Her mother always whispered of a world much like her own, gently whispered tales of people just like her on an impossible green planet lulled her to sleep as a child, and on this curious planet was an unspoken sort of magic that couldn't be describe...
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THE SOULS TIED to the gentle energy of their homeland was a delicate matter, a piece of themselves having been made from the heavenly hands of their creator was carefully tied down to their homeland by an invisible string. To simplify her ability, Aloe had the divine means to twist and tether that string of life however she willed it. She could bring life as well as take it away. For the Earth, if she willed it, she could very well stop the beating hearts of any animal or living being whose string of life was tied down to the planet's gentle energy. Though taking such an enormous amount of life all in one moment was tricky, much more so than bringing them back.
The thought alone made her heart tremble.
Aloe kneeled before the sickening wreckage of a town, fresh ghosts of energies still warm and filled with mental anguish and pain having their lives just ripped from the physical bodies. She could feel the ghosts of their cries, the suffocating feeling of suffering dampening her skin like a hellish blanket had been thrown over her. Their souls had long since been ripped from the Earth but their ghosts of lingering energy remained.
"They were in so much pain." She seethed, the iron taste of blood filling her mouth as she bit on the inside of her cheek angrily. Her hands skimmed over the cold body of a young boy, his once vivid green eyes now a lifeless pool, his face still twisted into that of pure terror before his life had been taken so brutally.
Her blood ran cold, a heavy sense of despair spiraling deep within the pits of her stomach as the memories of her civilization falling flashed before her eyes, as if bleeding straight into the reality before her. The trauma of seeing two civilizations being torn down by pure evil was too much. First her homeland and now this?
Gohan and a few others he briefly introduced to her stood behind her kneeling form, silent as they too took in the horrifying scene of mass genocide. What was once a multitude of humble wooden structures of homes was now a mess of burning wood and falling black ash, heavy orange, and yellow flames still licking deviously at the wood that bent easily under its fiery will. What must've once been a bustling town filled with lively personalities was now eerily quiet, a heavy blanket of black smoke leached into the open air as the land below burned.
"Can you bring them back, or do we need to go search for the dragon balls?" Piccolo's gruff voice was the first to break the tense silence between their small group of now solemn individuals, his tone oddly demeaning as he turned towards her.
She dug her nails into the bandages wrapped around her palm, a wave of anger brimming at the accusation heavy in his words. She knew of the dragon balls, Gohan had once mentioned them to her when she'd asked how the world was brought back after Cell.
"Hey man, c'mon now cut her some slack, she probably doesn't know any more than we do about this guy." Krillin, a rather short guy clad in an orange top tucked into beige sweats defended her with furrowed brows, he had been amongst the group of surprised individuals who watched her as she brought Vegeta down to his knees, though at that time she'd been too upset to give him anything more than a quick smile in greeting as Vegeta ran his mouth.
