denied.
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Eve, of Dean
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