Electra Negativity Journal

A poem of self-reflection

A little bit after Season 6, episode 18:

Electra paced around her dorm room, the weight of her realization pressing down on her like a thunderstorm ready to break. Her breath hitched, her heart pulsing with the newfound understanding that waiting to strike wasn't just about patience—it was about strategy. The truth settled in her chest, a burning resolve.

She clenched her fists, thinking about the past two years of living with incomplete Enchantix powers. This was her third year stuck in that limbo—a fairy of reserved energy, consumed by a thirst for revenge every time she lost. She hated losing more than anything. It gnawed at her, and every defeat made her blood boil. But now, she could feel a shift inside her, like the crack of distant thunder.

I need to break this habit, she thought, her jaw tightening. Going from demanding revenge to planning it is progress, but it's not enough. I don't want to just plan revenge—I want to think about it, but not act on it. I want to love winning more than I hate losing.

Her thoughts raced as she pulled out her notebook, her fingers trembling with urgency. She grabbed her pen and sat down, the tip hovering over the page. I'll put these thoughts into a poem, she decided. Words surged through her, and she began to write, pouring her heart into every line:

"From very early on, I was trained to hate defeat
To seek revenge on enemies for when I had been beat
But when I was 20, the news I heard was bleak—
That my Enchantix powers were dangerously incomplete."

Electra paused, the memories of past failures flooding her. Every battle where she'd acted impulsively, every time she'd let her anger consume her—it all came rushing back. She exhaled sharply, pushing through the wave of emotions, and continued:

"But I had a revelation in the Legendarium world
The true meaning of waiting to strike had unfurled
It's not about waiting to achieve the highest prize
It means that I should strategize."

Her hand gripped the pen tighter as her energy surged. This wasn't just a reflection—it was a turning point. She could feel the power in her words, the shift from mindless rage to calculated strategy. The crackle of turquoise energy shimmered faintly around her fingertips as she wrote:

"And that's when it hit me; I needed a plan
True victory comes when you lend strategy a hand
From demanding revenge to planning it is a great start
But I don't want the hate of losing to dwell in my heart."

Electra's chest tightened as she thought about how far she'd come. Her hatred of losing still flickered in the background, but now it didn't control her. She could see the path forward, clearer than ever. She continued, her pen moving with purpose:

"I want to truly love to win more than I hate defeat
Then, and only then, will my Enchantix be complete
Thinking about revenge is natural, but I won't give into its lies
I won't act on it; instead, I'll strategize."

As she finished the poem, Electra leaned back, the weight of her revelation sinking in. The girl who had once been consumed by anger, driven to demand revenge at every loss, was fading. In her place was a warrior—a fairy of energy who understood the value of strategy and control.

Her complete Enchantix powers were within reach, and for the first time, she felt ready.