for Zarrian.
"Get outta here!"
Said her father, pointing to the door. Sixteen years was long enough a time to spend feeding the mouth of his daughter. The Emerald City was in a decline and he refused to waste money on the silly thing who's vanity got in his way. So he kicked her out. It wasn't an uncommon thing.
"No one wants you here!"
Said the old maunt at the mauntry, shooing her away. Too many sickly orphans to take care of the silly girl who needed to work. Times were too tough to take care of her. Even the charity of religon had it's limits.
"You're good for nothing!"
Said the boy who claimed to love her, pushing her down. She had thought she loved him. He would marry her, he would. They would be fine. Or so she thought until she told him her high ambitions, with her eyes flashing. There were no high hopes here.
"You'll never do anything!"
Said the voice in her head, the day she became Headmistress of Shiz University. You will be only a matron until the day you die. That was the moment when she decided nothing would ever stand in her path. She would bow to no one, and help no one, for no one had helped her. She would rise to the top.
No matter the consequence. Madame Morrible would rise to the top.