In a fantasy world,
There are two archetypes
Meant to foil each other.
In every story.
The hero of the story
Is fair and merciful.
The villagers flock up to her
Praising her with admiration.
Beloved by all
As a fair and valiant maiden.
Who brings justice to the land,
wherever she goes.
She sees the world with hope,
kindness, and admiration
But there are some who never
understood that worldview.
For all they can see is a stupid lady.
And not a lady full of compassion.
The villain of the story.
Is a mistress full of evil.
Hated and shunned by all in the land.
Once a girl abandoned by all of society
Now sets to destroy everything she touches,
All for the pain she had to endure.
No one understood her, because they feared her.
For all they see is a lady made of evil and hate
And never the scared lady.
The two face to face
Prepared fight each other,
And while a great battle was fought.
The villain eventually fell.
Now at the Hero’s feet,
She accepted her upcoming death.
But instead of death, she was met with a surprise.
Mercy by the enemy, she swore to hate.
By accepting the hero’s hand, she saw kindness.
And for the hero, relieved, she didn’t kill another.
Because she dreads the idea of taking a life.
For justice.
The two made an agreement that they would meet,
in the depths of the woods, on every Tuesday afternoon.
And so with each day, week, month, and year.
The two ladies became more and more acquainted.
Learning about each other, harboring their feelings.
Until the day when the two’s hearts grew to love one another.
And want to be something more with each other.
However the two hesitated to share their feelings.
Since one values the reputation more,
And is afraid to risk everything that has made her the hero.
And the other isn’t so sure if she can trust again.
After everything bad that happened in her life.
One felt that this love wouldn’t last, and
The other is more dedicated to her titles than her lover.
So it went on for a long time.
Until finally in the broad of daylight,
When the sun is bright, and flowers are blooming.
They finally gazed at each other, in the middle of the woods.
And declared their love for one another.
And to their surprise, the other cared for them.
Meanwhile the townsfolk from around the land, Noticed the villain.
They thought she was dead, but instead she was alive.
They notice her castle still standing,
They notice her territory uncharted,
They witness her outside her yard,
And they witness her at random times in the village.
While the hero and villain grew closer,
The villagers noticed that their beloved maiden lied to them.
And so began scheming a plan to end the villain’s reign.
Without the help of the hero.
Unbeknownst to the villagers,
The hero managed to eavesdrop on their meeting.
Feeling a surge of disgust inside her.
She ran off to the woods,
To tell her loved one the tragic news.
And when the news broke out between the two of them.
They both devised a plan,
That will save both of them.
As one reluctantly agreed to the plan.
The plan was set, and ready.
At the strike of midnight.
While the hero is sleeping.
A group of towns folks, gather around
With pitchforks, and torches.
And they marched, through the woods
Up to the Villain’s castle.
Once there, the crowd
destroyed the walls,
Burned the garden,
And smashed the window.
Throughout the night,
They destroyed and destroyed.
But yet they couldn’t find the Mistress of evil.
Inside of her own, Gothic castle.
Eventually something appeared behind the villagers.
A large,shadowy figure. Loomed over the people.
And when the poor folks turned their backs,
up lies a gigantic, bloodthirsty, dragon.
Ready to devour them all.
The villagers screamed and ran,
Dropping all their weapons in the process.
Meanwhile the dragon, chased after the people
Eating a couple of them in the process.
Soon the villagers ran off, and scattered back into the forest.
And once every villager has either run off, or got eaten.
The dragon spread its wings, and flew off in the sky.
From that day the villagers never saw the villain again.
Yet they never saw the hero again either.
Days passed, and the townsfolk yearned for the hero to return.
They set up altars, and statues in hope she would return.
But the days passed ,and the hero never returned.
So over the years the villagers forgot her presence, and deeds.
Reducing her to nothing more than just a memory.
The two now a thing in the past,
Forgotten, and irrelevant in the modern day.
But they had never been happier than ever.
In their entire lives than when they are together.