Tragic Hero

She was the tragic hero. She was the one who could never make things right in the world, because she was the only one who ever felt pity for the bad guys. But she wasn't a tragic villain, either, because she wasn't tragic enough. She could never be a tragic villain; she wished pain upon no one. She fought on the hero side until things went wrong, then she left and flew away until they found her again and told her it was their fault they lost.

Ok, I'm sure you're all expecting something else to be updated… Like Stir. But I absolutely HAD to write this. I have the most perfect plan for it, and Starfire being the main character makes everything perfect.

This story is mainly about pity. Starfire was imprisoned and beat up and raped when she was at her home, and she never wished anyone to have to deal with what she had gone through. So, that's why she was a hero. Until she fought someone for a true reason, for hurting her, and couldn't take the fact that she had been a villain for a moment. She was the tragic hero…not the tragic villain.

Thanks so much to A B Lewis and Harry Potter Fan 1994 for the inspiration!

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They were coming….

People had been screaming it beside the doors of their homes for hours, until they were hoarse, shouting it at her father and begging him to protect them from the invasion. They all knew that, come the time, they would be completely destroyed. The Tameranians had no army to speak of, no defense and no sort of protection against the aliens that were about to invade their home. Her father was at his end, simply sitting with his head in his hands while his two daughters stared at him with pity. They, too, were scared.

"What do I do?" the king said. His two daughters continued to stare, not ready to give an answer yet. "They're going to kill us…."

"Father…," Koriand'r said, who was the youngest of the daughters, with flaming red hair that went down to her back and bright green eyes that were filled with tears. "Is there anything that can stop their advance?"

"Don't be stupid," Komand'r said, who was the oldest with black hair and purple eyes that were harsh and stern. She was the strongest of them all, and she had no patience for tears. "We have no army, Father knows that, and so do the people. There is nothing that can save us from death."

Koriand'r was about to speak, but her father suddenly looked very ill. His face was white, his eyes shocked and madly obsessed at the same time. Both of the girls stared.

"There is something…," the king said. "There is!"

Both girls looked delighted. "What is it father?"

"We…we make a peace offering! We offer them something of ours…something to get them to leave, and then we will be free again!" he yelled.

"What will we give them, Father?" asked Komand'r, eyeing him warily.

"I am going to send the guard to their home planet. He will ask them what they would like of ours. And that will be that. We'll give it to them."

"But, Father—" began Koriand'r, but the king had already left to go alert the guard.

It was only a while later that a ship landed on their planet. People began to frenzy, running in circles and carrying swords in defense. The king silenced them, telling them that the ship was here to make a deal. All was well.

Both daughters came with their father to the ship. They both looked frantic and nervous, one more than the other, and tried very hard to hide themselves from site. The door to the ship opened, and out stepped the king of the alien planet, whose green body was wrapped in fine red cloth. "I am not here to agree to your peace offering. I am here to see what you have to offer, and no more. If it pleases me, I will leave your home untouched. If it does not…."

The King of Tamaran coughed. "I am here to offer you what you wish, so come and tour our home and pick anything you like."

But the king of the alien planet was eyeing Koriand'r now. He paid no attention to the man speaking. Of course, the man speaking was paying immense attention to what the alien was doing: he was eyeing his daughter.

"No, please sir," pleaded the king, "anything but my daughter's."

"I just want the red one. Nothing else. Without her, your home will be demolished," said the alien.

The father and king said nothing when the alien grabbed Koriand'r by her long red hair and dragged her onto the ship. Her screams were so violent she could feel her throat begin to rip. No one paid any attention. They turned, and walked away. Their home was saved. All was well.

As the ship left Tamaran, the alien king slapped Koriand'r so hard she felt her cheek begin to bleed under its skin. The alien spoke his words looking directly into her eyes: "You, my dear, please me very much. But not enough to leave your home undamaged."

As the ship flew away, a giant red laser crashed into Tamaran, and all was lost with the screams of the people. Koriand'r screamed the loudest she'd ever screamed in her life.

Then Starfire woke up, sweating and shaking with rage and horror. It was so real this time…she had actually believed to be back on her home planet. It was her worst nightmare relived, every night for her whole life. There was not a time that she did not wake up screaming. But, there were times when no one came to her rescue. This was that time. She was alone.

In the morning, when she woke up for breakfast, she was smiling and laughing along with everyone else. They didn't know anything, and she was glad. She saw no reason to make them know what she did.

So, how was it? I'm not sure when I'll update. I'm going to write more Stir right now.

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-Alien