Hello it's khffbleach9. I RETURN!

I hate funerals, they're so damn depressing. When I die I don't want no one to cry I'mma be already dead and they're gonna make me feel all bad cause they're gonna be crying. MOURNING SUCKS!

Enough of my tantrum. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Chapter 9: My story

Monica's POV

"There was once a girl who was prophesized to have two destines. The first one was that she would be the ruler of a dark realm and led her subjects to world conquest. The other was that she would become a soldier of light and save the world from said dark realm. Her destiny was dependent on the first few years of her life and would be determined by a question. If she answered the question one way she would get the evil destiny and if she answered the other way she would get the good destiny. It was to be expected that the denizens of the dark real wanted the evil destiny while those in the realm of light wanted the good destiny. They all fought to decide what would become of her but not many of them had actually thought of her. Those that did know her held sympathy for her. They wanted to get her way from all this conflict and even tried but they did not success because their timing was off. During the escape two girls walked up to her. One had hair as black as night with glowing crimson red eyes while the other had golden hair that could put real gold to shame with eyes as blue as the deep sea. They stared at the girl intently for a while until the raven-haired girl decided to break the silence.

'What have you thought of life so far? 'she asked.

But the girl, now being five, had no idea how to answer that.

This time the golden-haired girl spoke. 'There have been people fighting around you for as long as you can remember, all trying to decide your fate. During all that time, what did you feel while they fought? Did you feel hatred, sadness? What did you feel?

The girl now understanding what was asked decided to reply. 'I felt so many things that I think I need to be at least five years older to tell you. I was happy to meet people who care about me so much. I'm sad that people will have bad things happen to them because they tried to help me. I'm mad that a lot of people see me as someone I'm not. I'm happy when someone says my name nicely. I hate went people fight and get killed for stupid reasons and I love to see mom's carrying their babies even though I don't have a mom myself.'

The two girls then looked at each other and asked simultaneously ' which would you rather be, me or her?'

The rave-haired one continued, 'The darkness or the light?'

'The good or the evil?' the golden-haired finished.

The girl sighed before responding to them 'Why is darkness considered bad and light considered good? What if there are good people that live in the dark realm just like I know there are bad people here in this realm. It's like calling the dragon who guards the prince in the tower evil when it's probably not. What if the dragon was just trying to protect their dear princess? I don't believe in discrimination.'

The raven-haired girl smiled and them responded 'Then who would you pick to spend time with?'

'The both of you because like I said I don't believe in discrimination.'

The two girls just stared at each other before turning back to the girl. They raised their hands and the girl as well as her rescuers became unconscious. The two girls infused the girl of destiny with both the powers of light and dark. The girl was then sent to an isolated forest where she was to remain asleep for 5 years. When she woke up again at the age of 10 she had no memories of her life before. She began an long and never-ending journey to gain control over her powers. She traveled along countless realms, meet countless people, and fought countless battles. The end." I say the last line smiling.

"May I ask the purpose for this story. And what it has to do with the mist." Loke questioned.

I can't help but feel my smile widen. "Well the girl in the story is me and the mist is a part of my magic. Well the dark part I guess."

They remain quiet for a while and just before I can say anything they scream. "WHAT!"

Did I say something wrong?

Hahaha My OC can be dense at times. Like i said before my OC has been in my head for YEARS so the backstory is set in stone. Anyways what did you think? Comment, Subscribe and I'll see you next time.