Circular
Loneliness creates vengeance.
This was something she knew well, for she was a vengeful person. And she was very lonely. All because of one rotting, decaying spider sitting by her bedside, clawing at her blinds, scratching at her door, nipping at her heels. Eternally there, stalking her every day like a shadow cast on the twilight.
Vengeance creates confusion.
Every day it came, staying out of the vision of her companions, but in her plain view. Where it knew she'd see it. And every day she would attempt to ignore it, going about her duty to save what it held in the palm of it's gnarled hand. It would always last for weeks on end, her mind slowly getting used of it being there. Yet she still wanted to kill it.
Until the days that they found him. Every time, they would find what she needed to protect, and his name was nearly forgotten. She fought for him, bled for him, took the abuse of his weapon until she was so close to getting him back that she could taste it in her own blood dripping from her lip. And then it would take him away again.
In a last ditch attempt, she follows it deep into her own madness, through rivers and forests, and across the mountains. She needs nothing but him, and once she gets that, she can be happy. She bursts into it's castle, and fumbles blindly through it's corridors.
Confusion creates Passion.
She finds it, but where is he? It stares at her as she searches frantically, it follows her again. She finds him laying upon the ground, bleeding from wounds she had not seen before. She tries to help him, but as she holds him in her arms, she realizes that his heart shall never beat again... When his heart is held in it's hands.
She leaps forward, she wants to claw it's eyes out, slit it's throat, burn it's body. She wanted to murder it one thousand times over, then feast upon it's flesh like a wild animal. But it stopped her advance, and the world goes black.
Passion creates stupidity
She looks around in the darkness. He lies dead in the corner, no jewel in his back. She's covered in his blood, holding her bloody katana shakily. She feels it's hands on her shoulders, a breath of air at her ears. It's trying to comfort her over the piece she has played. She looses all thought, all knowledge and reason. She fall's back into it's arms, and the world goes black.
Stupidity leads to Mistakes.
She opens her eyes to a cold room, clothes cast upon the ground. It's painful to move, but she must. She looks around, and finds her katana. She picks the katana up slowly, and stabs it's flank hard. It sputters, and dies slowly as she repeats the act over and over again. When she is done, nothing is left, and she's covered in blood again.
Mistakes lead to Death.
She wakes from her reverie, and continues walking towards the fast flowing river, a bundle tucked into her arms. And she snaps the bundle's neck, and tosses it into the river, the same river she tossed his and it's body. And the bundle floats towards it's resting place, with it's daddy and uncle. And she walks away, eyes cast down, still stained red.
Death leads to Loneliness.
The weight begins to build up, and she sinks onto a rock above the same river. She stares down, completely lost.
And the circle is repeated again.
After hours of the sound of flesh and metal meeting, she floats down the river. She meets them again, but this time...
Only in Death, shall the circle be broken.