𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 wild beasts in the wind, a woman stood in the mist of all of the destruction. It wasn't her fault— wasn't her doing. None of it was, yet, she was blamed for it seeing how she was in the direct middle of it. She was blamed for many things due to the portrayal through everyone else's eyes. The way everyone else viewed of her. Some were questioning the existence of witches due to all of the destruction they created; or could.
Though, they'll never deny the Queen's abilities seeing how they'll most likely be killed on sight or other things that won't be named— yet many knew of these things; just wouldn't say.
As the woman's eyes scanned the area around her, she noticed, body by body, home by home, how everything was falling apart. Children, families, dead for something she attempted on stopping. Only her, herself, knew exactly whom was behind it all. Who had created all of this destruction; yet, every time— she's a second too late. For they, manage to escape and she to be left to face with the consequences. Therefore making her the enemy of many out there.
She was tired of it. Tired of getting blamed for things she didn't do. Actions that weren't hers. Her own. So, instead. She became the enemy everyone feared her to be.
They wanted someone to blame?
She'll give them something to properly blame her for.
Catastrophe. Rain large amounts of chaos upon them if that's what they expect. Live up to the reputation of being an enemy. The enemy not many dare call out by name.
"You want hel? I'll give you 𝖍𝖊𝖑..."
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"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦—"
— "𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗔𝗺. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁— 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙"
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