To think, you used to be that girl. You were the girl who seemed to live the sad life, that you needed love and pity. Now though, now all eyes are open to those lies. You weren't some sad girl in need of some love. You were manipulative, a puppet master. Tugging guys heart strings and blinding innocent minded. You were a siren, calling the foolish to give you what you desired when you deserved the home you lived in. That forsaken place. I rescued you from that place, the place not even the gods dared touched. I reached my pale hand, with blood still coursing through my veins. You grasped my wrist so I could not pull away, trying to place your curse upon my mind. Soon though once you had laid your rot kept hands upon my home, the curse lifted from my eyes. You still try though, try to blind mine eyes. You drained my families wealth, you bled my happiness dry, and now. Now I take up arms against your foul presence. I swing mine blade and point its tip at your throat and cast a cleansing on those you fool. You are that girl, which everyone hates and lays curses upon your name, and I? I will be the blade that slices your tongue out of thy mouth while I stake a cross through your chest. Though my words may bind my wrists and sentence me to my death, I will protect those whom I can and will protect all from your horrid lies. Now the walls will tumble down and your world will come crumbling down. Azha'lri Tormitei.
"Lies are the weapons of mass destruction that destroys all lives."
-Elisa Drakenhouser
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