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AN: This is dedicated to Zelda Rules, because she sent me my 20th review ever on this site. I never thought I would get 20 reviews on this site, so it was a big deal to me. I'd also like to mention Heatqueen because she gave me the idea to actually turn this into a story. Also, this is loosely based off of the chorus of a song. I was totally blown away by the thought that "tragic" and "magic" rhyme. So, thank you to Vinkunwildflowerqueen for getting me into the artist, and Sammichbatch for sending me the song.
Three years. It takes three years for one life to completely and totally fall apart. I thought it couldn't get worse than being an enemy of Oz, but I was very wrong. Once, I had expected to be a powerful sorceress, loved by all, no longer an outcast. I don't regret that this didn't happen; I regret what happened instead. Of course I wished for a little less than our entire country to hate me, but I don't want them to like me for the wrong reasons. However, being homeless, hunted, and hated by all was not as bad as my once magical life would become.
First, there was Nessa. My sweet, perfect, beautiful baby sister. I tried to help her, and she resented it. She would still be alive if I hadn't tried to help her. Then came Boq. I still don't fully comprehend what happened to him, but he isn't human anymore. He would rather have died than live the way he does now. Deciding that after the two of them lost so much at my hands, I went back to the palace to free the Monkeys. I was going to finally do something right. And I did. I got the Monkeys their freedom back. But then I—Oz Doctor Dillamond. I don't think he remembered me at all. And that horrendible sound that came from his mouth-it was too heart shattering to bear. And Glinda. She was my best friend. She was my only friend. I will never forget the look of betrayal on her face as her fiancé left her. For me.
I don't think I ever told her how much she meant to me. Linny was the first person to acknowledge that I was someone and that I matter. And I've lost her, because I let her fiancé choose me. Then he—oh, my Oz him—he died. For me. Why the hell would he have the audacity to let himself die so I could live? It's not living without him. I can't live without him. He was the most precious thing that has ever belonged to me. And he is gone. I have nobody on my side now. I have nothing. I have no reason to try now. Nobody will ever see through what I have become. They don't care. They do not now, and they never will. They won't realize that I NEVER MEANT TO HURT ANYONE!
Just three years ago, I thought my life was going to be magical. How did it become such a tragedy?
AN: This might be an introduction to something. I'm not sure yet, as I had planned on this being it. But my editor (my uncle) said it sounded like an introduction to something longer. I'm not sure yet.