"2 pm... crying my face again...hah ha...I'm so ridiculously annoying...This is not the way", mumbling to herself was a bruised black haired girl all curled up alone. Her face continuously damp with her ever-flowing tears, blood red lips formed from biting, a face scrunched up in pain. She smiled ever so cruelly as she abused herself with those thoughts again and again, never caring her very own continuous tears, silent pleas and gasping. She both a villain and a victim, yet she only showed her villain side to those villagers.
She is used to continuously hope for a hero to save her from her distress, but now she's just hoping for some sort of hero to slaughter and save her from herself. 'Help, someone...don't wanna live', 'Even a self-righteous fool would do, just kill me for "justice" haha lol', her abusive thoughts had finally toned down to only her own pleas of death and ridicule. She had planned to continue to act as the villainess for life, as the evil ice queen, all this in order to complete her goal and finally rest in peace.
If it wasn't for that dreadful curse cast upon her by her own hateful sister, she would've killed herself ages ago. The villagers in her kingdom don't know her past in the palace tower, but the few people who escaped do had only scorned her and thought she finally broke. She knew that the readers of her tale may not understand but she can't help it.
'Sorry readers of my fate, I just want my plan to work out. I give up on happiness, so at least give me my peaceful death. I'm sorry...'
Why wouldn't she want to die? Her parents abandoned her, locked her up in a literal tower! Her sister, full of jealousy for no goddamn reason, had tortured her mentally and physically. The cruel creature abused her and punished her in twisted delight, even casting a spell to make sure she couldn't committing suicide. 'All this to keep me from ruining her twisted sense of fun', Sylvia once more felt a pang and emptiness . As if her distress isn't enough, the world continued to give her hurdles and pain.
'It's as if some cruel deity really had a grudge on her'. A/N...I feel so guilty.
Her fiancé, the hero she hoped for, broke the engagement & her ever so "loyal" maids and servants mocked and bullied her. Every little and big things added together to make her already miserable life a downright total miserable tragedy. She was so so tired, every day made her more suicidal and more hopeless about happiness. Now she no longer expected happiness, she no longer hoped for it.
Her heart felt empty, her body tired, she was listless; weary in both body and soul. Her pain and troubles continued, and she never found release. That was, until she found ...a book. Her beloved fate changing book that she still kept today, underneath her pillow. The book showed her a fairytale of how a hero turned up to save a princess, a village and defeated the evil demon queen. She was different from the villager girls: she didn't dream of being a saved princess but instead dreamt of being the evil queen. To have a sad revenge, revolt against her sad life and die. The page of the dead demon queen caused inspiration to struck the scarred princess as she figured out, the way to end all this pain.
'If no one knows about the broken princess in distress, then why don't I become an evil queen spreading tyranny all over my kingdom'. She decide to become evil. An evil queen despised by all, a goal for aspiring heroes to kill and complete their quest. Hypocrites—ahh heroes, were more interesting in killing an evil entity than saving an abused princess.
Remembering her goal, she snapped out of her thoughts. She tried to stop herself from gasping and crying in her own mental pain, an evil queen wouldn't cry or be in pain. 'I'm supposed to be heartless'. Full of resolution she turned around and looked forward. As she opened her curtains and windows with determined eyes, a shocked expression suddenly emerged on her face. Outside her window was the moon shining ever so brilliantly, stunning her. After years of closing herself in the dark at night, she finally had the guts to look outside at the ever so brilliant moon from her bedroom.
'It's been so long', from the moment she received the new bedroom away from the tower until now, her curtains have remained closed. Her eyes glisten as she determinedly stared out. Staring at the greenery from her window, she calmed herself down, and only then did she snap out of her self-pity illusion. She had just redetermine her aspirations of death and taken in the fact that the once bold bright afternoon sun had now became the cold calm gentle moon. She was a bit surprised, but really couldn't really care less. Time had never ran through her, and she could never tell how long or short time went by anyways. It may sound like a disadvantage but it was a defence mechanism that helped her cope, although she still wanted to die. Her unbothered self just decided to continue staring at the moon, as her self abusive thoughts had also finally stopped. A very comforting feeling; as she stared at the moon she felt peace.
The so called evil ice queen just continued to stare at the moon, feeling peaceful yet melancholic, and for once she fell into a nice deep sleep.
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-She had a sweet dream of the past, from when she was still the bright princess, happy with her family, friends, and servants. However that sweet dream suddenly turned worse, into a nightmare. Horrible -
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The pitiful EVIL ice queen.
FantasyAn evil queen, her own ideal. She gave up being a pitiful princess who was mocked by both her sister and servants. She was tired of waiting for a prince to save her like in the stories. With no choice but to protect herself, she began to become an e...
