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chapter 3:prideful child
She lives in a nice city, a beautiful one, with trees and people and animals. There is beautiful art and nice pictures to look at, beautiful animals and colorful books with amazing stories in them.
She is Typhon, and she loves her daddy, and he her. Her mommy died at a young age giving birth to her.
She has many friends, and her father is so cool, he has such a good reputation as a judge. He puts people to death as punishment, to save the good people from the bad people. He informs her on how good and evil work one day, placing a hand on her forest green hair.
"Typhon, you must understand sins. There are good people and there are bad people in the world. What matters is intent."
"But isn't a bad person just a bad person, Daddy?" She asks, her crimson eyes looking up at him in innocence.
"No, my dear. Bad people continue to hurt people because they want to. Good people are forgiven because they stop doing bad things."
"So if I keep doing bad things, then I'm a bad person?"
"That's right. You're bad if you don't repent. If you show you're sincerely sorry, you won't be punished by the gods and will be forgiven." She admires her father and wishes she could be like him.
She gets her wish one day. In two ways, really.
One day, a massive headache hits her. She falls over and is unconscious for a brief time, until her father comes calling and finds her passed out.
When she awakens, he asks if she is all right, at which point she wonders if her name really is Typhon.
She used to have another name. And she was a bad, bad, bad person. A bad older lady. She used to hit all her kids for misbehaving and she hates it hates hates hates it because why would she do that to such nice and sweet kids.
The children take an axe and use it on their mother and chop her up into little, itty bitty pieces, because she's guilty of being so prideful. She used to be so proud of them, so proud.
When the fainting spell ends, all Typhon recalls is one word: sin. It must be purged. She turns to look at her father and wonders has daddy ever been bad?
Her father takes her hand-and at that moment his hand comes flying off in a hail of blood.
"You are bad, daddy." She laughs.
He screams and howls but she thinks she's getting rid of a demon that looks like him. He tries to touch her, but the next second he's in pieces around her. Although her past self was bad, Typhon is an innocuous child. Maybe that's why…she lifts her head up.
"Daddy, you can get up and stop pretending. Daddy? Daddy?" She gazes at him and her cerise orbs fill with tears.
"DADDY!" She howls and picks up a piece of him to hold on to, and sobs. Somehow, she did this to him.
Was it because he was bad?
Well, then no one can ever touch her again. Footsteps.
"Typhon, what's wrong?" The maid asks, before she takes in the carnage. "You're…a…witch. Get away from here!"
Typhon panics. "No, don't touch me!"
The tree in the backyard breaks and is in pieces, pinning the maid to the ground.
As she observes Typhon crying, she smiles bitterly. "You've been cursed. Cursed since the day you were born. Filthy witch."
Her cries attract others.
"No, don't touch me! Don't touch me you're guilty!" She cries but the others touch her and wind up adding to the body count.
Typhon slips out and runs away until she runs into the arms of Sekkie. Then she meets Milla, Dona, Phee, Minnie, and Tella.
"Wow, this water's pretty." She touches it, only for the water to splash on her and laughing, she touches it again and again, as the Pristellan waters suck her in, and she suddenly can't breathe anymore.
Help, help. She drowns like an ant in a sink, and her life is snuffed out, only to be saved by her friend Echidna to exist as a mere soul. Her memories of her past life are vague cinders in her memory.