Ace left that day, one step at a time. One foot in front of the other, everywhere she went her shoes burned the grass she walked on, her gaze set the trees on fire. Her touch killed instantly. Ace didn't notice, she looked only forwards, never blinking. Her gaze never faltering, not even for a second. She left a path of destruction behind her, everything she touched shattered into a million pieces.

But it wasn't her touch that destroyed these things.

It was her mind.

You see, Ace's mind is her most powerful and dangerous asset, even though she doesn't have much left as a result of the previous lobotomy. Pieces and bits come back to her in scraps of hidden clues and messages. Ace walked all that day and all that night, the little girl with her sullen skull-like face walking through a burning forest. She walked until she came to a clearing. There was nothing left to burn. Ace had destroyed everything. Only things left were scraps of burning wood and dying grass.

She'd destroyed the whole town and didn't know it, because she never looked back, but Ace turned slowly, seeing the trail of corpses charred and blackened that she'd left behind her. One little boy with a half-burned face looked at her through glassy eyes wet with tears. He stood still for a minute longingly, then turned and ran.

Only then did it occur to Ace that it was her who had done that to the little boy. She'd unknowingly ripped his family away from him. She'd killed over 200 people in a course of 12 hours. She was the only one left, besides that little boy who'd probably die of the smoke any minute.

But Ace didn't feel the heat and none of the smoke entered her lungs, because Ace controlled the fire. She looked back at the corpses and the fire died down. Ace just looked away emotionlessly and continued walking, but this time no flame followed her. No sign she'd ever been there.

Ace was gone by the rise of the next sun. She is powerful. She is dangerous. And this little seven-year-old is the most powerful girl in the entire world. She not only was a mass murderer in her childhood, but she didn't care. She had no emotion left. A needle had sucked it all out of her.

The next two years went by slowly for Ace. She built up her empire in that spot, creating stone and brick with her mind, and Ace became the empress of a land no one knew existed.

The little girl ruled in a black castle in a land full of death and disease, but she never moved, never smiled. She sat on her high golden throne for days without blinking. Sometimes she'd forget to breathe for a moment or two.

She mad soldiers out of wood and stone purely with her mind with painted smiles like her toys and bears. An army of forgotten dreams and long lost memories guarded her. She had a land that had been ravaged by death and despair that thrived on her sorrow. Ace wore a crown of invisible love that never existed, forged of the tears of herself that she could never shed.

Little Ace lived in an empty mansion that she filled with imaginary footsteps running through the halls and fake voices asking her to play, but she couldn't or wouldn't ever move. The little girl stayed on her throne of lost life for as long her childhood allowed, her skin had grown so pale her veins were visible through her glass figure. The girl had become a living doll, That permanent frown on her face haunted the eerie corridors lit by torches that never went out.

Ace lived her childhood sitting on a broken throne in an empty castle waiting for something that would never come. Maybe she was waiting for her mother or her sister. Maybe she was waiting to be taken by the swift hands of death. I suppose we'll never know, but the little girl they called Ace sat two years on that throne, now she's eleven.

And Ace's life spiraled even more out of control after her eleventh year.