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Staring up at the cold hardened gaze if your future self was.. terrifying. Scars were littered over their body. A black and crimson suit adorned your future self. Silver accents and an intricate silver crows mask. They.. you stared down at yourself now. Judgement written in their gaze. You stepped back. Until your future self softens their gaze and kneels down. Offering you a gentle hand. Pulling you now into a hug. One filled with apologies and pity.

"nothing that wasn't my fault."

Back then you didn't know what it meant. But now. Fifteen years later. Looking down at past you. Dressed in overalls with bandaids on your knees speaking the same words you once did. You realised exactly what you had meant. Blood stained your hands. Screams echoed in your head. Things had gone wrong. But as you kneeled down and hugged your past self just as you remember being done to your own self all those years ago you can't help but repeat the sentiment.

"nothing that wasn't my fault."

You and your friends, age ten, meet your adult selves from fifteen years in the future. Some are surprised, others are delighted, but you… you’re afraid of this person. “What… happened to us?”

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a short comic about witches and wishes and wanting things.

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It was the cult leader. They then has to decide if it was worth killing their leader and gratifying the gods or free them to lead once again. In the end it was a split vote. Nobody could decide. Nobody knew what to do. The leader refused to speak and the cult wasn't sure if it was because they couldn't or just didn't know either.

Hesitation rippled through the cult. Nobody took charge. They didn't have the courage. This man had led them for decades. He raised some of them even. But tradition... Until a woman in red steps up. Nobody truly cared for the women in the cult. They were mainly there for children and other womanly purposes. However this woman was known for being rebellious against the cults typical approach as seen by the lashings scars over her back and arms.

People whispered and murmured as the woman, Lilith, stopped up to the alter upon which the leader was tied. Her eyes cold. This man had mistreated her from the start. She held no pity. Picking up the sacrificial knife Lilith raised it. Gasps were heard. Men came up to stop her. Only to be cut back by an invisible force. As if the god himself was in charge of this.

The death was clean. The knife blocking too much blood spill. Lilith held no remorse for her actions. Some cultists cried. Their leader diminished. Lilith turned to the cult speaking only once. The people her stomped on her. Treated her as dirt. Her and the many other women. Eyes narrowed as she stepped forward to each male cultist. Everyone had mistreated her or another woman. She was fed up.

Nobody could touch her. Bodies dropped behind Lilith. Death following her like a dog on a leash. The women she left unharmed. But any man she came upon in that locked scarface room ended up a body in the floor. The women held no remorse for the lost members. Instead watching Lilith stalk through the crowd. Bodies in her wake. She reached the door. No man stood before her now and the women didn't bat an eye at the corpses before them.

In a room of cold eyes and empty hearts not a single tear was split over those lost. What was left of the men was burned in celebration. Women dancing around the bonfire in what would be called a satanic ritual like manner by any local who passed. Unaware of what truly made up that burning fire of rage. The cult rebuilt. But not a single man was viewed within the small set up the cultists had.

Decades later when their leader Lilith was inevitably passed into deaths hand to join the god they worshipped dearly any who wandered to see her stone would see the cold words she spoke that night of feminine rage engraved in pure diamond.

"I ought to Let the reaper claim my soul only for you to weep upon my corpse with the tears of a god long forgotten as the shadows crawl along my bones as the world drags my body beneath its cold surface never to be spoken of again."

When the eldest of the royal children was kidnapped and brought to the ritual table to be the new vessel for the cult's god, they seem oddly fine with it. It was in the middle of the ritual that the eldest royal revealed…

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- jack sparrow

"The treasure is dirt?" "Yup, magic dirt, absolutely anything planted in it will grow and bear fruit"

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It was a shock. The dragon always chose those who would become some of the most successful mages in the world. I didn't think I would become anything great. And now I would have to become a disappointment to the dragon too? Or perhaps it's because I'm stupid. I had hoped to disappear into the dark once school finished. Spose that was too much to ask for.

