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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15

Third Person's POV

A time beyond time when the Purple Paragon was on the hunt for the other six selves.

 

"Hey, little human! I command you to never go anywhere. Do you understand?" Purple exclaimed.

 

"But I'm hungry, Purple." The little girl cried desperately.

 

"Stay here. I'll try to find a way to get you something to eat," Purple said, turning her gaze away from the little girl.

 

"But how? You can't be seen," the little girl said worriedly.

 

"Did you forget I am a capable being, more capable than you humans could imagine?" Purple furrowed her forehead and rolled her eyes.

 

"Ok. I trust you, Purple. Be back as soon as possible, ok?" The little girl sounded terrified, but she tried hard to look strong so that Purple wouldn't worry.

 

"Whatever human." Purple crossed her arms over her chest and stormed away.

 

"Thank you, Purple." The little girl giggled at Purple's behavior. 

 

"Silence!"

 

Purple spread her wings and flew over a cliff where an overview of a small town could be seen. Purple usually sat on the very edge of the cliff and got herself lost in thoughts of what went wrong millions of years ago and why she felt so much hatred towards humans when they were created to serve humans in the first place.

 

She stood there for a couple of minutes, then vanished into thin air.

 

Purple quietly appeared in an alley where people seldom pass by. She stared at her reflection from one of the windows of an old, unoccupied house.

 

She looked exactly like a human. No wings; long, dark, silky hair that turns purple under daylight; hazelnut brown eyes; soft pinkish lips; smooth, radiant skin.

 

She felt so proud that she had already mastered her craft of shapeshifting. She had been doing it since she was thrown down after the war, so blending in would not cause her any trouble.

 

The walk downtown was easy, though Purple was anxious from time to time. She had to stay focused to be able to get back to the little girl.

 

She asked for human pennies in exchange for her help. After some time, she had gathered enough to buy food that would last the little girl for three weeks.

 

Purple wanted to make sure no harm could come to the little girl or any reason that might cause her death.

 

On her way back to the alley, Purple caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar figure. But she knew it would be impossible. She shoved the thought off and made a stop at a shop owned by an old woman, from whom she often bought clothes for the little girl.

 

"Give me these," Purple said, scanning other clothes that would fit the little girl.

 

She knew that the little girl had outgrown her clothes already and that it was just about time to buy new ones to protect her from possible illnesses too.

 

"You look so young to have a child, but I see you're also looking for something to protect your daughter against the curse spreading out of town?" The old lady asked with a very weak voice.

 

"What do you mean?" Purple asked, puzzled by what she heard, while she remained looking for something that the little girl could use. She couldn't be that obvious about being so interested in the story.

 

"It's been a month since people, especially children, started getting sick. No one knew the cause. No medicine could cure those who were affected. One of the villagers then one time said that while he was out to go pick firewood in the forest, he saw a very strange figure that looked like a person. He thought of asking if that person needed help, but to his surprise, as he approached closer, the figure turned out to be one of the Six Cursed from the old tales. It was huge, with torn red wings, fiery eyes, teeth like those of a wild animal, long, bloody hair that reached its feet, and a body covered with so many scars. The villager hurried back to warn the people. According to tales, when one of the Six Cursed is seen somewhere, the land will be in vain." The old lady said.

 

"Really? Where is that man now who saw the creature?" Purple asked with high hopes that somehow, the creature seen from the woods was Red.

 

She had been feeling a presence for quite some time now, but she kept ignoring it, knowing the other six had perished along with their sins.

 

The memory kept haunting her every time she would remember that terrifying night she learned about the six's plan to use her to defy the Creator. She was furious, but she never imagined or wanted them to be punished so badly. They were her companions, and she never once stopped wanting to pray for the day she would be reunited with them.

 

But she had always hoped to see them someday and encourage them to repent of their sins.

 

"He's dead." The old lady said while she was packing the clothes Purple chose a piece of paper and folded it.

 

"Thank you," Purple said to the old lady.

 

Purple started walking to the spot in the alley where she came from, but someone stopped her.

 

"Young lady, I have been waiting to see you again here in town. I wanted to let you know that, you're too beautiful to just keep it for yourself. Want to gain something from it? Bigger than what you get from helping out random people." An old man asked while drinking a bottle of foul-smelling liquor.

 

"I'm sorry; I don't understand you. I need to leave. I'm in a hurry!" Purple replied.

 

"Think of it. See you again." The old man smirked and left.

 

Purple then walked back and vanished back to the cliff. She returned happily, even whistling on her way to the hut.

 

"Who do you live here with?" a male voice echoed from a distance, which halted Purple from flying.

 

"A human." Purple gasped.