Hey, I realized its been exactly a year since I joined, so I created this very angsty one shot. Its quite different from my usual writing, so enjoy!
Nothing. That was what she had left. Everything that mattered was gone. She had been robbed and betrayed by those of her own nation, of her own brother.
No, she didn't trust him. No, she wasn't surprised when she had to fight him. She had been waiting for the day when he would foolishly return to challenge her. What she didn't expect was this.
She hadn't talked to her father. She hadn't spoken to anyone since she lost. Some say she went mad, which she fervently denied to herself.
The nation was happy? The only news she would receive were from her guard who would only come to bring food.
Peace and harmony was returned to the world, blah, blah, blah, she didn't want to hear it all.
Sometimes she would sit and cry for hours. Tears of regret, tears of sorrow would stream her cheeks, as she would cradle herself.
Her hair was now choppy and dirty, and she hadn't bathed in weeks, even when offered the chance.
Sometimes she wouldn't eat the food, she would sit quietly in the corner, with her eyes closed, barely breathing.
Sometimes in fits of anger, she would throw her food at the door, at her guard, at anything, from the little rats that scurried, to the figments of her imagination.
She would ponder about the past, was she really as happy as she thought?
Yes she had been their father's favorite, but he didn't love her. Not the way she wanted him to, the way she pretended he did.
And what about her mother? There is nothing worse than knowing your mother doesn't care for you. She knew that from as far as she could remember.
She always liked him. Of course she did. He had a heart, and what was she? She was a monster.
She would and could never change. That good side, you hear about, even in the worst of people? She didn't have one of those.
Her friends were traitors. She had controlled them by fear. She could sense the slight hatred lingering in their eyes, but she had said nothing.
She wanted to pretend that they had actually liked her. That was pointless. No one liked her.
But she thought she would be fine. As long as she had power she was fine. She didn't have that anymore.
It had been a few months. She hadn't kept count of how long she was trapped. She didn't care.
She had lost all taste for anything.
She was no longer strong and fiery; she was weak and broken.
Her whole world came crashing down and she was forced to realize the truth of her whole story.
She had grown up a child without love, a child without true friends, now a woman with nothing.