The first lesson was hard. I can't do half the stuff the dragon asked of me. And when I could it always went backwards. Summon light? It was lightning. The forest needed a whole squad to come down to fix it. Make something teleport? I made it vanish. Completely. It just ceased to exist. I had asked why over and over why I was picked. But the dragon just never responded. Instead just giving more commands. This was going to be a long semester.

By lesson five I was over it. This whole bullshit tutor thing was doing absolutely nothing for me. I'm still absolutely shit at doing anything. I can't summon or make things. I just can't. And whatever I can do always, always turns backwards. The same as lesson one. I am done with this bull crap. I am not doing this again. Ever.

I skipped lessons six and seven. Today I am now back for lesson eight. The dragon hunted me down and forced me to sit. I think even she's frustrated with me. Or maybe I'm just saying that since the dragon has never said a word about my lack of progress. I should stop even going to this school. I'm being bullied now about being chosen yet still sucking at everything. Maybe I can convince my moms to pull me out. I doubt it though.

Lesson sixteen went by as per usual. No change. At all. Only my fuck ups are getting worse. Perhaps I'm the issue here. Actually why is that the last thing I can come up with? Obviously I'm the issue. My moms refused to pull me out. Saying that I'm fine and if the bullies try shit again I can just fight back. Only they disagreed there and fought over whether it be physical or verbal. I left the two after that. The dragon has now spoken to my moms too. Not sure what about since I supposedly wasn't allowed to listen. This sucks.

Lesson thirty two I actually made progress. I think at least. I was asked to make a cloud. And I did it. It was a storm cloud and it rained immensely after wich cut the lesson short but I did it. Maybe I can do this. I can do this. Maybe. It's still pouring outside. And I'm in a closet because one of the boys in my normal class tried to cast fireball on me and I had to run to escape him. It's dark in here.

Lesson fifty was an hour ago. The dragon seems pleased by the little progress I've made. Thus far I've always overdone the spells I can cast. The dragon says she now knows how to properly help me. Apparently these last fifty lessons have been trials to see if I actually am what I am. I don't know what I am. So this is stupid.

I'm not a mage. I'm a fucking sorcerer. This is why I've struggled. I'm doing this shit wrong. The dragon chose me because of this. I've been transferred to the sorcerer's track and am now one of the most successful students there! No more bullies. My lessons with the dragon continue but I'm now a lot better. Alot alot better.

My final lesson was today. It was a bit silly. The dragon only said one sentence before I graduated and stopped being her student. It was silly actually. Just a stupid sentence about being in the wrong environment and learning the way I can't doesn't make me less than others. But still. I'll hold the words close.

Every 500 years, the dragon who founded the Academy arrives to choose a student to tutor directly. You are the weakest mage on record and she has chosen you.

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He's cute

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Ayo repunzel they stole your weapon

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Alina stares at Liam. What was he in about with this vampire bullshit. Was she in some sort of reverse twilight? Alina steps forward only for Liam to step back.

"Liam.. I'm not a vampire. I don't understand what you're on about."

Liam scoffs in her face. He has to be pulling her leg. Surely he's not so into his head he thinks she's a vampire and stalking him.

"look at you! Obviously your a vampire! Your pale and have red eyes and you hate garlic!"

Alina wants to slap him now. Was Liam not listening when she introduced herself to him six months ago. Is he that obsessed with the idea of a vampire stalking him.

"I am albino and have I'm allergic to garlic."

Alina says slowly. Watch as Liam scoffs at her again in scepticism. Surely he's not stupid. Alina knew he liked vampires and such but she didn't think he was one of those crazy obsessive fans.

"as if. You're so a vampire."

Liam responds as he walks forward. Forcing Alina into the sun as if to prove a point. But nothing happens. No shimmering no burning alive. Just. Alina glaring at Liam as he stares in shock.

"but... But all the signs!"

He screams as he circles Alina. Forcing her to only get more and more frustrated.

"like I said I'm albino. And if this is how you react I don't want to be friends anymore."

