Diary Of 1000-Personas

A chapter from a book

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Resheph gazed with empty eyes out to the bench and pond that once held precious memories. A gentle breeze swept across the meticulous royal garden, barely swaying her well kept hair. Her deathly pale fingers latched onto the windowsill. She held on, as if it was one thing keeping her in this world. She stared, taking herself back. Her and her lover, holding each other as they admired the moon's reflection, both lifelong believers of the moon goddess.

They made plans for, at least, the next ten years. After conquering this disgusting, morally black royal family, they would topple the world together. Her children, they would lead happy lives, one she's never been able to give them. All of the emotions came forth at once, and her smile was genuine for the first time in hundreds of years. However.. is was all a delusion.

Resheph closed her eyes tightly. She exhaled a long, withering breathe. She clenched her hands, stabbing her nails into the palm of her balled hands. She fooled herself into believing, once again, that there was a way out. But, of course, she was wrong.

Fate is an enemy to her, but it does not lie. She was never meant to be happy, plain and simple. Her lover, who believed fate to be a sham, even she couldn't resist, no matter to number of promises... This royal family—she would kill them. Her revenge, for every life of the same torture and incessant crimes, she would kill them each. It was long ago she buried her heart for the day she would become the world's enemy... One moment did not change anything.

Resheph opened her blood red eyes, her lonely aura spun into a fiery of black and violently surged. She wiped clean her empty gaze, replacing it with a deep abyss. If one looked too deep, they'd see the resolve that momentarily wavered, sharp enough to stab anyone too close. She relaxed her body, leaning against the pillar of the balcony beside. With a glance, she could see her lover running hurriedly.

A young and beautiful blonde, with eyes like to blue sky. Her face in distress, a mixture of concern and self-hate. There was no need to wonder; she's aware of what will happen next. Her soft words that she'd used to coax Resheph not long before, surely she was saying them to herself now.. it would all be okay. Nothing would change between them. A wedding, between a princess and a prince of two kingdoms, it was normal—It wasn't her choice.

A pile of excuses, but Resheph would no longer listen. She walked with a slow gait to the balcony railing. Her elastic suit with sliver trimming sparkled slightly underneath the familiar full moon. Her lover notice the shine and looked up. Her breathe was caught in her throat, the woman standing on the balcony as alluring as the day they met. Her violent aura warning everyone- she's willing to murder. The once vague eyes looking at her with indiscernible feelings. Their eyes met; she swallowed.

A black figure emerged from the room's shadows. It's soundlessly crept behind Resheph, then kneeled. "Your Majesty, your throne in the dark forest royal castle has been prepared." She mimicked a smile, "good. I'll be leaving now." She turned around and faded into the room's shadows, the figure following.

Her lover cursed her ball dress for getting in the way, and continued her sprint to her palace. Opening the door with a resounding bang, she saw her empty bedroom. She only had one thought, knowing the deep hatred Resheph bears.

The kingdom, no; the world, is doomed.