Apexion’s vision shifted, and he started to see the world from Lyra’s perspective.
From the mont Lyra could walk, she had to endure extre torture at the hands of the first prince, whether punches, kicks, clipping of wings—you na it, her life was terrible, and it got even worse when she reached maturity.
She was forced to endure terrible things and do terrible things.
On one fateful day, she awakened an innate ability, one pertaining to blood [blood burn]. This ability allowed her to increase her strength by burning the very blood within her body.
But she knew that even with this innate ability, she wouldn’t be able to defeat her torntor.
She wouldn’t be able to enact the sa suffering they enacted on her upon them a hundredfold, at least not yet, for the royal family had over fifteen Emberians equal to emperor rank experts, and she was just a small veteran rank equivalent.
So she hid the fact that she had awakened an ability from her masters and endured like she had, endured the unjust suffering of the world, endured, and endured!
Soon she secretly beca a supre rank. That was when she decided to escape; she planned it carefully. When it was her turn to restock supplies outside, that’s when she would make her move.
Soon, it was ti to restock the palace supplies; everything went according to her plan. As soon as she and the supply team flew ten kiloters outside of the capital, she attacked them by surprise and killed them one by one.
It was the first ti she had taken the life of another, but she wasn’t affected psychologically, and if anything, she had taken pleasure in it, taking the life of another.
Her mind had already been twisted and warped from all the torture.
After killing them, she escaped on the ground, for it was safer than the sky.
If anyone was going to co for her, which she knew they would, they would most likely track her from the sky, which they were more than capable of. After all, why would a creature escape on the ground when it could soar in the sky?
She fled for thousands upon thousands of kiloters until eventually, she arrived at the edge of the continent before the endless lava.
She gazed at the lava for a second, then dove into it, not in the hope of escaping, but in the hope that it would burn away the filth from her body, and be rid of her self-perceived taintedness.
She closed her sparkless eyes, gave up controlling her body, and let the lava take her to wherever, as long as it was far away from the royal capital.
She drifted within the depths of the crimson lava for days when suddenly her instincts sensed danger. She opened her eyes and saw a frog-like creature supre heading for her at extre speed.
As she gazed at the creature, a small part of her wanted to stay still and let it devour her, but how could she die without drowning the royals in incomprehensible pain?
She scread out wrathfully as her body started to pulse with her innate ability, and her strength increased twofold. Then she punched the creature with strength.
Boom! Splat!
The punch exploded the creature’s body and created a small lava pocket. After killing the creature, she blurred upwards outside the lava and to the closest land she could see.
Arriving at the land, she noticed that it was unrecognizable.
Soon she realized she was on an unexplored part of the continent. She decided to live there from now on while increasing her strength until she was strong enough to enact her grueso revenge.
A few days later, she felt sothing was off about her body.
It was then She realized that she was pregnant, pregnant with the disgusting spawn of her abuser. Her eyes shone with extre hate, and she raised her right hand to strike her stomach and put an end to the life within, but right before she made contact, she paused.
She couldn’t do it; after all, it was her baby, even though it was the baby of a disgusting creature, it was her still baby, her child. She sat on the ground in the fetal position, hugged her knees, her shimring wings enveloped her like a cocoon, and wept for the first ti in years.
Soon she beca a king rank warrior. A little while after, she gave birth to an adorable little baby girl. The mont she gazed upon her, she felt sothing she never had before: love. Motherly love blood within her sorrowful heart, and a shimr of light unknowingly sparkled within her full and empty eyes. At that mont, the child beca her purpose to live, other than revenge; the child beca her anchor, anchoring her to the land of the living.
Ti passed, and her daughter had almost reached the age of maturity. Over the years, her thoughts on revenge had sowhat wavered; a part of her now wanted to only live a peaceful life with her daughter. Ti passed; she had comprehended the true aning of blood and beca an emperor rank.
But thinking about her, she decided to put off revenge for the ti being, at least until her baby girl beca a king rank herself.
Ti passed with the love of her daughter, and ti her heart had gained peace.
Ti passed, and suddenly sothing unexpected happened: he showed up, her abuser, and he showed up with over seven emperor ranks plus him.
’How? How did he find her?’ She scread in her mind as she grabbed her daughter and escaped. She knew she couldn’t defeat that many emperors, especially with her daughter. They chased her; fortunately, she escaped, but it was not without a price.
She had lost her wings, but that wasn’t an issue, for they had the ability to grow back, but her daughter, her precious baby, had suffered a will attack that caused her ego to crack, and she had fallen into a coma.
Her eyes showed extre self-hate and killing intent. She partially blad herself; if she hadn’t delayed her revenge and assassinated the first prince, none of this would have happened.
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