The sun was beating down on her and she rolled around in the sand in a restless (and quite unneeded) slumber. Sleeping was one of the more ridiculous of activities she let herself indulge in. She found the easiest way to calm her fiery temper was to sleep. Nonetheless, this was no time for sleeping. She was tired of sitting on this stale and forgotten island. She was ready to leave. She was ready to exact revenge on everyone who ever wronged her.
Noon was upon her and the sun seemed to loom over her. It sat in the sky, watching her every move and reprimanding her with a lash of its fiery tongue. She regarded the sun with a simple snarl and stood up. The sand trickled off her body, laying itself back on the place which it came. She shook her hair free from sand and seaweed that had made residency within it and for just a moment, she was slightly amused with the small treasures that had fallen out.
Those treasures were quickly disregarded.
She quickly made her way down the beach, staring straight ahead at the seemingly endless ocean, she smirked a bit.
Once she returned there would be no mercy.
One foot after another, she led herself into the water. Her stern face staring ahead, she was determined. She was ready.
Her torso became submerged in the water and she felt her stomach lurch within her. She felt dizzy and disoriented, but she pushed herself. She wasn't giving up now. She was going to show every single one of those putrid and weak gems that no one and nothing could stop her. Again, her body rejected the water. Jasper began to feel odd, she didn't understand the vile feeling coursing through her body. It pained her. She felt trapped, out of breath and absolutely and positively
terrified.
Her face darkened into anger. She backed out of the water, a fiery molten core ready to erupt within her. Jasper's body heated and her mind blanked. She sprinted out of the water and headbutted the largest tree within her eyesight.
The anger was dizzying, and maddening. This emotion couldn't be real, for she had never felt it. Her anger brewed within her as she became destructive and out of control.
She couldn't be afraid.
Being afraid was so, very weak.