Once upon a time, in a far-off land, a long long time ago, there was a board that operated in a village. By the great legislative acts, this board was given a special power. The power of policy creation and maintenance. It was a great responsibility as this was to protect all of the village’s children. There were 7 elected TRUSTees to fulfill this great duty.
One day, on October 26th, 2021. A commoner approached these TRUSTees. She was tired from her journey. Bruised and carrying a heavy load. She requested a policy amendment to match the declarations of law from the OIPC and the BC Supreme Court to keep treasured documents belonging to her daughter and other children protected. The TRUSTees said they would do no such things, at this time. Many days passed. Fall turned into winter, winter into spring and soon spring into summer.
The weathered traveler continued on her journey. Knocking on the doors of government officials looking for help. While they acknowledged the gap in the policy, they said “work with the board”. Each door that was knocked on was swiftly closed. While one still hopefully remains open…. the door is very hard to reach. The special Ombudsperson key sometimes needs to be used, to open the secret passage across the treacherous waters.
224 days and nights passed.
The Knight at the Administrative Tribunal ruled that the employee of the village did not foul in misplacing the notes. For the counselling notes were misplaced not due to her. A marked departure did not occur. The mystery of the mystical disappearance continues.
The traveler embodied the meaning of haste and rode through the night to reach the Guards of Privacy, where a partial discovery was revealed only after a file number was created.
An application was made to the Tribunal of Elves. Still, the wheels of time could not be undone.
With a simple fixable solution, the common traveler approached the TRUSTees many times over the course of her journey carrying the declarations of law. Nothing seemed to work. Yet still…the TRUSTees didn’t waver. The fortress stood strong. The surrounding brick wall, remained in place. The drawbridge over the moat was locked shut. The common traveler knew she would need to give up her voice, if she wanted legs.
The commoner was too common for the TRUSTees. They knew she couldn’t do anything about it, and so the powerless weathered traveler sat slumped outside their door and decided to wait and regain her strength. For there is to be a great event coming up. An adversarial duel. A 10-day festival of truth. She may be without a magical wand now, but change is inevitable.