Forgeting And Forgiving (Nimona)

part 18

Nimona woke up to a white void. Everything was so foggy.
What had happened while she was asleep.
Then she remembered.

Both the other kingdoms armies were coming for them. The first smaller one must hav been a decoy.

"Evelyn! Sydney! Boss!"

Nothing.

"Where the hell am I?"

Still nothing.

Nimona turned around to see a painting. Just a painting with a black frame. And at the top looked like two white dots as if eyes. Nimona walked towards the painting, glad there was some transparent solid ground.

She looked around the painting, it had two sides.

One seemed like three kids, with pink, blue, and purple hair and eyes.
There was also and adult. She had peach color hair and eyes.
She must have been Kiakia. And the rest must have been her, Evelyn, and Sydney.

The other side was war. The peach colored woman lying on the ground, fading away. Next to her sat the girl with purple hair. Her head down, no sight of expression on her face, because her face was shadowed by blackness.

Then there was the turquoise kid, protecting the,

Pink haired girl.

She had blood dripping from her stomach. They must have missed her heart.

They, were the humans with lit torches and spears, instead of pitchforks. They must have wanted them all dead.

Nimona understood now.

What happened to Kiakia.
Why Evelyn hates people so much.
Why she and Sydney weren't ready to talk about it.
Where the war really started.
She touched the painting, The side of war.
Then she woke up.

The barn was on fire, Evelyn and Sydney were on the ground, blood dripping from their bodies.

Evelyn was bleeding from the worst place possible. Her chest.

The adults were holding their swords, Ambrosius must have insisted they brought them before the came looking for Nimona.

They were fighting guards. But they seemed outnumbered.

Every person Nimona has cared for that hasn't betrayed her, hurt her, or at least apologized afterwards, was here, hurting. Because people hated what was different.

Nimona was laying on the ground. She couldn't get up.
She watched as her former boss yelled in pain. A sword lodged through the side of his stomach.

Nimona has had enough. It wasn't fair that everyone she loved was hurting because of these evil people.

Then it happened. She was up, she was stronger.

The was the monster..
No.

She was Nimona.