So this is my first Sanctuary fic so please let me know what you think! And before I go on I have to give credit to Jen (you know who you are) without whom I probably wouldn't have finished this or even been inspired to write it. Thanks Jen!
A lot can be said by what others call you. And in this Helen Magnus was like no other. She had over a century of names to choose from. Some were said in awed whispers while others were said with contempt and hate. Friends and enemies alike throughout the whole of her life never ceased to amaze her with the various names they had dubbed her with.
Midnight Angel, Rogue Avenger, Mistress of the Shadows, Master of War. These were just some of the names she was known by. Of course, not all of them were so highly flattering; in fact some were quite cruel if a bit unusual.
Dark Destroyer, Mad Magnus, and The Shrew were among other various ugly terms. All of them meant to demean her and destroy her spirit. Little did they know that nothing could deter Helen from the path she had chosen to take. Instead of feeling angry or hurt over what her enemies decided to call her she took it all in stride. If truth be told, she reveled in it. Those that would try and hurt her with cruel titles not only hated her, but at a deeper level they feared her. Their hatred was to be expected and their fear justified.
Then there were those who neither hated nor adored her. They had given her names like Dark Defender, History's Mistress and Dark Lady. To be given a title, whether good or bad, meant that there was respect. Out of fear or adoration the respect was there and Helen accepted it, knowing that it all served a purpose.
The purpose which is, simply put, recognition. They all recognized her for what she was; a woman not to be trifled with. Any who posed a threat to either human or abnormal would be dealt with swiftly and with deadly force. Those who sought refuge in her sanctuary would be welcomed with open arms along with the chance to better understand themselves and their unique attributes.
So Helen had lived her life the way in which she had vowed all those years ago in front of her father. Far from mediocre, her longevity had given her the chance to go down in history as the most respected doctor and woman this world had ever known. The subjugation of which she was so afraid quickly gave rise to the freedom she had tirelessly fought for. Independent and strong willed, Helen had forged ahead time and time again never once forgetting that vow.
And never once had she forgotten who she was. Deep down she had always known exactly who she was. The troubling part was how much of herself she should show the world. Every action bore a consequence and she was only too aware of that fact when she looked back on her life. Too many times had she opened her heart only to have it broken by friends, lovers, and enemies.
Maybe that's why her favorite title was Queen of the Night. In that one name she could be anything; angel, devil, shrew, rogue, defender, accuser, judge, jury. It encompassed everything about her, but left many wondering what exactly it meant.
To Helen, Queen of the Night would always be who she was.
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