Hope.

That was the first word that came to the witch's mind as she watched the sun rise over the skyline of the tall trees. She scoffed.

Hope..

Wasn't that what those 'righteous' wizards saw in the gleaming sun?

And especially after last night?

Well.. Why wouldn't they?

The Dark Lord was gone.

The one who was going to bring them all to judgement.. had fallen.

He was defeated, once and for all.

Once and for all..

She chuckled.

Foolish wizards..

No wonder they didn't like her. No wonder they loathed her.

No wonder they never believed her.. even when she was proved right over and over again with time.

Why would they like someone who was way over their own selves and their own existence? One who was cleverer, brighter, more talented, more deserving..

way more kind than any of them ever were..?

They didn't even remember her past self; she was sure.

Why would they remember a once clever and cunning witch, who had tried to warn them, who had risked her life trying to save them and all the loss they had suffered?

After all, why put your egos down and apologise for being wrong, when you can press someone's voice down and lock them up in horrible places?

Her identity as a brilliant, inventive witch was gone.. all that was left were the scars of their cruel remarks..

She was a daydream broken by the world.. broken enough that she now resembled a nightmare..

Tom had always been right.. she thought, distastefully, but gratefully. They will never accept people like me.. no matter how hard we try.

The witch looked up at the sky. She pushed her dark blonde hair away from her face and silently challenged the sun, promising that she would drown it into clouds of gloom again. And until it decides to shine again, the storm will have ruined everything.

The entire world had wronged her, but she was taught by a dear friend how to take revenge.

A malicious smile soon grew on her lips, and her blue eyes glowed with bright streaks of gold. She felt pleasured by the power that coursed through her blood. And as she closed her eyes, she remembered the words she had promised her friend.

"Not to worry, Tom. You go fulfill your destiny.. Go after the boy. I will take care of her."

"And I will make sure she is prepared to make this world a better place."

"I will make sure she is prepared for you."

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