The Slave
By Oriondruid
She had never stood a chance, ever since the man had taken possession of her and had injected part of his very soul into hers, she had been his helpless slave.
Her own nature was to be tranquil and fairly lazy, killing only to eat, not vicious and murderous, as he'd made her.
However she was given no choice but to do his bidding. The tiny part of her that was still free to think often felt the urge to kill her captor, but she was too afraid and enslaved to his will to act on those thoughts. Her life with him like being locked into a luxurious cage, she wanted for nothing, except her freedom.
It came as a kind of release to her the night she was killed in the great battle. Her master seemed to be winning and she had been permitted to rejoin him at his side. But even as her master gloried in his apparent victory a young man strode forward and lopped off her head with a sword.
When it happened she felt no pain, only that the contaminating presence of her master's soul fragment which had controlled and polluted her had been destroyed, leaving her finally free. She felt herself slip slowly away from the terrible world she had known..
She awoke in a green, hot and humid place, a place of dappled shadow, tall trees and undergrowth. A place alive with the calls of many birds and animals and knew she was finally free of her tormentor, he could never follow her here, he would never again call her by the false name he had given her. She was in her heaven and never again would she be known as Nagini.