A/N: I don't know what this story is going to be about. But hey, it's the first day of summer vacation and I was overcome with the urge to write something creepy and having to do with destruction and metaphors. So here we go:
Disclaimer: I don't own MR. Seriously, what's the point of this?
There was a little girl, once. She was something of a cherub, with blonde curls and blue eyes that looked like oceans, if oceans would ever stay one color. Oceans were never constant: their hue always changed, and when it stormed outside they became rough and those who dared to swim in them got caught up and ripped away from the shore. Oceans were malleable, because even though it was widely accepted that they could not be tamed, everything they did was caused by something. The wind made the waves and the color of the sky determined the emotion portrayed by the water's surface. This was how, a long time ago, humans were different from the oceans: the oceans were mighty and strong but slaves to the elements, while humans were weaker and yet moved of their own volition. So the cherub-esque blonde girl set herself far apart from the oceans, but little did she know, her eyes changed just like the water. When she was angry, they were a stormy gray, until the rage pent up inside her tiny body began to wear on those who loved her. But when she was happy, her eyes were a clear, innocent blue; impossible to mistrust. She was, after all, only a child. Perhaps the most unnerving color of all, though, was the green. When the little girl's eyes were green, she was stealing someone's free will. She was endowed with unnatural powers as an infant and had not learned correctly to use them wisely, so she controlled the minds of the weak humans who had no defense. The only things they had to their names were their consciousnesses, and if a little girl could take them away…they could lose the essence of humanity.
So it was in this manner that the little girl brought about the apocalypse. And then, one day, the oceans disappeared too.
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