Hindered By Tradition Novels & Stories

“It isn’t easy. If you want the marriage and your modern attitude… but it’s possible.” “Trying to create something for ourselves while everyone around us tells us we should be content to decorate someone else’s legacy, it can wear you down,” Vivian says. Sabine nods. “It’s not just hard, going against some traditions. Sometimes it’s dangerous.” Our eyes lock for a second too long. She knows. Or suspects. But she doesn’t ask. I feel something in the undercurrents. Not judgment. Not smoke and mirrors. Just understanding. For the first time in days, I don’t feel completely insane.

"Really?" He rolled his shoulders in a shrug as he stood, distracting her as he stretched his naked and very yummy six-foot-plus body. Mmm, the things she wanted to do to him. Again. "It is hard, though, to change hundreds of years of belief and tradition. Others have not followed the teachings and rules." He shook his head instead of continuing. "And?" she prodded. "And the results weren't favorable for any of the parties involved." He didn't elaborate, and she made a mental note to find out more about what he meant later. In the meantime, she watched as he strung his loincloth around hips she'd ridden hard, more than once.

“Father… you know we can't make an exception. We have been holding this tradition for years. We can't wake up one morning and make an exception for just one person.” “We humans make rules and we humans also break the same rules. Because rules are rules and lives are lives.” He looked at me, more like glared at me. Then he exhaled a chunk of air clearly filled with frustration. “Please Jay, reconsider one more time,” Mr Hendricks pleaded again.

If he could show me how to hone my skills into something actually useful, I might actually be able to win a fight, one day. However, I could understand why he was reluctant. One of those fights might be with him. He ignored my display. “We cannot wait for the One True God to show his displeasure,” he continued to harp on at Nabbo. “This world does not revolve around us. We cannot be like stupid, fat, lazy minnows in a tiny pond who refuse to accept the existence of bigger, hungrier fish. Look around you — there is fighting everywhere. Quarrels and disagreements are rife. Our traditions are disappearing, respect for our ways is fading. Yet you insist it won’t end badly—”

That is what your forebears intended for you to accomplish, therefore whether you like it, you must obey and carry out their wishes. Grandma, Can't we do something about it now, while we still have time? I could see that there were no vehicles shows, so the forefathers had to walk all these miles to bury their beloved leaders, singing war songs along the way. However, now that we have automobiles, we may simplify everything. Please realize that when custom and tradition are mentioned, it shows that you must do as your forebears did and you must follow the same approach.

“Ok, sure. How does a pack become stuck in it’s ways?” I tried to stifle my snort. It was the same type of phrase I had used to advocate for my own research at the infirmary. “You mean, ‘traditional’?” I asked coyly. He shook his head. “No, I mean, stuck in their ways. Afraid of progress. Not tradition.” “How do you differentiate between the two?” I asked, more curious now.

The ministers had talked to him about it while the last three years but he wanted his mother awake by then. “I can’t help myself. And about you being King, you know you need a Queen. By tradition” she went straight to the point. He smiled wider, “Damned tradition. The same tradition stopped us from inhibiting the dark magic. Are we still following that?”. She sauntered towards him, moving her head like she was in deep thoughts. They were indeed some traditions that they had ignored. For their protection. Inhibiting the dark magic was dangerous and that was the only reason it was traditionally forbidden in the first place.

I asked in disgust and he nodded. “Yes, and I would do it again a hundred times to have what I needed to be unchallenged,” my father's brother replied firmly. “The problem was always that people never looked beyond that but clung to traditions and my brother had to take on something he never wanted to have, but in the end, it caught up with him.”

And it was already being measured against loyalty, against fear, against the cost of choosing change over tradition. The inheritance had begun, and neither of us could set it down now.

"You are putting our traditions on the line. Centuries of tradition cannot be reversed on the spur of the moment. Don't start a war you're going to lose." But I wasn't going down without a fight. "Hina was taken against her will, and I can't help but wonder how many others here are in the same situation," I exclaimed, my voice trembling with emotion. The throng had turned into a murmur of murmurs, their thoughts and opinions merging, but I couldn't tell what they felt. I needed their trust to secure their support for my mission. "Rules are meant to maintain order, but we can't ignore injustice under the guise of tradition," I insisted, hoping to change their hearts and minds.