LillithSilver
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Hi! Here is both the contest version and a slightly edited version with explanations of my story for the Small Writing Contest for this year's Pokecommunity get-together! You should probably read the contest version first, then the edited one. It should make things at least a bit clearer in case it was confusing. I know my writing may not be the best, but I hope it's still enjoyable!
Contest version:
Edited and explained version:
I know it's pretty edgy, but I was feeling pretty depressed around the time I write it, which is why I mostly did something to vent rather than something a bit more lighthearted. Either way, I hope you enjoyed, and congratulations to everyone who won the contest. I hope you all had as much fun as I did. : )
Contest version:
Spoiler:
Reckoning
Original fiction one-shot
[Warnings: frequent depictions of blood and some depictions violence. Hints at abuse and other manipulative behavior. Hopefully nothing overly graphic, and no graphic depictions of dead bodies, but as the main character uses blood magic please be warned if you do not like violence.]
Eonalith was tired.
She was so, so tired.
It was the kind of tired that seeped into your skull and frayed the edges of your nerves, a kind of cold, hollow feeling that left one restless and unable to move at the same time.
Not really physical or mental, but somewhere in between. That was the kind of tired Eonalith felt.
Her green and gold dress was ripped at the edges, her vibrant red hair spotted with dirt, and her pointed ears twitched at every little noise. Her feet were sore from walking for so, so long, but she kept herself walking if only for fear that she wouldn't be able to move anymore if she stopped.
Eonalith was tired. All she wanted was to go home and rest.
"Ah, but, home isn't really home anymore, is it," the elf murmured, looking down at her feet.
Right foot. Left foot. Right foot again.
She kept walking.
***
"I can't do this anymore."
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not taking your crap anymore. I'm leaving this party."
"So you're running away? Running away from your responsibility to kill the demon king? You were chosen too, you know--"
"You know that's not what I mean. I'm still going to fight the demon king, just by myself. No, what I'm running from is you, Ulysses, you and your behavior and how you've been treating me. I won't stand for it any longer, so I'm leaving and never looking back."
"You would dare leave me? I am your betrothed, your mother arranged our marriage. She gave her blessing, and that means you belong to me now. You aren't going anywhere, you're staying right here, right by my side. Come on, back me up here, Sir Grant, Lady Jasmine."
"W-well, we really wouldn't like you to leave, Eonalith..."
"You two always do as he says, don't you? You never tried to help, you always believed his words even though the evidence was right in front of you! You just turned a blind eye to how much I was suffering! So no, I don't care what you think! I'm leaving, and that's final!"
***
Eventually, Eonalith came upon a town. The residents recognized her, due to her status as one of the chosen heroes, even through all the grime upon her body. They took her in, and sat her down at a clean table in the mayor's house, fresh, streaming food in front of her.
Eonalith took a bite.
"Lady Eonalith, what happened? Where are your companions? And your hair, your dress, why are they..."
Chew. Swallow.
"They're dead."
Silence. Then the mayor spoke up.
"How'd they die? Surely, the demon king didn't..."
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
"No, he didn't."
"Then who?"
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
Eonalith smiled the most fake, unfeeling smile she had ever smiled in her entire life. Her crimson eyes glittered.
"Let me show you."
Then the mayor turned into a great, red rose, and a new layer coated Eonalith's dress, right above the older one. It looked absolutely stunning in the light.
***
"...you always treated me like some pretty face, a trophy to hang off of your shoulders! You kept messing with my mind, playing tricks on me to make me think that one thing happened when it really didn't! I was always in the wrong with you, never once was I right, and you always made me feel weak even though I was strong, still am strong, stronger than even the demon king!! But what did you always say? You said that I couldn't fight often, otherwise people would be scared of me. Well, who cares if they are? I'm strong, I'm strong, I'm strong! And you can't control me anymore! I'm not your God damn puppet anymore!! So let. Me. Be!!"
Eonalith crushed her heel into Ulysses' bloodied face once more, letting out a heated huff of air. She breathed heavily, stopping the flow of blood magic that she was channeling. Ulysses' body was mangled from the use of her magic, and in her personal opinion, rightfully so.
Grant and Jasmine looked on in horror, frozen in place by the violent outburst of magic and despair that Eonalith had shown them. The elf in question looked up at the two humans, glaring through tear-filled eyes. Gritting her teeth, Eonalith ground out her next few words as much as she could.
