Revenge
Her flower was gone. Her drop of sunshine and only hope had been ruthlessly snatched away from her and there was nothing she could do about it. Gothel fell to her knees and stared soundlessly at the spot where her adored flower had previously been.
Who were they to steal what was legitimately hers? If it hadn't been for her, the divine flower would've perished under nature's cruel eyes, she was sure about that. She had been the one to water, nurture and eventually ply the golden flower for centuries. Therefore, the flower was obviously hers and no one else's.
Who did they think they were, to use what could only be hers and hers only? The flower was hers. The flower had been a present from the Goddess of the Sun, given to poor old Gothel, who made mistakes throughout her whole life and near her death, found salvation.
She would've died alone, after being exiled by her old village because of her abnormal acts and manipulations, or so they would say, as they yelled at her and called her a witch. If she had actually been a witch, they'd have met their end so much sooner. No, Gothel was only human, but she was smart and cunning, never letting herself be fooled and tricked by others.
And for the same reason she was never able to keep a partner and much less have a family, although neither of these were so important for her. But as she aged, she realized she would die alone and that thought scared her. She was so old and sick, no one would care for her and she was absolutely alone in the world. But then she found the flower, the golden free gift that reversed her time and brought back her long passed and loved years. She could finally pursue her old dreams while enjoying her life at its utmost. She was free and alive, as long as the flower still was. The flower gave her strength to live and the ability to do so. Yes, it had been a blessing only for her, she reminded herself.
Gothel stood up and gazed for the last time in her life at the spot where the flower had previously been. The flower would never return to this place and neither would Gothel. The flower would be kept hidden with her at every single moment, so no one would ever be able to take it from her ever again.
The flower was hers and hers only. The flower had been a gift to only her and now it was gone. But she would get it back; Gothel swore to herself, she would get it back and never let go of it again.
A/N: Gothel was a very interesting villain and I wanted to write a bit on her perspective.