Writing Practice

23

Pain, something she had become very familiar with. Since she was born she was a beast, a monster. A horrible, disgusting, beast.

And yet this archon, this being granted power by celestia didn't treat her like the village people. She didn't outcast Anna and tell her to die. To perish. No, she told Anna everything they had said she wasn't. They told her again and again she was beautiful, a masterpiece, a brilliant and smart warrior. And that Anna became. With the archon's help she found her place in society, among the people who helped the archon's nation, right alongside the archon herself. She was a smart, formal, calculated advisor and a beast on the battlefield, a work of art not to be touched.

Everything was perfect. Everything was fine.

Until they ruined it. Ruined it with their greed and bloodshed. Just like the villagers, the world was never kind to her. No, it'd make her watch was Liyue fell apart and into Morax's hands.

She refused to accept that, showing the world that she was a monster. That she was a beast. She wasn't some prissy noble sitting on her husband's lap, she didn't even have a husband. They wanted to be cruel? She could be just as cruel back then! Yet, like it was with every monster, there was those who wanted to kill it or tame it. Tame it like a stray cat. There was a difference however, the cat needed it. Add to the fact it wasn't a person. A person who would rip them limb from limb from muscle to bone to pieces of bone with messy tethered flesh.

The village wanted her to burn, to die in a pit of fire. Those who wanted her dead tried everything, slow to fast. Stabbing once, or over and over again as she held back her cries of pain. They already got to see her tears, her weakness, they didn't need much more than that. No those bastards deserved nothing. They didn't deserve one bit of Anna. All they deserve was to be ripped and cut into as many pieces as possible.

Those who wanted to tame her weren't better. They didn't want to save her, she was already saved. They didn't want to help her, she didn't need that. They wanted to touch her. To touch her thighs and listen to her cry as she plead for them to stop. For them to get their filthy hands off of her. They wanted to watch as she glared them like the beast she was, hissing in pain as the torture slowly started to become unbearable. She wouldn't give them her death, she'd survive to rip them into pieces. She'd conquer them like they destroyed her. Like they destroyed her archon. Like they destroyed her archon's beloved friend. Like how they ruined EVERYTHING.

The archon was devastated by the disappearance of her friend, worried for Anna she suggested Anna flee. Anna resisted, not wanting to give up. She knew it was a losing battle, with no chance of winning but Anna would rather fight til the end then give up. But the archon insisted, knowing the pain and suffering the war had given Anna. She could only take so much of the torture before she'd really become the monster she once said would never be her.

So she left, and the war continued without her. Horrible people died, innocent people died, people died. Adeptus died. Archons died. Formal had become long forgotten to Anna, but the pain and suffering did not. Not as long as her archon hid in the mountains of Liyue and her friend hid in the snowy forests of Sneznaya.