"Don't think you're getting away, either."
***
The bloodied Mage looked around the town, now painted a wonderful scarlet, and smiled. The world had abandoned her, ignored her suffering, and now she was getting back at it. This was only the first step to her reckoning, her final revenge against the world that betrayed her so. She summoned up her blood magic from deep within her again, causing the roses on the ground to peel themselves up and swirl around her in the air. She took a small stream of drops from one of the swirls, and fashioned it into a pointed, crimson lance. She pulled it back, taking aim at one lone straggler a few meters beyond her.
Then, she sang, and the spear launched.
***
Eonalith reached the well.
The water looked relatively clean, despite the carnage and violence that the elf had brought upon the town only a few hours before. Most of the time after that had been spent weeping.
(At the very least, she would allow herself one more bout of pity before she steeled her resolve to do what she must do.)
Now, she needed to get washed. And get clean clothes. And maybe some armor. Eonalith peeled off the formerly green and gold dress, now only colored like a rose, and took off her brown boots. The boots would be salvageable. The dress would not.
After washing, Eonalith searched the empty, empty town for a few dresses. She found some clean ones, as well as a new pack, some rations, and water jugs, which she refilled at the well. The elf then came to the blacksmith's shop, and took a few daggers, some chainmail under armor, two pauldrons, a bow and a few arrows to go along with the bow.
Eonalith took the fletcher's tools as well, as she had learned how to when she still lived in her home village, but had to give it up when her mother sold her off to that man. She pushed down a feeling of disgust and continued on with her search for supplies.
Once she was done, Eonalith looked around the town once more, all rose-splattered and quiet, and bid it goodbye.
She never looked back as she left.
Original fiction one-shot
[Warnings: frequent depictions of blood and some depictions violence. Hints at abuse and other manipulative behavior. Hopefully nothing overly graphic, and no graphic depictions of dead bodies, but as the main character uses blood magic please be warned if you do not like violence.]
Eonalith was tired.
She was so, so tired.
It was the kind of tired that seeped into your skull and frayed the edges of your nerves, a kind of cold, hollow feeling that left one restless and unable to move at the same time.
Not really physical or mental, but somewhere in between. That was the kind of tired Eonalith felt.
Her green and gold dress was ripped at the edges, her vibrant red hair spotted with dirt, and her pointed ears twitched at every little noise. Her feet were sore from walking for so, so long, but she kept herself walking if only for fear that she wouldn't be able to move anymore if she stopped.
Eonalith was tired. All she wanted was to go home and rest.
"Ah, but, home isn't really home anymore, is it," the elf murmured, looking down at her feet.
Right foot. Left foot. Right foot again.
She kept walking.
***
"I can't do this anymore."
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not taking your crap anymore. I'm leaving this party."
"So you're running away? Running away from your responsibility to kill the demon king? You were chosen too, you know--"
"You know that's not what I mean. I'm still going to fight the demon king, just by myself. No, what I'm running from is you, Ulysses, you and your behavior and how you've been treating me. I won't stand for it any longer, so I'm leaving and never looking back."
"You would dare leave me? I am your betrothed, your mother arranged our marriage. She gave her blessing, and that means you belong to me now. You aren't going anywhere, you're staying right here, right by my side. Come on, back me up here, Sir Grant, Lady Jasmine."
"W-well, we really wouldn't like you to leave, Eonalith..."
"You two always do as he says, don't you? You never tried to help, you always believed his words even though the evidence was right in front of you! You just turned a blind eye to how much I was suffering! So no, I don't care what you think! I'm leaving, and that's final!"
***
Eventually, Eonalith came upon a town. The residents recognized her, due to her status as one of the chosen heroes, even through all the grime upon her body. They took her in, and sat her down at a clean table in the mayor's house, fresh, streaming food in front of her.
Eonalith took a bite.
"Lady Eonalith, what happened? Where are your companions? And your hair, your dress, why are they..."
Chew. Swallow.
"They're dead."
Silence. Then the mayor spoke up.
"How'd they die? Surely, the demon king didn't..."
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
"No, he didn't."
"Then who?"
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
Eonalith smiled the most fake, unfeeling smile she had ever smiled in her entire life. Her crimson eyes glittered.
"Let me show you."
