The worst pain in the world is when you watch the people who killed your beloved mother. It brings immense sorrow and heartbreak, knowing that your mother, the one who loved and cared for you, was taken away from you in such a brutal way. The pain is too deep for words and it is unlike any other pain that can be experienced. It is a pain that will stay with you forever and will never go away. There is no greater sorrow than having to say goodbye to the one person in the world who meant the most to you. The memories of your mother will remain in your heart and will be cherished for the rest of your life.
The pain is even more unbearable when you watch your beloved mother die on your birthday. It is a day that should be full of joy and celebration, yet you are forced to witness the one person who has always been there for you be taken away. I feel like I am in a vacuum, with no escape from the grief and sorrow that fills my heart. I am in a state of numbness, unable to comprehend the tragedy that has befallen me. I am enveloped in darkness, my soul feeling heavy and empty. The pain is too deep for words, and all I can do is try to cope with the loss of the one person who made my life complete.
They felt joy because they were glad to be rid of her, since she was an obstacle to their plans. I could see the joy in their eyes as they watched her body being taken away. I was filled with rage and despair at the injustice of it all. I wanted to scream out in anger and pain, but all I could do was cry. Tears of sorrow and heartbreak streamed down my face as I said my final goodbye to the person who meant the most to me.
"Mom, why did you have to leave me? I miss you so much. Please come back, I need you."
Everyone around me said that I should move on and accept the fact that she is gone, but I couldn't do it. How could I let go of the person who loved me unconditionally and protected me when I needed it most? Who would be there for me now? I felt so alone and scared, knowing that I no longer had my mother to turn to in times of need. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't let go of her memory and the love that we shared.
Suddenly, a loud roar filled the air and a monstrous creature emerged from the shadows, attacking us with its razor-sharp claws and teeth. We were terrified and tried to run away, but it was too late. The beast was relentless, and in a matter of seconds my mother's body had been ripped apart. We were all left in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. I couldn't move, my feet were glued to the ground. I felt like I was in a trance, unable to process what I had just witnessed. I felt like I had been hit by a lightning, my body and mind broken. I couldn't understand why this had happened, why my mother had to be taken away from me. I was filled with sadness and despair, my heart heavy with grief. I had no more tears left to cry, and all I could do was stand there in shock, the pain too deep for words. Just then the monster tried to attack me, I felt a powerful energy around my body. I could feel my mother's spirit shielding me from the beast's attack. I felt a warmth in my heart, and I knew that she was with me, protecting me. I was filled with a strength and courage I never knew I had. At the same time my hand started to light up and long and silky hair turned into shining silver. I felt a surge of energy course through my veins and I could feel my mother's spirit empowering me.
As I gathered up all the powers within me, I felt an immense strength and courage that I had never known before. With a loud roar of determination, I lunged forward and summoned a powerful beam of light from my hand, sending the beast flying in the air. I felt an overwhelming sense of confidence and I knew I could do anything. Legend has it that the girl with silver hair and golden eyes is the Saint of Courage, a mythical figure of power and strength. It is said that the Saint of Courage is a symbol of hope and strength, and those who are blessed with its power are able to protect and defend those in need. This mythical figure has been immortalized in books and stories throughout history, and is said to come to the aid of those in need when summoned. I glared at the monster with rage, my eyes blazing with fury. I had been pushed to my limits and I was determined to make the monster pay for daring to disturb my mother's funeral. The light illuminated the room, and I could see the monsters beginning to cower in fear. I had summoned a powerful force. With a loud roar of determination, I unleashed a powerful beam of light from my hands, and I could feel the warmth of the energy radiating through me. The monsters were sent flying through the air, and the room filled with a blinding light. I had defeated the monsters and I was filled with an immense sense of satisfaction and pride.
Everyone around me gasped in shock as the woman pointed at me, her eyes wide with fear. "She is the devil! Look at her bloody red eyes!" she shouted, her voice trembling with terror. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room piercing into me as I stood there, frozen in shock. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my hands trembling as I tried to comprehend what was happening. "It is not me," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. "I am not the devil!" I said, my voice growing firmer. I looked around the room and saw the fear in everyone's eyes, and I knew I had to do something to prove that I was not the devil. I raised my hand and summoned a powerful beam of light, illuminating the room with a blinding light. Everyone around me gasped in awe as the light filled the room, and I could see the fear in their eyes fading away. I had done it. I had proven that I was not the devil.
