The Queen Of Mean.
Her heart had been ripped from her chest. The moment he'd proposed.
For five years, five wonderful blissful years he'd spoken of how he'd do it, teasing her. On a day where the sky was so blue, you could lose yourself just looking at it, on a day where the birdsong never ended, when the flowers were in bloom and everything was right with the world.
He'd done it just as he said he would.
But it hadn't been for her.
Now, wandering aimlessly, she cried with gut-wrenching anguish.
What did I do wrong?
What did I do to deserve this?
Why?
Broken-hearted, she crumpled to the ground with heaving sobs
You don't have to take this. You aren't a doormat.
The thought popped so suddenly into her head that the sobs ended abruptly.
This shouldn't be your story, this isn't your legacy.
No, it shouldn't have been. Was this what people would remember her as? A lovelorn, heartbroken princess.
No, she wouldn't let that be.
She was strong.
Far stronger than anyone gave her credit for.
It's time you stop running.
"I'm so tired of pretending
Where's my happy ending?"
Getting to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes she began the walk home with renewed purpose.
"I followed all the rules
I drew inside the lines
I never asked for anything that wasn't mine
I waited patiently for my time
But when it finally came
He called her name
And now I feel this overwhelming pain
I mean it's in my veins
I mean it's in my brain
My thoughts are running in a circle like a toy train
I'm kinda like a perfect picture with a broken frame
I know exactly who to blame"
It was pitch dark upon her return but she wasn't fazed, marching into the little building before digging through her drawers. It was here somewhere. The key she needed, the beginning of a new life. As if it sensed her the book appeared with a flash, her fingers brushing the leather binding, sending magical shocks up her arm. But where she once might have recoiled from such strong magic, now she embraced it, welcomed its electrifying pull.
"I never thought of myself as mean
I always thought that I'd be the queen
And there's no in between
'Cause if I can't have that
Then I would be the leader of the dark
And the bad
Now there's a devil on my shoulder
Where the angels used to be
And it's calling me the queen"
Sitting primly on the nearby bench, she opened the book drinking in the smell of the weathered pages as she devoured the words on each page. Words soaked with power, words that buzzed with magic, intoxicating, thrilling the greatest rush she'd felt in all her life.
How cruelly deceiving they'd been to her. Mocking her for her entire life. Pitying her when she needed none.
Poor little orphan.
Poor little charity case.
Not quite this and not quite that.
Well, they were about to learn. They were going to learn how strong she truly was.
"Being nice was my pastime
But I've been hurt for the last time
And I won't ever let another person take advantage of me
The anger burns my skin, third-degree
Now my blood's boiling hotter than a fiery sea
There's nobody getting close to me
They're gonna bow to the Evil Queen
Your nightmare's my dream
Just wait until they fall to my wicked schemes
I never thought of myself as mean
I always thought that I'd be the queen
And there's no in between
'Cause if I can't have that
Then I would be the leader of the dark
And the bad
Now there's a devil on my shoulder
Where the angels used to be
And he's calling me the queen of mean (Calling me, calling me)
The queen of mean (Calling me, calling me)
(Calling me, calling me)
The queen of mean"
as drastic as this was it had to be done. In order to stop the gut-wrenching pain in her chest. Standing before the mirror with nothing but silvery moonlight as her company she incanted a spell quiet yet ground shaking, plunging a hand inside her chest where she retrieved her beating heart which became nothing but light flowing into the dragon-shaped pendant around her neck.
Cruel perfect irony.
Now nothing would ever hurt her again. Nothing could hurt her again.
Especially not him.
Turning with a cold smile, she retrieved the wand, watching as it underwent a transformation of its own. Becoming dark as night, growing in her hand until it was not a wand but a staff lit by violet flames. The walls were aglow with magic that encircled her.
"Something's pulling me
It's so magnetic
My body is moving
Unsure where I'm headed
All of my senses have left me defenseless
This darkness around me
Is promising vengeance
The price that I'm willing to pay is expensive
There's nothing to lose
When you're lonely and friendless
So my only interest is showing this princess
That I am the queen
And my reign will be endless (Endless)"
The flames parted her transformation complete, devoid of all colors. All light vanishing. She stood tall in a dress like armor woven from the night sky itself. Her smile was bone-chilling, fingers curling around the staff in her right hand, she marched from the building, setting it ablaze as she did so before taking to the night sky. Her wings carrying her farther and faster than they ever had before, her horned shadow an ominous warning to all who saw it.
"I want what I deserve
I want to rule the world
Sit back and watch them learn
It's finally my turn"
"If they want a villain for a queen
I'm gonna be one like they've never seen
I'll show them what it means
Now that I am that
I will be the ruler of the dark and the bad
'Cause the devil's on my shoulder
Where the angels used to be
And he's calling me the queen of mean (Calling me, calling me)
(Calling me, calling me)
The queen of mean (Calling me, calling me)"
I want what I deserve
She wasn't weak. She wasn't a broken-hearted princess doomed to drown in her own tears.
No, she was a queen.
She was powerful.
She was wicked.
She was Christina and long would she reign!
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