They lit my town on fire, killing those I loved. I'll do whatever it takes to get revenge. They cannot get away with this. My mother raised me to stand up and do what is right. This may not be what she had in mind, but I will do what she taught. What better way to honor her memory? My brother taught me to never show weakness, to never show pain, because it will inevitably be your demise. My sister taught me the finer points of manipulation and lies. Align your feelings with your words, and make it as true as possible. That will just make it hurt more. And my dad taught me to shoot.
My fingers brush the grip of my bow as I tremble with the memories of my town. The baker and his wife, who always gave me the leftover pastries at day's end. The blacksmith, who let me hide in his forge on particularly bad nights. The physician who slipped me medicine when I couldn't get the money to pay for it. All of these kind, innocent people, cruelly murdered and torn down by the queen's soldiers, and her lust for power.
I will track each and everyone of them down until they have all seen what I can do, and then I will make them watch their world burn at their feet, knowing that there is nothing they can do.
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World On Fire
RandomThis is fully a work in progress. I'm not quite sure where it will end up, but currently the working plot is about a girl whose world gets burned in front of her and her quest for revenge. Along the way she'll make quite a few discoveries about who...