I snap my fingers with a flourish, conjuring up a magical spell. The surrounding people are instantly entranced, their minds wiped of what just happened and the sights they had just witnessed. People slowly came back to reality, looking around with a dazed expression on their faces. They glanced at each other in disbelief, wondering what had just happened. Had it all been a dream? Was it real? As the reality of the situation slowly sunk in, they looked around in confusion, trying to make sense of it all. They had experienced something that was so far beyond their comprehension that they didn't know what to make of it. No one could truly explain what had just happened, but they all knew that it had been something extraordinary. But that woman remembered everything. She knew that I had used a magic spell to make them forget about what had just happened. She stayed silent, not knowing what to say, but an evil smile appeared on her face. She knew that I had used my powers to control the situation and manipulate the people around me. She knew that I was capable of great things, and she was not about to forget that.
'I didn't expect there would be such a large amount of damage. How fool I am to use all my powers, now I feel so exhausted; i thought in myself while people watching and amazed about what I did. Suddenly, the sky cleared up, revealing a bright blue sky that was filled with sunshine. At the same time, my hair turned back to its original color, a deep shade of brown. Everyone looked around in awe, amazed by the transformation that had just taken place. It was like a miracle had just occurred, and they were all witnesses to it.
"Long live to the Saintess!!"
"Long live to the Saintess!!"
"Long live to the Saintess!!"
The sound of a crowd cheering can often be overwhelming and make me feel nauseous. In some ways, it's almost like a physical force pushing in on me. I hate being in a large group of people who are all making noise. It's too loud and too overwhelming, and it's often hard to think or focus. I find myself wanting to escape and just find a quiet place to be. It's not that I don't like crowds, I just find it hard to deal with them when they are too loud. All I want is a little bit of peace and quiet.
The man wearing a pure white robe, adorned with a cross necklace, had the undivided attention of the crowd as he spoke. His presence alone commanded respect, and when he began to speak, his words carried an air of authority. He announced something, though no one knew what it was, that made everyone in the crowd take notice. His voice was booming, yet gentle, and his words seemed to hold special significance. Whatever the man had to say, it was sure to be important.
"Today, I, the Pope, am thrilled to announce the birth of a new Saintness, my beloved daughter Avyanna Mira! It is an honor for me to recognize her holiness and goodness, and I am confident that she will serve as a source of inspiration for many generations to come. As a Saintness, she will bring light and joy to the world and her example will be one of love and charity. May God bless her and guide her as she embarks on this amazing journey. Amen." He announced firmly and my heart sank as I heard the news. I looked at him with awe in my eyes, trying to hide my disappointment. I sighed and felt a wave of sadness wash over me. I was happy of course that people recognize me as human, but I couldn't help but feel envious.
I was going to be a Saintness, while half monster? Who would believe in that news? It seemed impossible, yet here I am. I am the daughter of a siren, and I was chosen to be the Saintness. Everyone was surprised and shocked to hear the news, especially since it was so unexpected. My family was equally taken aback. They had hoped for a more traditional Saintness, and were disappointed that I was part monster. But, beneath the initial shock, they were also proud of me. They realized that this was a great honor and a chance for me to do something truly meaningful. Now that I have been chosen, I am determined to make the best of it. I will be a Saintness that people can believe in, monster or not. I want to prove that I am capable of being a strong leader, and I will do whatever it takes to achieve that. I am sure that people will come to see me as the Saintness they can trust and respect.
I can still remember that day as if it was yesterday. The day I was declared the Saintess for the first time. As I stood in the middle of the crowd, I heard the people cheering for me, and I couldn't believe my ears. After all, me and my mother had been labeled as monsters for so long. I felt a wave of emotion wash over me, and I suddenly realised that this was the start of my new life. I felt a newfound sense of purpose, and I knew that I was ready to begin my journey. No matter what challenges I faced, I was determined to make the most of my newfound identity. I had no idea where it would take me, but I was sure that it would be an incredible journey.
"Thank you for your warm welcome. I'm very appreciative of the kindness you have shown me and I'm excited to start our journey together. I'm sure that in the future, we will be able to share many experiences and build a strong, lasting friendship." I bow to them in gratitude and offer a small smile as I thank them for this opportunity.