Then the mayor turned into a great, red rose, and a new layer coated Eonalith's dress, right above the older one. It looked absolutely stunning in the light.
***
"...you always treated me like some pretty face, a trophy to hang off of your shoulders! You kept messing with my mind, playing tricks on me to make me think that one thing happened when it really didn't! I was always in the wrong with you, never once was I right, and you always made me feel weak even though I was strong, still am strong, stronger than even the demon king!! But what did you always say? You said that I couldn't fight often, otherwise people would be scared of me. Well, who cares if they are? I'm strong, I'm strong, I'm strong! And you can't control me anymore! I'm not your God damn puppet anymore!! So let. Me. Be!!"
Eonalith crushed her heel into Ulysses' bloodied face once more, letting out a heated huff of air. She breathed heavily, stopping the flow of blood magic that she was channeling. Ulysses' body was mangled from the use of her magic, and in her personal opinion, rightfully so.
Grant and Jasmine looked on in horror, frozen in place by the violent outburst of magic and despair that Eonalith had shown them. The elf in question looked up at the two humans, glaring through tear-filled eyes. Gritting her teeth, Eonalith ground out her next few words as much as she could.
"Don't think you're getting away, either."
***
The bloodied Mage looked around the town, now painted a wonderful scarlet, and smiled. The world had abandoned her, ignored her suffering, and now she was getting back at it. This was only the first step to her reckoning, her final revenge against the world that betrayed her so. She summoned up her blood magic from deep within her again, causing the roses on the ground to peel themselves up and swirl around her in the air. She took a small stream of drops from one of the swirls, and fashioned it into a pointed, crimson lance. She pulled it back, taking aim at one lone straggler a few meters beyond her.
Then, she sang, and the spear launched.
***
Eonalith reached the well.
The water looked relatively clean, despite the carnage and violence that the elf had brought upon the town only a few hours before. Most of the time after that had been spent weeping.
(At the very least, she would allow herself one more bout of pity before she steeled her resolve to do what she must do.)
Now, she needed to get washed. And get clean clothes. And maybe some armor. Eonalith peeled off the formerly green and gold dress, now only colored like a rose, and took off her brown boots. The boots would be salvageable. The dress would not.
After washing, Eonalith searched the empty, empty town for a few dresses. She found some clean ones, as well as a new pack, some rations, and water jugs, which she refilled at the well. The elf then came to the blacksmith's shop, and took a few daggers, some chainmail under armor, two pauldrons, a bow and a few arrows to go along with the bow.
Eonalith took the fletcher's tools as well, as she had learned how to when she still lived in her home village, but had to give it up when her mother sold her off to that man. She pushed down a feeling of disgust and continued on with her search for supplies.
Once she was done, Eonalith looked around the town once more, all rose-splattered and quiet, and bid it goodbye.
She never looked back as she left.
Edited and explained version:
Spoiler:
Reckoning
Original fiction one-shot
[Warnings: frequent depictions of blood and some depictions violence. Hints at abuse and other manipulative behavior. Hopefully nothing overly graphic, and no graphic depictions of dead bodies, but as the main character uses blood magic please be warned if you do not like violence.]
Eonalith was tired.
She was so, so tired.
It was the kind of tired that seeped into your skull and frayed the edges of your nerves, a kind of cold, hollow feeling that left one restless and unable to move at the same time.
Not really physical or mental, but somewhere in between. That was the kind of tired Eonalith felt.
Her green and gold dress was ripped at the edges, her vibrant red hair spotted with dirt, and her pointed ears twitched at every little noise. Her feet were sore from walking for so, so long, but she kept herself walking if only for fear that she wouldn't be able to move anymore if she stopped.
Eonalith was tired. All she wanted was to go home and rest.
"Ah, but, home isn't really home anymore, is it," the elf murmured, looking down at her feet.
Right foot. Left foot. Right foot again.
She kept walking.
***
"I can't do this anymore," Eonalith stated to Ulysses one day.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" The knight said, turning to the elf Mage.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not taking your crap anymore. I'm leaving this party."
Ulysses started to get angry at her words, face contorting in rage. "So you're running away? Running away from your responsibility to kill the demon king? You were chosen too, you know--"
Eonalith stopped him right there. "You know that's not what I mean. I'm still going to fight the demon king, just by myself. No, what I'm running from is you, Ulysses, you and your behavior and how you've been treating me. I won't stand for it any longer, so I'm leaving and never looking back."
