Who is your favorite historical figure?
First thought: Joan of Arc.
Something about her has always stayed with me. A young girl claiming to hear divine voices, standing up to kings, leading armies, and refusing to back down in a world built to silence women like her. She had guts, conviction, and a sense of purpose that cost her everything, but she stayed true to herself to the bitter, brutal end. That kind of courage stirs something in me.
Then came my second thought: But wait… who wrote that history?
Who decided which version of Joan we’d be told? Who picked which rebels became saints and which ones were buried nameless? The more I think about it, the more I realize how history is usually the story of the powerful, their victories, their opinions, and their edits.
So maybe my real favorite historical figures are the ones who don’t get statues or textbook chapters. The untamed, stubborn spirits who lived by their own code. The women, the healers, the travelers, the outsiders, the ones branded as witches, lunatics, heretics, or troublemakers. The ones who didn’t fit the mold and wouldn’t apologize for it.
I reckon those are my people. The ancestors we don’t hear about but feel in our bones.
And maybe, if we’re lucky, we get to be one of them too.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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