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Soon imagination becomes reality. It is the foremost rule. The rule that she learned. We imagine. People do not imagine when they are happy. When the world is kind and gentle, people have no need to create a new one. But her world has been cruel. And things have happened to her. Things that should never have happened. Things that a child should not have to see.
A child should not have to see death. They are young. They are pure. The world can be anything they desire. But this person saw death in its masses. Bodies upon bodies. Imagination seeped in. Flying in a place far away. Free and beautiful. And the horror that her eyes beheld, was no longer real. The imagination became real. The beauty of ignorance became real.
It has been years. So many years. Who remembers what happened ten years ago? Everything. From the Suns position in the sky when she woke up, to the clothes she slipped on in the dark of night. The ships coming down from the sky. The fire. The explosions. The death of her parents as she watched. Blood. She had never seen blood spatter like it did that night.
Some things do not sink in immediately. She was so protected, above all the darkness in the world, in her home. Her happy child hood, her innocent youth. This challenged everything. To acknowledge, would be to accept. To accept would be to render her soul powerless to fight back. So she denied it. And she carried on denying it right up until the moment that the Titan came. Then denying was no longer an option. The choice was Join or Die. She didn't want to die. So she took his offer, forsook her identity, committed atrocities which once had been nothing but printed notes in History books. She lost her way. But she never forgave. And she never forgot, the days long lost. This woman's name is Gamora. This is the story of her fight.