8My father named me Moraél.
It was in accordance with the prophecies.
I was destined to destroy: I would bring ruin and devastation upon the world, and stand as its conqueror, the empress of ashes, flame and shadow.
Is it not ironic, my name? It sounds so much like the word "moral." It is so close to something noble and good.
Moraél.
I hate the name, and I hate the man that gave it to me. And I hate myself for giving in to its meaning; I did not fight hard enough. I could not fight hard enough.
Moraél, daughter of the unholy, born in the rubble of the radiant city. The dark maiden. The cursed one.
I am not pure evil.
I am not pure evil.
One glimmer of light stays close to my heart, buried so deep that no one can see it, no one can harm it, no one can steal it away. It is the most precious thing in the world. It is the last of the spirit of Mora.
And I must sacrifice it to repay for the destruction that my destiny has wrought.
I must do the one deed I dread most. The one deed that I cannot do. The ultimate act of evil.
When it is done, what will I be? Will I finally free myself of my name? Or will I remain, eternally and inexorably, Moraél?
Or shall I just be empty?
I tremble.
[[[[Author's note: yep, another random prologue. This one I might actually continue. Moraél is actually a fanfic character (the name's been changed, and so has the setting and pretty much everything else), but since I don't write fanfic, I decided to adapt it. Guess who it's based on!
Hey, I couldn't resist—it just seemed like such a good story idea. And I like writing in Moraél's voice. Evil people rock! Hehe. Sorry this was so short.
Chapter one should actually be up in a week. Maybe more—I have cello auditions and an English paper this week, so I'm gonna be busy.
Go read The Quicksilver Medallion, my main project! Go now! Shoo! ~~Scotia Li]]]]