Willow grew up in a small village in a forest, in this world, humans dont exist. The dominant species in this place are known as the Millies. A strange kind that somehow made their way up the chain. However, long ago there were two villages of Milli...
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Slammed her fist on her vanity. Tears streaming from her face. It wasnt possible. It wasnt true. She was dead? This was ridiculous. Why would they... How could she.. The Milly let out a sad roar as she launched the vanity across the room she was in. The cold, dark, grey room with nothing but a couch, an armchair and a nightstand with a telephone on it. Why was life this ruthless? This was awful. "Its not fair!" She punched the wall. "Not fair, not fair, notfairnotfairnotfair!" She went on a frenzied rage, destroying everything, only leaving the nightstand with the phone, dropping onto her knees. At this point, there was a small puddle on the floor from tears. But she hated this floor. This stupid marble floor. These stupid cream walls, everything always looked the same for her. Everything being destroyed actually made it look better. Added a change in scenery for her. Why. Why, why, why. Why me? She thought, rivers still down her face. The pain was unbearable, this must be what it was like. This must be it. She may not have been shot in the heart, but she felt it. She felt it just as if it had happened, to her that is.
So this must be what ot feels like. This must be how it feels to lose your child. Helpless. They would pay for this. She hated this. Suddenly, the phone rang. She stood up, walking over and picking it up. "If you're quite done with your conniption." A taunting teenage voice said on the other side of the line. "I haven't the slightest idea what your speaking of." The dark Milly wiped the remaining tears from her face, managing to get her composure back. "...Alright. Well, I heard about what happened in that battle today! How sick! I cant believe Gen's actually dead!" The teen said, seeming shocked. "Genevieve was... A great guard. And, a great daughter. She will certainly be missed." "Pft. Nah. She was annoying." The teen said. "Lolli, why have you called me? Just to flaunt my dead daughter in my face?" She asked, closing her eyes angrily. "Oh no. I need a report. Since I'm the leader in this joint, I gotta know how its going, Y'know, Garcia? Buddy?" She questioned. "The guards that returned were gravely injured, some died in the hospital.." Garcia replied. "Ah, man. Whats wrong now?" "How.. How are you doing this? Convincing families that their family members are dead, so said family members can fight a war ninety nine percent exactly of the city doesn't even know about?" Garcia questioned. "My daughter fought, for you. And you dare call her annoying." "Look, the other tribe is using soldiers ninety nine percent of THEIR town doesnt know about. I'm sure they're doing something just as douche as us. "I doubt it. They're a group of perfect angels." "Heh. They are pretty ugly." Lolli replied. "Anyway. I'm glad I can trust you. With most people, the entire world would know by now." Lolli admitted. "Glad I'm useful. Now I must go. See you tomorrow at the meeting?" "You bet!" "Sounds good. Until we meet again."
Garcia hung up the phone, turning to a picture of Genevieve. She stared at it for a moment, before practically appearing at it, picking it up and stroking her daughters smiling face. This would not go unpunished. Not if she had anything to say about it. Or do.
