Ninjago: The Life Of Misery (Being Re-invented)

Past Lives

After remembering I rush to my dorm and slam the door shut. My back slides up against it as tears run down my face. I try to harness my emotions but I can't stop crying, I can't stop remembering. The world I had been in was always so cold. Since the day my father forced me to become a killer. A cold heartless soul who killed anyone who stood their way, that's what my real father had turned me into. A killer. A traitor. I was a monster. That's what everyone thought. They thought I was a villain, one that was ruthless and showed no mercy. I had become that and just that. Then I remember attacking the spirits. Only I had the upper hand. Soon I claimed it as mine, under my father's orders, I became a goddess, one of the most powerful beings in the universe. I could destroy villages with a flick of my finger. I could move mountains with a thought. I had become unstoppable. But like every tale I ceased to exist. But instead of saving everyone from the monster, I was the monster. And That's when I was killed, such an unstoppable being. . . dead. But not quite dead. Somehow Dr. Julian saved the small bit of me that lived. My immortality.

I sit in my room for whoever knows until I hear a knock on the door. I quickly stare at the door urging whoever is there to change their mind and leave. I hear a worried tone, It sounds a lot like a fresh guard from the training camps "I-I c-can't go in there! W-What If s-she k-kills m-m-me!" Then a harsher voice comes from down the hall "Just do it already! Or would you rather die from Heartbroken!" I smirk. They must be taking precautions if they're standing at the other end of the hall. My smile disappears. They think i'm going to explode. They think I'm some deadly weapon, well they're right. But for the fun of it I decide to blast open the door shooting the guard twenty feet away from the door as I slowly casually walk towards the other guards and I say "Tell Heartbroken that everyone's ready" and with that the guards all run trying not to get on anyones bad side. I turn and look at the guard who lays unconscious from my door. And then I remembered what It felt like to feel. . . 

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