The idea for this was not my own. If you have not, by chance, read SummerShadows' story, What is Love?, go and do it. Now that was a truly brilliant story. I would never, ever copy her story, but I did decide to use her basic idea. All credit goes to her. Playing with character's perspectives and getting into their minds is always thrilling for me.
I decided to do these drabbles because it would be good practice. Each chapter will be a new character, and all chapters will be about 500 words. My topic is, quite obviously, power. Each character will talk about what power is to them and how it has affected their lives. I will not copy SummerShadow by having a short poem before each character, but I have decided to include three words that summarize the character.
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Isabel
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Power is the knowledge that others are more cowardly than you are.
I have never known anything else to be so entirely true.
Power is a funny word. It surrounds us, but humankind has only made vain attempts at trying to define it. In every case, though, the more of it, the better.
I know many would disagree.
I have heard many a thing said about power. Some have dared to say that true power is forgiveness. That is quite possibly the most foolish thing that I have ever heard. What, pray tell, does forgiveness accomplish? Absolutely nothing. Forgiveness is for the weak, the spineless. Forgiveness is for cowards.
Power, on the other hand, is a privilege reserved for only the strongest. This is something that I know all too well. I was born into a world where even a drop of fear would cost you everything. Since the very beginning, power has enshrouded me.
Still, despite this, my experimentations with power did not begin until later. But when they did, no force in the universe could have stopped them. Words cannot describe what it was like. To watch your victim shiver uncontrollably in the frigid, aphotic room with barely visible beads of sweat dripping down their forehead was beyond enthralling. To watch as your words instilled uncontrollable terror into their very core. It was empowering.
Only one obstacle ever stood in my way: fear. But, once that was out of the way, once I had completely vanquished it, there was nothing left to hinder me. I was free. Nothing could control me; nothing could prevent me from fulfilling my destiny. I had the power. And nothing else had ever felt so right.
In the beginning, I had dreamed of one day passing on my legacy to my children. I had stepped back because I had believed that they were capable of delivering. I was wrong. Matters were forced back into my own hands.
Originally, I was appalled at having to, once again, traverse across the globe. Soon, however, the thrill of the hunt caught up with me. Seeing that wretched Cahill girl quiver in fear, to see her brother's eyes widen with terror – it was like coming home.
In merely a few short weeks, I managed to reveal my power in ways no one had ever imagined me capable of doing. The sharks. The propeller. The gauntlet. My power wrapped itself around every single Clue hunter's thoughts, their minds. Maybe even their very souls.
Now, the Clue hunt is over. Some would say that I lost. I may have had power, but I still lost. This, too, I would be forced to disagree with. No one holds the power over me. They are all, and always will be, more cowardly than I am. I still hold the power.
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