When she had been a teacher, on Caprica, Laura had enjoyed finding old legends, stories, ones she could use as parables in class. She had never, in a million years, though, believed she would find herself at the root of one of those old tales.
As she struggled to hold the presidency in her frail hands, tried to find a way for all of their people to survive, she wondered if she was not the little mermaid. Had she traded, somehow unknowing, her health to a sorceress for the ability to lead? Had she given up the one thing she most needed to succeed at the desires of her heart?
She sighed softly at her own whimsy and pushed the analogy away. No matter the cost to herself, she would not fail in the end. Humanity could not afford it.