I had never thought myself deserving of the fate that I received. I was but five years old when I had been taken from my parents – not only that, but they were forced to forget that I'd ever existed; my parents as well as anyone who had met me, or even heard about me. Five years was all I had lived before I was wiped from existence.
Shortly after, my father was murdered by the very women I so detested. I was forced to watch through a looking glass as my grandmother ripped his beating heart from his chest and crushed it into dust while my mother pleaded for his life. I wish I could have seen her beg for my life like that.
I wasn't sure what I had done to deserve this punishment, but years later I discovered that it was simply for being. I hadn't been a part of my grandmother's plan, an unexpected plot twist if you will, and instead of killing me like she initially planned she decided to subject me to a fate worse than death: being forgotten.
I was but five years old when I re-wrote my future. I was going to kill my grandmother: Cora – The Queen of Hearts.