Sabriel
Saidi
Malandra
Aglæca
(i call this little series of daily writing whatevers 'Crowns')
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What did Malandra mean again? Saviour of mankind? A very common misconception, but still a no. Malandra was a combonation name. It meant dark, it meant evil, and it meant saviour of mankind. This name meant 'evil saviour of mankind'. But that was so contradicting... How could someone evil be a saviour?
It was so frustrating. It left me with the worst kind of wonder. This name I was given... I hated it. It hurt to think any about myself.
I was made, unlike most. I was mot, not ever, born. I am not a robot, not an android. I am a human, crafted by the gods to fulfill an unknown purpose. I am the genetical daughter of the prohpetess Pandora. I am to protect the gods' hero, Sabriel, on their journey. At least I thought.
But here I am, brought to an choice that is not a choice at all.
'State your persona.' Said the cold, robotic voice.
'I know not mine.'I had simply replied.
No response, and I was waiting. Gods, I was always waiting. Waiting to be birthed. Waiting to battle. Waiting to defend. But then it went black.
I never imagined I would be in such a place. My eyes would not work. I knew there were lights on. My eyes were unobscured. But I still saw nothing. I could sense they were close.
"Your name is Aglæca. You are the enforcer of differences. You plan to destroy the gods. Your main goal is to create a free world, where humans may destroy themselves, and drag those you deem 'beyond human' to a place created by you."
"Yer pracacally a robot, y'know... It makes me p'etty sad."
"It makes me mad that you would insult me. I am no robot. I am a crafted human."
"I... I see. So ya really ha'e'n't a personality."
"I have determination. I am to fulfill my purpose and die for the gods. Just like any other hero."
"Ya know, you don' hafta be 'any othe' hero'. You can be a diffent kind... I could give ya a personality. I wanta. It seems ta me t'at you don't hate my cause, li' everyone else. Ya spoke o' i' neutrally. E'en... Aprovingly."
"Your cause is noble, but not needed. I cannot abandon my cause. I am not allowed."
"What if ya could?"
"... I... I would abandon it all. I dislike this cause."
"You can. C'mon."
I feel most selfish. I feel awful. But, at the same time, I regret none of it.
I'm sorry, Sabriel. This cause has no place left for me.
