Oneshots

Recovery

Notes: Fluff, sibling bonding, recovering, meantions of trauma?, hurt/comfort.

Please enjoy! I had this idea for a few days now. It's a few of my OC's, which is set in a world their own. I love them so much!

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Mudra could only stare helplessly at her lost sister, who lied motionless on a soft bed of grass. She'd found her like this, with Anjal at her side. The latter had exclaimed that 'She'd become herself again! The monster is finally gone! She has been freed!', but she doubted it. How could h̷e̷r̷ ̷s̷i̷s̷t̷e̷r̷ someone she l̷o̷v̷e̷d̷ hated, just go back to their old, weak self after supposedly being dead for hundreds of years? 

A̷l̷t̷h̷o̷u̷g̷h̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷ ̷w̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷r̷a̷t̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷d̷i̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷a̷n̷ ̷a̷d̷m̷i̷t̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷o̷u̷g̷h̷t̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷s̷i̷s̷t̷e̷r̷,̷ ̷t̷r̷a̷p̷p̷e̷d̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷m̷i̷s̷e̷r̷a̷b̷l̷e̷ ̷b̷y̷ ̷t̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷h̷o̷r̷r̷i̷b̷l̷e̷ ̷m̷o̷n̷s̷t̷e̷r̷ f̷o̷r̷ ̷s̷o̷ ̷l̷o̷n̷g̷ ̷t̷e̷r̷r̷i̷f̷i̷e̷d̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷,̷ m̷a̷k̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷s̷o̷u̷l̷ ̷d̷r̷o̷p̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷a̷ ̷w̷a̷y̷ ̷o̷n̷e̷ ̷w̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷e̷x̷p̷e̷c̷t̷ ̷i̷t̷ ̷w̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷n̷e̷v̷e̷r̷ ̷r̷i̷s̷e̷ ̷u̷p̷ ̷a̷g̷a̷i̷n̷,̷ she thought it must be a trap. To lure her and her little ally in. To finish them off, finally get rid of the only forces that are trying to stop her ultimate destruction of humanity as we know it. 

...

It must be, right?

But the mere condition that she saw one of her own blood in, was making her doubt herself.

...

..Maybe she should give this a shot.

~1-2 Months Pass.

She coughed up blood, trembling and weak on her knees, as her sister sat her up, rubbing her back in a comforting manner she thought she would never experience again. 

It all hurt so, so much. 

Even trying to move her limbs, at first, was quite challenging. 

All this new change was so, so confusing.

But, she had someone.

She has a new family she could count on.

This entire ordeal of her suddenly being in control was rather sudden, and overwhelming. Hundreds of years of watching your own body commit mass genocides was not fun. It would take a long, long time to get used to this new change. But, as she looked at her sister behind her, and her newfound partner both looking at her with the most loving and comforting looks in their eyes, she knew, that somehow, she would be just fine, and that she would never be alone again.