Truly Evil

Queen Vialalin is a queen whom everyone calls evil. She agrees, and is depressed because of it. Then, something gives her a tiny bit of hope.

    I am the queen of a kingdom that hates me. Many oppose me and say I am evil. That is true. I hate to admit it. Whoever bothers me, I kill with my nearly invinceable magic. I want to stop, but I can't. Instinct drives me to do this. I wish to be defeated, but no. I can't. My advisors tell me what to do. I can't stop them. It is as if they rule this kingdom. Someday, they will go to far! They will face the wrath of Queen Vialalin! For now, I will let them be.

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    The enemy is approaching near, they are starting to gain the upper hand. I pace my room, thinking about what I should do. Shoud I defend or surrender? I do not know. My mind tells me to do neither. Attack, it says. My mind is out of control, but yet, is strong. I order my advisers to attack the enemy. I look back, now. What have I done?

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    The enemy has reached the castle. I hear fighting outside, but I will remain, locked in my room. The noises have gotten closer, right outside my door. Now, they have burst through the door. I kill them all with a single spell. I know, for certian, I am truly evil.

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    I have won, but I feel no satisfaction. Instead, I feel dread. I need to clear my thoughts. I take a walk, and if anyone disturbs me, I kill them. Pretty soon, I see no one. I sink to the ground, and start sobbing. Sobbing because of all the evil I did. Sobbing because I have lost hope. Sobbing because of the hurt I created. Then, with my sharp ears, I hear a meow, splash and footsteps running away. I run to the lake behind me, and see a thrashing bag, sinking.

    Without thinking, I dive in and grab the bag. I could've done that with magic, but my mind was confused. I swim ashore, open the bag and take out the small, unconsious kitten. I dry her off with magic, and I cradle her gently to my room, leaving many shocked people behind.

    When I am back, I get out a basket, put a few blankets inside and place the kitten inside. I decide to name her Sarvend, after my late mother. As Sarvend stirs, I order food to be brought to my room. When it arrives, Sarvends is awake, and mewling for food. I give her some of the bread and she gobbles it up. She meows for more, I laugh, and give her the rest of the food.

    As Sarvend eats, I think. Maybe there is still hope. Maybe, just maybe, I am not truly evil.

 

THE END!!

Author's Note

As always, ignore spelling errors. REVIEWWW!!!!

Reviews

[The Little Writer]

It didn't have much of an "right in the action" effect, but I liked it.

[Jessica]

The story's OK~