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Dear creator,
I’m not a bad person. Really, I’m not. I’m not all that different from him. From the one you call hero. I am neither good nor bad. I am made of the same stuff as him.
Your thoughts. Your words. Your will. You spun us from the same fabric; your precious protagonist and I. So why am I so different? Our thread is the same thread. Our features molded from the same clay...but then why did when he broke you fixed him?
Why is he given love? Given friends and a family? Why is he adored while I must steal what little respect I get with fear? Why do his fissures get cleaned, kissed, and sealed while mine are left to fester?
Why?
Do you think me a fool? Even children know how my story is destined to end. I seek out power. I seek out riches, fame, vengeance…I seek to destroy and to dominate. Ha! And why? Why, because you made me that way.
When you created your precious protagonist and I you may have made us out of the same materials and for the same story but you filled his veins with aloe and mine with poison. You gave him a soft heart and blackened mine to a crisp. You gave us both tears and smiles. You gave us both hopes and dreams. You gave us both pasts, a present, and a future. But you gave him victory!
You gave him victory and you damned me to eternal failure! Why?! What did I ever do to deserve this? Am I not your creation as much as he is? Am I not as much a part of your soul?
We were born from the same thought, he and I. Yet while he’s out partying and enjoying life with our brothers and sisters, I’m here in a dark room with nothing but my plan for total annihilation and the knowledge that I’ll never win.
Do you think I like this life? Do you think I like being bound by failure? I’m you. I’m from your soul. Would you want this life?
I know how this story ends. It ends no different than the ones told thousands of years ago. This tale you spin for me has been spun over and over again since the beginning of time.
I’ve accepted my fate. I know I won’t win. I know he will destroy me and our siblings will celebrate his victory. I know I will be hated, mocked, scorned…killed. And I’ve accepted that. Really, I have.
Despite what you may think, I do not hate you for my fate. I do not wish you harm for the path you’ve glued me to. But I do wish to know one thing...
Why did you choose him and not me?
I’m not a bad person. Really, I’m not. I’m not all that different from him. From the one you call hero. I am neither good nor bad. I am made of the same stuff as him.
Your thoughts. Your words. Your will. You spun us from the same fabric; your precious protagonist and I. So why am I so different? Our thread is the same thread. Our features molded from the same clay...but then why did when he broke you fixed him?
Why is he given love? Given friends and a family? Why is he adored while I must steal what little respect I get with fear? Why do his fissures get cleaned, kissed, and sealed while mine are left to fester?
Why?
Do you think me a fool? Even children know how my story is destined to end. I seek out power. I seek out riches, fame, vengeance…I seek to destroy and to dominate. Ha! And why? Why, because you made me that way.
When you created your precious protagonist and I you may have made us out of the same materials and for the same story but you filled his veins with aloe and mine with poison. You gave him a soft heart and blackened mine to a crisp. You gave us both tears and smiles. You gave us both hopes and dreams. You gave us both pasts, a present, and a future. But you gave him victory!
You gave him victory and you damned me to eternal failure! Why?! What did I ever do to deserve this? Am I not your creation as much as he is? Am I not as much a part of your soul?
We were born from the same thought, he and I. Yet while he’s out partying and enjoying life with our brothers and sisters, I’m here in a dark room with nothing but my plan for total annihilation and the knowledge that I’ll never win.
Do you think I like this life? Do you think I like being bound by failure? I’m you. I’m from your soul. Would you want this life?
I know how this story ends. It ends no different than the ones told thousands of years ago. This tale you spin for me has been spun over and over again since the beginning of time.
I’ve accepted my fate. I know I won’t win. I know he will destroy me and our siblings will celebrate his victory. I know I will be hated, mocked, scorned…killed. And I’ve accepted that. Really, I have.
Despite what you may think, I do not hate you for my fate. I do not wish you harm for the path you’ve glued me to. But I do wish to know one thing...
Why did you choose him and not me?
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I got to thinking, what do the antagonists of a story think about their lives? What do my antagonist think of the tales I've placed them in? And I wondered just how they felt knowing that their end would be nothing but grim. So I wrote this.
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Sometimes I plan someone to be a villan, but on the other hand one of my main character can be called a villan just easily. I'm not even sure there is a hero in the usual sense in this story.
I mean the main person, who is called Awary, got cursed because he destroyed half a continent.
The female main character, Daya, who is in love with him, gets tortured and raped and finaly abonons her innoece and naiveness and becomes a darc magicain.
Second female main character is the sister of Arary, Yaira, who goes berserk when her brother is suddely diappeared (meaning she kills innocent peolpe).
And Awary fights in the end against Aywen, the (mad) queen of the elves, who has brought war and winter to a land that once peacefull and with usual summers.
So...do you see any hero here? I don't. I wanted an Antagonist to be the "hero".
But he is the charakter who is suffering the most, that is true, even when in this case he has family and even someone who loves him...
I mean the main person, who is called Awary, got cursed because he destroyed half a continent.
The female main character, Daya, who is in love with him, gets tortured and raped and finaly abonons her innoece and naiveness and becomes a darc magicain.
Second female main character is the sister of Arary, Yaira, who goes berserk when her brother is suddely diappeared (meaning she kills innocent peolpe).
And Awary fights in the end against Aywen, the (mad) queen of the elves, who has brought war and winter to a land that once peacefull and with usual summers.
So...do you see any hero here? I don't. I wanted an Antagonist to be the "hero".
But he is the charakter who is suffering the most, that is true, even when in this case he has family and even someone who loves him...