This is the story of a forgotten villain. A villain who committed felonies so great that they were imprisoned and banished from existence. This is my story.
I was born into a family of cruelty, which was not uncommon on the Isle of the lost. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me. I was the youngest and only girl.
My father and brothers were harsh. They fed me barely enough to keep me alive. I received regular beatings.
I was weak but alive. This was their mistake.
As I grew, I became cunning. I would sneak out and steal food.
I soon became healthier.
I began to plot my revenge.
One night, while my father and brothers were sleeping, I crept into my father's bedroom. I held the knife steady and plunged it into his throat...once….twice….and finally a third time.
I had committed my first murder at age 6.
A/N This is a story that I randomly thought up. This is dark and may be disturbing.
Disclaimer: Don't own descendants.