"Okay, what's true and what's bullshit?" "Excuse me?!" "Look, cut the crap, I know you're a vampire, and you've been stalking me for whatever reason. I just want to know what's real and what's not. Am I dealing with Bram Stoker or Stephanie Meyer here?"

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You were very proud of your decision. Your best friend was too. Maybe it's because you chose them. This whole thing was originally a joke. Just something to cause a slight shock amongst the kingdom. But seeing the reaction and how most people reacted you both decided that you were in too deep now so to just go with it.

Half the kingdom was disgusted with your decision. The other half. Absolutely delighted. Both were at war while you and your bestie watched from the sidelines. It was causing a massive uproar. Not a damaging one but one that reminds you of siblings bickering. Besides who doesn't love a good conflict every now and then. It's not like you ruled the kingdom yet. Your mother wasn't quite ready to step down. Perhaps this is why.

It was the actual wedding that caused the most arguments. It had been an absolute wreck. Protesters had invaded only to be driven back by supporters. It had caused a massive fight. But since nobody had any actual weapons they used food. So it turned into a massive food fight. This was objectively funnier than what you and your friend anticipated. Both of you were nearly dying of laughter. Your mother was less than pleased. This is definitely why you aren't queen yet. Worth it.

It's been three years now. People are still upset. But it's mostly been settled. Thanks to your mother of course. Whenever you and your now partner go out for walks though you either get scolding looks or people practically dying of happiness whenever they see you. It was great.

Being aromantic had been difficult for you. Your best friend being asexual was just as hard. Both of you being girls had been even worse. So a qpr had been a great decision despite the chaos it caused. Besides you and your now wife were only grounded for three more centuries.

As the princess and heir apparent of the kingdom you are the most sought after woman in the whole kingdom, with suitors lining up every day to ask for your hand in marriage. Today you finally accept the proposal of a suitor, causing a massive scandal.

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It was raining. Ironic considering the situation. Not that you blamed anyone for not being here. You were a villain. A monster. But Elena wasn't. She had been a teacher. She hadn't done a single thing wrong. You hadn't deserved her. Never would. But still. Not even her coworkers or students came. You had invited them. You made sure of it. But here you are. Alone. Standing infront of the gravestone that has your wife's name on it. You don't know what to do now. There wasn't much else to do. But it felt wrong just... Continuing. You know Elena would want you to move on. Keep going. But without her you don't think you have the energy.

"y'know you didn't have to make even me feel bad."

A voice breaks you from your thoughts. You know that voice. Turning around you see the hero. Full suit and everything. They look a bit guilty. Scratching the back of their neck. You freeze. You should fight them. But you don't have the energy. Perhaps being arrested would be the next best solution. You didn't exactly have anything better to do.

"what?"

You respond. The hero sighs and walks forward glancing down at Elena's grave. They look... Guilty and a bit concerned.

"I was told you'd be hosting a funeral here and I came to take you down but.. seeing you so alone and pitiful... I feel bad now. Are.. god I can't believe this, are you ok?"

Your surprised. Nobody has ever asked if you're ok. Nobody but Elena. You're not surprised they came to arrest you. You're the villain. Responsible for destruction and death everywhere. But never once did you expect the hero, who despises you the most, to ask if you're ok. And suddenly everything comes crashing down. All the pent up emotion after the crash. The emotions of dealing with the funeral. The emotions that nobody came because of the monster you are.

The hero holds you as you cry. You can't even talk. It's just tears. And the hero lets you. They hold you tightly. Mumbling comforting words. It's weird. You, the most infamous villain, sobbing into the shoulder of your worst enemy. But it doesn't feel wrong either. Perhaps it was always meant to turn out like this. Was this what Elena had meant when she said it would all be ok? Perhaps.. just maybe.. she was right. And everything would be ok.

your a super Villian/super hero who's partner just died. When the funeral was supposed to be attended, nobody came, except for one person, your arch nemesis, who came there to comfort you through these tough times