A world divided between twelve empires, they do not know peace, they don't even look for her, peace means weakness for fools, but my grandmother likes to say that peace is the greatest strategy for the wise, who knows? I never considered myself wise anyway. Continuing where I left off, declaring peace was the same as signing the slavery of your own people, that is the reason I made the decision to kill them, surrounded by bloodthirsty enemies i knew that i had just condemned myself to death, but its okay, I was created for that, to be a martyr, and my greatest and deepest hope, was that my decision did not condemn my people either, because they are the only thing left to me, and the only reason I care about, were my mission and I swore when I was still a young girl who would fulfill my destiny. I would die for them if it meant their freedom. Born of ice, if needed to do so, I would freeze everyone's heart until it was nothing more than blood-drenched snowflakes draining out from their lifeless bodies, would know the wrath from heiress's ice of Aquarius for daring to threaten those from whom I was born to protect.
I was far from the chosen one, but I had found that it was what they had and it would be what they needed. And that was an oath of ice and blood. They would meet Aquamarie Zodiester and I would make them fear me.
Based on the 12 zodiac signs, if there was a war, who would win it? Place your bets.
I.B
Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly.
"I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation.
"And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness.
"I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again.
He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them.
"Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time.
His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words.
"Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain."
I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture.
A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle.
Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.