The knight snorted. "You would dare leave me? I am your betrothed, your mother arranged our marriage. She gave her blessing, and that means you belong to me now. You aren't going anywhere, you're staying right here, right by my side. Come on, back me up here, Sir Grant, Lady Jasmine."
Lady Jasmine was the one to speak up, stammering a bit as she weakly voice support to Ulysses. "W-well, we really wouldn't like you to leave, Eonalith..."
Eonalith growled, a familiar heat starting to run through her veins. "You two always do as he says, don't you? You never tried to help, you always believed his words even though the evidence was right in front of you! You just turned a blind eye to how much I was suffering! So no, I don't care what you think! I'm leaving, and that's final!"
***
Eventually, Eonalith came upon a town. The residents recognized her, due to her status as one of the Chosen Heroes, even through all the grime upon her body. They took her in, and sat her down at a clean table in the mayor's house, fresh, streaming food in front of her.
Eonalith took a bite.
"Lady Eonalith, what happened? Where are your companions? And your hair, your dress, why are they..."
Chew. Swallow.
"They're dead."
Silence. Then the mayor spoke up.
"How'd they die? Surely, the demon king didn't..."
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
"No, he didn't."
"Then who?"
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
Eonalith smiled the most fake, unfeeling smile she had ever smiled in her entire life. Her crimson eyes glittered.
"Let me show you."
Then the mayor turned into a great, red rose, and a new layer coated Eonalith's dress, right above the older one. It looked absolutely stunning in the light.
***
"...you always treated me like some pretty face, a trophy to hang off of your shoulders! You kept messing with my mind, playing tricks on me to make me think that one thing happened when it really didn't! I was always in the wrong with you, never once was I right, and you always made me feel weak even though I was strong, still am strong, stronger than even the demon king!! But what did you always say? You said that I couldn't fight often, otherwise people would be scared of me. Well, who cares if they are? I'm strong, I'm strong, I'm strong! And you can't control me anymore! I'm not your God damn puppet anymore!! So let. Me. Be!!"
Eonalith crushed her heel into Ulysses' bloodied face once more, letting out a heated huff of air. She breathed heavily, stopping the hot flow of blood magic that she was channeling. Ulysses' body was mangled from the use of her only form of magic, and in her personal opinion rightfully so.
Grant and Jasmine looked on in horror, frozen in place by the violent outburst of magic and despair that Eonalith had shown them. The elf in question looked up at the two humans, glaring through tear-filled eyes. Gritting her teeth, Eonalith ground out her next few words as much as she could.
"Don't think you're getting away, either."
***
The bloodied Mage looked around the town, now painted a wonderful scarlet, and smiled. The world had abandoned her, ignored her suffering, and now she was getting back at it. This was only the first step to her reckoning, her final revenge against the world that betrayed her so. The world that abandoned her for so many years, feeding into her despair and preventing her from having a voice of her own, would finally pay the price.
She summoned up her blood magic from deep within her again, causing the roses on the ground to peel themselves up and swirl around her in the air. She took a small stream of drops from one of the swirls, and fashioned it into a pointed, crimson lance. She pulled it back, taking aim at one lone straggler a few meters beyond her.
Then, she sang, and the spear launched.
***
Eonalith reached the well.
The water looked relatively clean, despite the carnage and violence that the elf had brought upon the town only a few hours before. Most of the time after that had been spent weeping.
(At the very least, she would allow herself one more bout of pity before she steeled her resolve to do what she must do.)
Now, she needed to get washed. And get clean clothes. And maybe some armor. Eonalith peeled off the formerly green and gold dress, now only colored like a rose, and took off her brown boots. The boots would be salvageable. The dress would not.
After washing, Eonalith searched the empty, empty town for a few dresses. She found some clean ones, as well as a new pack, some rations, and water jugs, which she refilled at the well. The elf then came to the blacksmith's shop, and took a few daggers, some chainmail under armor, two pauldrons, a bow and a few arrows to go along with the bow.
Eonalith took the fletcher's tools as well, as she had learned how to when she still lived in her home village, but had to give it up when her mother sold her off to that man. She pushed down a feeling of disgust and continued on with her search for supplies.
Once she was done, Eonalith looked around the town once more, all rose-splattered and quiet, and bid it goodbye.
