Accident
noun ac·ci·dent \ˈak-sə-dənt, -ˌdent; ˈaks-dənt\
: an event that is not planned or intended : an event that occurs by chance
Ahiru was an accident, something that wasn't originally intended. She knew this, yet she couldn't suppress the amount of pure joy she harboured at feeling alive. It was the kind of happiness that had her twirling around her room, singing to the birds.
She felt like a princess; she had finally unlocked her true strength inside. Maybe it was because she had someone to fight for. Envisioning him in her mind always made her squeal with affection. Was that an ink spill, too?
She refused to believe that her place in life was inferior, because she was just as good as everybody else. Drosselmeyer no longer had the power to erase his mistake. She'd just cause another spill, then another. She couldn't let a dead guy destroy her life!
She'd ruin his story. To her, this was reality.
She smiled, glancing down at her feet. The ballet shoes she wore were ordinary ballet shoes, but she felt like they could take her through anything. Her clumsy dancing only inspired her to get better. She knew if she practiced hard, she'd even rival Rue.
Now she felt like she could conquer the world. She had the strength to save everyone from their horrendous fate.
It was early in the morning, and she was singing most terribly, most likely waking her roommates and everyone in the dorms. She didn't care, because she just wanted to dance and sing and yell and prove that she was alive.
Even accidents could prevail.
Hearing an angry shout, she gravitated toward the window, looking down to see Mr. Cat hissing at her angrily.
"You'd better be quiet, or I'll have you marry me!"
Just a short piece I wrote after watching a sad movie. I was given the prompt ink spill.
Have a wonderful weekend!
