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Once upon a time, there was a happy little girl born to two loving parents.
Now, most stories like this always have a happy ending, but this isn't a fairytale. There are no princes to slay the monsters, to valiantly protect their princess from any danger.
No this is a story where the princess is a soldier who learned from a young age that who we are and who we need to be in order to survive are two very different things.
As she got older more realities hit her. She realised that war does not determine who is right, it determines who is left standing. She learned that anger is useful, wrath is powerful and rage can be devastating for surrounding people.
The princess was quick to realise there was no valiant knight in shining armour that would protect her from the world. She only had herself and she accepted that sometimes in order to defeat a monster, you had to become one yourself.
So no, there is no happy ending in this story. No brilliant climax that leads to the good guys' victory. The only thing that was left was the ashes of the world as it burned around her.
