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We are not born villains -- we become them.
PROLOGUE
How did I get here? Why am I like this? This frost and ice -- has it always been here? Lurking in the back of my mind through those sweet summer days, watching, waiting for the leaves to turn?
I wish you could tell me, Mother. I wish you could teach me how to be good. I wish you could show me the path back to virtue and serenity. I've lost my way. Somewhere down this winding road of life I took a wrong turn, but now the way back is shrouded in fog -- such a dense, thick fog that you can't see three inches before your face. It's a wall that moulds itself to everything, spills over everything, blocks out every crack of light and blinds me and terrifies me and traps me.
So I must go forward. I hate it. I can feel the sky growing black as night, the good seeping slowly out of me, and yet, I cannot go back. I'm stuck, Mother, and I'm frightened, but I can't show it. I won't show it.
I must be strong. I must fight. I must carry on. And all will hate me. All will find me loathsome. All will look and stare and wonder how such malice could exist in one so pale and feminine.
And all will say I was born this way, but they'll never realize -- not till the day the air goes stale and the Earth turns to sand -- that they made me
PROLOGUE
How did I get here? Why am I like this? This frost and ice -- has it always been here? Lurking in the back of my mind through those sweet summer days, watching, waiting for the leaves to turn?
I wish you could tell me, Mother. I wish you could teach me how to be good. I wish you could show me the path back to virtue and serenity. I've lost my way. Somewhere down this winding road of life I took a wrong turn, but now the way back is shrouded in fog -- such a dense, thick fog that you can't see three inches before your face. It's a wall that moulds itself to everything, spills over everything, blocks out every crack of light and blinds me and terrifies me and traps me.
So I must go forward. I hate it. I can feel the sky growing black as night, the good seeping slowly out of me, and yet, I cannot go back. I'm stuck, Mother, and I'm frightened, but I can't show it. I won't show it.
I must be strong. I must fight. I must carry on. And all will hate me. All will find me loathsome. All will look and stare and wonder how such malice could exist in one so pale and feminine.
And all will say I was born this way, but they'll never realize -- not till the day the air goes stale and the Earth turns to sand -- that they made me
Storytime:
Those who knew me waaay way way WAY back when (like, I'm talking 3 years ago way back when) know that I did NOT start out as a writer of horrendously philosophical and somewhat over-rated "flash vignettes" as deviantart calls them (I call them spontaneous paragraphs spliced together into a somewhat cohesive form, circulating around a general theme...but that's way too long for a category, so we'll go with DA's version).
Orignally I wrote stories. Chaptered stories. Aside from maybe small tidbits they're pretty awful, so you didn't miss much, but I loved doing them because, well, they were hella fun. I ESPECIALLY loved doing villain backstories. I've never been able to imagine a villain as being BORN evil -- but rather, BECOMING evil, through circumstances either within or without their own power. I've always loved that idea, and it's one that I see among a LOT of authors -- but not one that gets published or talked of very often.
So I used to do villain backstories to, oh, lots of people. My favorite was Snow White's mother (who I named Rowena....What. The. Hell?). Anyways, a major villainous figure who I have always loved has been Cinderella's stepmother. I find all portrayals of her fascinating, most especially that adopted by Rogers and Hammerstein for their musical version of the fairytale. Centering around my deep attraction to her is one verse in a song in that musical that always touched me where the stepmother, who is evil and nasty and bitchy as can be, sings "I fell in love with love one night when the moon was full. I was unwise with eyes unable to see. I fell in love with love, love everlasting, but love fell out with me."
Now come on. Isn't that a line that just SCREAMS "Look look I has a history"?! You have no IDEA how many times I have tried to write that backstory. Three attempts actually made it into legitimate chapters that were posted and later scrapped -- dozens more never made it past the drawing board so to speak.
Now, THIS that you see before you is the beginning of yet another attempt. Will it last a day? A month? A year? Moreover, will it ever be finished? Is it doomed to the same fate as it's sister stories? I'll be damned if I know. All I know is that last night I got 3 hours of sleep instead of 5 because this idea was circulating my brain and would NOT leave me alone.
With that (lengthy) introduction, I give you what I *hope* will be an enjoyable, dramatic, and at least semi-decently-written history to, in my opinion, one of the most complicated villains of all time.
<3
NOTE: Title is subject to change. Nyah.
Those who knew me waaay way way WAY back when (like, I'm talking 3 years ago way back when) know that I did NOT start out as a writer of horrendously philosophical and somewhat over-rated "flash vignettes" as deviantart calls them (I call them spontaneous paragraphs spliced together into a somewhat cohesive form, circulating around a general theme...but that's way too long for a category, so we'll go with DA's version).
Orignally I wrote stories. Chaptered stories. Aside from maybe small tidbits they're pretty awful, so you didn't miss much, but I loved doing them because, well, they were hella fun. I ESPECIALLY loved doing villain backstories. I've never been able to imagine a villain as being BORN evil -- but rather, BECOMING evil, through circumstances either within or without their own power. I've always loved that idea, and it's one that I see among a LOT of authors -- but not one that gets published or talked of very often.
So I used to do villain backstories to, oh, lots of people. My favorite was Snow White's mother (who I named Rowena....What. The. Hell?). Anyways, a major villainous figure who I have always loved has been Cinderella's stepmother. I find all portrayals of her fascinating, most especially that adopted by Rogers and Hammerstein for their musical version of the fairytale. Centering around my deep attraction to her is one verse in a song in that musical that always touched me where the stepmother, who is evil and nasty and bitchy as can be, sings "I fell in love with love one night when the moon was full. I was unwise with eyes unable to see. I fell in love with love, love everlasting, but love fell out with me."
Now come on. Isn't that a line that just SCREAMS "Look look I has a history"?! You have no IDEA how many times I have tried to write that backstory. Three attempts actually made it into legitimate chapters that were posted and later scrapped -- dozens more never made it past the drawing board so to speak.
Now, THIS that you see before you is the beginning of yet another attempt. Will it last a day? A month? A year? Moreover, will it ever be finished? Is it doomed to the same fate as it's sister stories? I'll be damned if I know. All I know is that last night I got 3 hours of sleep instead of 5 because this idea was circulating my brain and would NOT leave me alone.
With that (lengthy) introduction, I give you what I *hope* will be an enjoyable, dramatic, and at least semi-decently-written history to, in my opinion, one of the most complicated villains of all time.
<3
NOTE: Title is subject to change. Nyah.
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Oh my, I am SO EXCITED. I love really excellent complicated backstories and this sounds like a good one. *leans chin on hands, stares patiently at screen*