She never looked back as she left.
---
Explanation:
This piece was mostly a vent piece, based off of an idea I had to sort of come to terms with something that happened to me a long time ago. Of course, it is very, very loosely based off of that event, and therefore you probably shouldn't look to hard into it for what it could have been.
Anyway, the gist of the story is this:
For several years, Eonalith the blood Mage had been treated really horribly by a man that she had been engaged to by her mother, as part of an agreement to let her go fight with the other "Chosen Heroes" against the demon king. It's kind of a typical JRPG setting, but then Eonalith, broken and full of despair at her situation where she had been unable to get help from either the other two members of her party or outside forces, decides to leave the party. Ulysses (her fiancé) tries to prevent her using his usual manipulations, but she ends up killing him with her magic in a outburst due to all of her bottled up feelings being released. She kills the other two members of her party, and then begins a Roaring Rampage of Revenge in an attempt to lash out against the world for making her suffer.
I apologize that it wasn't very clear, I came to the contest late and started writing my piece late, so I didn't have much time to exactly flesh out my idea as much as I wanted to. Plus the extension happened while I was asleep, hahaha. Either way, I hope my explanation made everything a little clearer to those who didn't get it the first time. Again, I was not writing to win, but rather because I felt that I wanted to. : )
Original fiction one-shot
[Warnings: frequent depictions of blood and some depictions violence. Hints at abuse and other manipulative behavior. Hopefully nothing overly graphic, and no graphic depictions of dead bodies, but as the main character uses blood magic please be warned if you do not like violence.]
Eonalith was tired.
She was so, so tired.
It was the kind of tired that seeped into your skull and frayed the edges of your nerves, a kind of cold, hollow feeling that left one restless and unable to move at the same time.
Not really physical or mental, but somewhere in between. That was the kind of tired Eonalith felt.
Her green and gold dress was ripped at the edges, her vibrant red hair spotted with dirt, and her pointed ears twitched at every little noise. Her feet were sore from walking for so, so long, but she kept herself walking if only for fear that she wouldn't be able to move anymore if she stopped.
Eonalith was tired. All she wanted was to go home and rest.
"Ah, but, home isn't really home anymore, is it," the elf murmured, looking down at her feet.
Right foot. Left foot. Right foot again.
She kept walking.
***
"I can't do this anymore," Eonalith stated to Ulysses one day.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" The knight said, turning to the elf Mage.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not taking your crap anymore. I'm leaving this party."
Ulysses started to get angry at her words, face contorting in rage. "So you're running away? Running away from your responsibility to kill the demon king? You were chosen too, you know--"
Eonalith stopped him right there. "You know that's not what I mean. I'm still going to fight the demon king, just by myself. No, what I'm running from is you, Ulysses, you and your behavior and how you've been treating me. I won't stand for it any longer, so I'm leaving and never looking back."
The knight snorted. "You would dare leave me? I am your betrothed, your mother arranged our marriage. She gave her blessing, and that means you belong to me now. You aren't going anywhere, you're staying right here, right by my side. Come on, back me up here, Sir Grant, Lady Jasmine."
Lady Jasmine was the one to speak up, stammering a bit as she weakly voice support to Ulysses. "W-well, we really wouldn't like you to leave, Eonalith..."
Eonalith growled, a familiar heat starting to run through her veins. "You two always do as he says, don't you? You never tried to help, you always believed his words even though the evidence was right in front of you! You just turned a blind eye to how much I was suffering! So no, I don't care what you think! I'm leaving, and that's final!"
***
Eventually, Eonalith came upon a town. The residents recognized her, due to her status as one of the Chosen Heroes, even through all the grime upon her body. They took her in, and sat her down at a clean table in the mayor's house, fresh, streaming food in front of her.
Eonalith took a bite.
"Lady Eonalith, what happened? Where are your companions? And your hair, your dress, why are they..."
Chew. Swallow.
"They're dead."
Silence. Then the mayor spoke up.
"How'd they die? Surely, the demon king didn't..."
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
"No, he didn't."
"Then who?"
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
Eonalith smiled the most fake, unfeeling smile she had ever smiled in her entire life. Her crimson eyes glittered.
"Let me show you."
Then the mayor turned into a great, red rose, and a new layer coated Eonalith's dress, right above the older one. It looked absolutely stunning in the light.
