I felt my heartbeat. The steady rhythm of my heart thumping against my chest as sleep overtook me. I wished this was all a dream, a part of me knew what I was doing was wrong but at this moment in time, I didn't care.
My dream overtook me, consuming my mind so that I was no longer in this plane of existence. I hadn't seen my mother since I ascended my throne and I wondered why she spent so much time in the Immortal Realm. The realm was white, a blinding light that was a stark contrast to my blue skin, a glow came off of me as I walked and my magic hummed around me as I looked around. There was no-one here, not that I was expecting anyone to be here. I wasn't too sure I was supposed to be in the Immortal Realm as I was.
"Sedna." The familiar voice of my mother cooed, but couldn't see her, "What have you done?"
Before I could say anything, I was thrown across the room, consumed with my shock as my magic formed, exploding around me as I screamed. I shot up in bed, darkness filling the room as I awoke from my dream. Throwing the covers off of me, I stood, floating silently in the water as my mind raced. My memories flooding my mind as I tried to make sense of everything. Why am I like this? What was I becoming?
I looked up in my looking glass, my hair floating around me, my golden eyes sparkling with a fierce hatred while worry shown on my face. Tattoos framed my face and ran the length of my arms that just a few weeks ago were not there. I was no longer the Symari my family thought I was. I was a monster consumed with a hatred so deep-seated that I thought I had forgotten it. I shut my eyes, trying to forget about my childhood with my baby sister. But it was still there. She was right, she was always right.
"Sedna!" I heard my sister call, her voice calm and serene as always, "Come here, I want to show you something!"
I tried to forget that day. The way her friends giggled at the sight of my human legs, their shock, and their stares. I tried to forget the names they called me, how ugly I felt in that moment to be anything but a Symari. To be human. An evil being filled with greed and hatred. I was after all, half-human and so were my siblings.
I want peace. I want justice. I want my sister to feel the pain she has inflicted on me for the past four hundred years and I wanted her to suffer.
But, if I wanted this, would that make me evil? I murdered a man who claimed he loved me. I transformed my people into beings of hate. And I would do it again, I would do anything to see my sister say she was sorry.