/ Hellllooo! Wow, I've been inactive. Why? Because the holiday and eh, I lost inspiration. But when I did get it back, I really wanted to write a story for Madoka Magica- an anime I got into a while back and I'm.. obsessed now, haha. Rated K+ because Madoka Magica. I'm sorry that I'm giving you this instead of another chapter to one of my stories. I am a terrible person. That aside however, I hope you all had a good Christmas, and happy 2013!
Why was I scared? Nothing scared Kyoko Sakura. Nothing. I was supposed to be the fearless one, the leader.. And if anything, I put fear into other people's hearts. Not my own.
And the odd thing about it all was that I wasn't even really scared. I wasn't afraid of being struck down that day. I was more than willing if that sword wanted to pierce through my heart at any moment. I think what terrified me the most... was her being alone. Nobody wants to be alone. No one.
I thought for the longest time that it was the answer. If I did my own thing, I wouldn't need to share. I could be my own person. No one would rely on me, and I wouldn't have to rely on them. For fifteen years nearly I followed that. I had no friends. I became strong, and took what I wanted. I had grown so used to that lifestyle that when I met Sayaka, everything she believed in was... stupid.
But then she reminded me of what I used to be.
Bedtime stories of the bashful and strong knight saving the beautiful princess locked away in a tower. The Kingdom would rejoice, and the villain would be left alone. That's how stories were supposed to end. That was a happy ending. Once upon a time I believed in those. I thought everyone got a fairytale. So when I made that contract... when I did all of it, I thought I was doing the right thing. But in the end, all it led to was tragedy. So I abandoned silly thoughts of castles and happy families, because on that day I realized that they didn't exist.
I wasn't expecting some clumsy, middle school girl with blue hair to come and change that. I wasn't, honest. She was just another rookie who wanted to change the world with her swords and bold attitude. I had seen it a million times before, and I wasn't thinking she was anything new or exciting. I took her on without a second thought.
But... I don't know. Something changed. I saw something in her that made me remember all the reasons I became what I am. Love and magic. Happy endings and smiles. It let me know that there was so much more to being a magical girl than just fighting, and after I realized that there was a smile on my lips every day again.
The very person who helped me out of a dark pit fell into one herself, however. I suppose you could call it fate, but there was no way she was going alone. I regretted everything I said about her, every comment about her stupid love life. I wish I could've taken them all back and put the burden on my own back- I was strong enough, I could've handled it.
But not her. She was too fragile. She cracked... and well, you know the rest.
I know what it feels like the be in your own world. It's lonely. It's cold. You have nobody to pat you on the shoulder when you feel like crying. And I didn't want that for her. If she had to go, I was going with her.
Some may call me crazy for doing what I did. But as my shaking fingers tossed my soul gem out into the air, every second a new wave of relief hit me. And by the time everything exploded and went to black?
I had a happy dream.
