Blue Sargent

Statement of Blue Sargent regarding the General Absurdities of her life.

Written on I don't know. Some Wednesday in Hell I guess?

Your life tends to take a rather weird turn when you're born to a family of psychics. And I'm talking genuine psychics. None of that Miss Cleo phone line stuff. Don't get me wrong, we have a phone line because money has to come in somehow, but my Mom, Persephone, Orla...Everyone has the gift. 

Everyone but me that is. 

I don't have the power to see, just the ability to amplify. I was told I make things "loud" for them. My friends compared it to being the table everyone wants at a Starbucks--the one with a power outlet. Gwenllian--and yes, I mean the illegitimate daughter of Glendower, if you know anything about dead Welsh kings, she'll come up in other statements I'm sure--she was the one that told me what I really was. A witch, a mirror. I reflect power around me, amplify it, charge it. 

And I guess that's half my problem. You don't end up born with that kind of power without weird stuff happening around you all the time. Right? Right.

I suppose, for an introduction to all things strange in the world, I should start with the two reoccurring instances of the supernatural that are threaded throughout my life: my curse and the corpse roads.

I've said my family is one of psychics. The thing is, while casual observations and accidental readings are fairly normal in our day to day, they only ever saw one thing about my future. One undeniable inevitability, something that never changed no matter when or how they looked. I would one day grow up, meet my one true love and if I were to kiss him, he would die. 

And for a good part of my life, this led me to avoid anything that would make me trip into a romance. Worked well enough for about seventeen years of my life. We'll save the part where it didn't for another story. I warned you there would be a few.

The bigger thing to focus on here is the subject of the corpse roads. Henrietta has them, these ley lines, running throughout it. It's like an epicenter. Henrietta is charged with its energy. Honestly, that's probably why St. Mark's Eve's tradition holds so well.

Once I was old enough, my mother would have me sit with her on those nights. For me, they were cold, quiet. For my mother, they were something else entirely. Nothing ever really happened until the late hours, but we would hold our vigils all night. Eventually, she would start listing names, ones she heard from the spirits she saw walking toward, and into, this old churchyard we sat outside of every April.

You see, she felt it was her duty to tell those whose names she had that they were seen on the corpse road. Give them a chance to get their affairs in order, live those last moments as well as they could. We could never tell exactly when they would die, just that it would be within a year--before the next Eve passed.

I never saw them. In all those years I never heard a word or saw a glimpse of these spirits. But each year I'd write down names, and I'd see them pass. That was the way of things until this past year.

The first year my mother didn't go, and her sister did. Neeve...she wanted to see it herself, and I went as always. I made things loud, made the spirits easier to see, easier to hear. I didn't think anything of it, not really. It was the same cold, quiet night, and I had no reason to think it would go differently.

That is until I saw him. A boy near my age, in a sweater from a local school. He wasn't solid, and he walked toward the church like all of the others. Neeve--she insisted I get his name. So I followed. I asked. 

Gansey. That's all there is. And that's the only answer he gave me. The first and only person I ever saw walk that road. I suppose you can guess why, the connection. 

I met him not a week later. Him, and all the other Raven boys. And nearly a year later, I'd be the one to kill him.

If you need anything to back this up, I don't have much I can give you. Adam Parrish and Gansey are here, so you can look them up. Matthew Lynch too, I guess. If you have anything tied to the Sight, or magic in general, I can probably give you a demonstration on what mirrors--witches--can do.