As a child, I never could have imagined that I would end up as a doll for my family, a mere puppet to be manipulated and undermined. I thought I was making the right decision, but in the end, it turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. I regret it deeply. I feel like I'm stuck in a cycle of making the same mistakes. If I ever have a chance to come back in the past I'm going to make sure to never make the same mistake again.
Just a few days ago I was living in a castle with my new family, although my so called father had always told me to remain in the temple. I had never seen any of my family apart from my father, until the incident.
As I walked down the hallway, I encountered a familiar woman. She had a head of scarlet hair and emerald eyes that sparkled in the light. Her face was one that I had seen many times before, but there was something different about her this time. She looked more confident and determined than ever before. I stopped in my tracks, feeling a strange connection to her that I couldn't explain. We both stood there for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, before she even make a scene she smirk at me and I feel a cold blood running over me. She's giving me a feeling of goosebumps.
"The monster child running down the hallway seemed to have a lack of direction and discipline?" She babbled, I rolled my eyes in response to what she said, not even bothering to dignify her comment with a response. I was unimpressed, and it was clear that I had no intention of engaging further. My facial expression and body language spoke volumes, making my feelings known without a single word. I had no interest in anything she had to say, and chose to simply ignore her.
I was taken aback by her sudden outburst and the force of her grip on my arm. She had never spoken to me in such a way before, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment and anger. I wanted to scream and hit her, but instead I just stood there, looking into her eyes and feeling the pressure of her fingers around my arm.
"Is this how your mother raised you?" she spat out. "Well, what do I expect from someone like you? You're nothing but a monster!"
The words felt like a slap in the face, and I felt my heart sink. I wanted to tell her that she was wrong, that I was not a monster, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I just stared at her, my eyes full of hurt, and tried to not let my tears fall.
"Please," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Don't talk to me like that."
She looked away, and the grip on my arm loosened. I stepped away and rubbed my arm, feeling the pressure of her fingers still there. I wanted to say something else, to tell her that I was not a monster, but I couldn't find the words. I looked up at her, my eyes still wet with tears, and bowed my head in respect.
I stand tall, my shoulders square, my face expressionless. I know she will not be taken aback, as she has seen my strength before. I know I must maintain this façade, as it is part of my armor.
I greet her with a polite nod and a murmured, "My Lady, I humbly beg your pardon for my tardiness in greeting you. My name is Avyanna Mira, and I am here by the Cardinal's express permission. If you have any issue with me, I would be happy to arrange a meeting with the Cardinal to address it. Again, I apologize for my rudeness."
I can't let her see any of my weaknesses, no matter how small. She has the power to ruin my reputation, and I must not give her that satisfaction. I must continue to be strong and stoic, no matter what. I can't afford to let my guard down around her, as she could easily exploit any vulnerability. She may try to manipulate me or use her words to hurt me. I must stay vigilant and not let my emotions take over. My future depends on it. I will continue to stand strong and not let her break me. I will continue to be aware of her words and actions, and not let her ruin my reputation. I vow to protect my name, and never give her the satisfaction of getting the better of me.
"My fellow knights, I am here to warn you of the danger that has befallen us. A demon is among us, disguised as a Saintess! We must act fast to save ourselves from the impending doom."
"I urge you to take this girl out of the temple immediately. Despite her appearance and demeanor, she is not what she seems. She will bring destruction upon us if we do not act now. Let us not be complacent, but take swift action before it's too late."
The knight then came into the hallway, asking what was happening. The woman responded saying that they must take me out. The knight, in a polite manner, said that they could not do so as the Pope had given them orders to take care of me. The woman continued to complain, and the Pope, along with a small child on his side, heard the argument.
"Why are you here, mother?" The child asked, his voice were cold and emotionless. There was a long pause as the mother stared at her child, unsure of how to respond. After a moment, she sighed, her gaze turning somewhere far away. "I'm here because, I want to visit you but look who is in my way." She had been explaining her point of view, but the last sentence she uttered made me furious. It seemed like she was trying to blame this entire situation on me, when in reality it was her actions that had made it worse. I couldn't believe she had the audacity to say such a thing. I was so angry that I want to punch that face of her.
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