***
"...you always treated me like some pretty face, a trophy to hang off of your shoulders! You kept messing with my mind, playing tricks on me to make me think that one thing happened when it really didn't! I was always in the wrong with you, never once was I right, and you always made me feel weak even though I was strong, still am strong, stronger than even the demon king!! But what did you always say? You said that I couldn't fight often, otherwise people would be scared of me. Well, who cares if they are? I'm strong, I'm strong, I'm strong! And you can't control me anymore! I'm not your God damn puppet anymore!! So let. Me. Be!!"
Eonalith crushed her heel into Ulysses' bloodied face once more, letting out a heated huff of air. She breathed heavily, stopping the hot flow of blood magic that she was channeling. Ulysses' body was mangled from the use of her only form of magic, and in her personal opinion rightfully so.
Grant and Jasmine looked on in horror, frozen in place by the violent outburst of magic and despair that Eonalith had shown them. The elf in question looked up at the two humans, glaring through tear-filled eyes. Gritting her teeth, Eonalith ground out her next few words as much as she could.
"Don't think you're getting away, either."
***
The bloodied Mage looked around the town, now painted a wonderful scarlet, and smiled. The world had abandoned her, ignored her suffering, and now she was getting back at it. This was only the first step to her reckoning, her final revenge against the world that betrayed her so. The world that abandoned her for so many years, feeding into her despair and preventing her from having a voice of her own, would finally pay the price.
She summoned up her blood magic from deep within her again, causing the roses on the ground to peel themselves up and swirl around her in the air. She took a small stream of drops from one of the swirls, and fashioned it into a pointed, crimson lance. She pulled it back, taking aim at one lone straggler a few meters beyond her.
Then, she sang, and the spear launched.
***
Eonalith reached the well.
The water looked relatively clean, despite the carnage and violence that the elf had brought upon the town only a few hours before. Most of the time after that had been spent weeping.
(At the very least, she would allow herself one more bout of pity before she steeled her resolve to do what she must do.)
Now, she needed to get washed. And get clean clothes. And maybe some armor. Eonalith peeled off the formerly green and gold dress, now only colored like a rose, and took off her brown boots. The boots would be salvageable. The dress would not.
After washing, Eonalith searched the empty, empty town for a few dresses. She found some clean ones, as well as a new pack, some rations, and water jugs, which she refilled at the well. The elf then came to the blacksmith's shop, and took a few daggers, some chainmail under armor, two pauldrons, a bow and a few arrows to go along with the bow.
Eonalith took the fletcher's tools as well, as she had learned how to when she still lived in her home village, but had to give it up when her mother sold her off to that man. She pushed down a feeling of disgust and continued on with her search for supplies.
Once she was done, Eonalith looked around the town once more, all rose-splattered and quiet, and bid it goodbye.
She never looked back as she left.
---
Explanation:
This piece was mostly a vent piece, based off of an idea I had to sort of come to terms with something that happened to me a long time ago. Of course, it is very, very loosely based off of that event, and therefore you probably shouldn't look to hard into it for what it could have been.
Anyway, the gist of the story is this:
For several years, Eonalith the blood Mage had been treated really horribly by a man that she had been engaged to by her mother, as part of an agreement to let her go fight with the other "Chosen Heroes" against the demon king. It's kind of a typical JRPG setting, but then Eonalith, broken and full of despair at her situation where she had been unable to get help from either the other two members of her party or outside forces, decides to leave the party. Ulysses (her fiancé) tries to prevent her using his usual manipulations, but she ends up killing him with her magic in a outburst due to all of her bottled up feelings being released. She kills the other two members of her party, and then begins a Roaring Rampage of Revenge in an attempt to lash out against the world for making her suffer.
I apologize that it wasn't very clear, I came to the contest late and started writing my piece late, so I didn't have much time to exactly flesh out my idea as much as I wanted to. Plus the extension happened while I was asleep, hahaha. Either way, I hope my explanation made everything a little clearer to those who didn't get it the first time. Again, I was not writing to win, but rather because I felt that I wanted to. : )
I know it's pretty edgy, but I was feeling pretty depressed around the time I write it, which is why I mostly did something to vent rather than something a bit more lighthearted. Either way, I hope you enjoyed, and congratulations to everyone who won the contest. I hope you all had as much fun as I did. : )
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