It Starts

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Quoba watched in wonder as the gigantic root sprouted up and out of the ground.

It was the biggest form of vegetation she had been able to control yet. She rubbed her hands together in triumphant.

Just think what she could do for the defense of Nova Australis with this gift, this ancient power.

This ancient power that only she wielded. Not Marmoo, not Lady Falgha, not Darkan, not Darel...

She shook her head.

Darel? Why would she want to rival Darel? He had brought them here! He had united many people together for peace. They were dating!

Just a slip of her mind. Just a loose thought. A loose thread.

It wasn't a weed. It wasn't some evil root that would take hold in the garden of her mind, that would take it over and transplant all that was good out of the Kuli--

She was no longer Kulipari.

Quoba clutched at her chest, the hurt too much.

It wasn't anyone's fault. She had chosen to use the last of her poison to save them all.

And it wasn't like anyone abandoned her. Burnu asked her to help teach the residents of Nova Australis self-defense, Dingo visited her to no end, Pronto was always checking up on her, and Darel...

Well, as she said, they were dating.

She had peace. She had a home. She had her friends, her family, and they were safe.

She didn't need anything, not even this power.

But she wanted it.

To protect Nova Australis, if the time ever came for it, of course.

Of course. That was why Quoba was doing this. Why she had started isolating herself from her friends. Why she had locked herself away to grow her powers.

Why this, this simple root of a mighty tree, wasn't enough.

She needed an army of these at her beck and call. She need vines to reach out, trap, and choke, she needed weeds to steal all the power from the unworthy and drain them of their life.

For the protection of Nova Australis. For those she loved.

That is why she started this. That is why she would finish this.

And she would. She would finish when she had all the power she needed. All the power she wanted. To protect them.

To prove she was worthy--of her place here, of their friendship, love, and respect, to herself, of this gift.

To prove she could survive without her poison.

But she wasn't finished yet.

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