Lucretia- Home invasion

Lucretia stopped working on her students' reports because she heard a noise from her bedroom. She swallowed a lump and put her glasses on her desk. Her wavy black locks fell onto her chest and she put her hand over her mouth to muffle any noise that might come out of her mouth. She quickly turned the light of her office off and slowly crawled towards the door.  It was facing her bedroom so she could hear anyone who broke into her home. She felt her heart hit against her ribcage and it made her panic. What if the intruder could hear her? What if they could realize that she was hiding in her office? She bit her hand, hard, in an attempt to channel her frustration and fear silently. It sent a jolt down her spine but she managed to contain a painful cry. The noise became louder and this time easier to decipher. Someone was trashing her bedroom, she was now certain of it because she could hear the constant thud of her window. It sounded like someone was knocking against the window, which didn't make sense to the woman who interpreted it as someone breaking her furniture. 

Lucretia had flashbacks of the slaughter that took place fifty decades ago. She could still remember the noise of heavy boots marching on the floor, and the blood-curling screams that tore through the night. She could still remember her own blood, drawn out by a deep cut on top of her head, soaking her hair, and her chest. She could still remember seeing through the pile of bodies on top of her. She could see their assailants walking around and killing those who survived. It wasn't just war, because if it was war they would have made prisoners. They would have snatched the children and the women to turn them into slaves or servants. No. This time it was different. It was a genocide! They were trying to eradicate her whole species and make sure that there were no more unicorns left on this planet. She managed to keep her noise to a minimum level and waited for them to leave the open mass graves. It took three days spent among the bloated corpses, the blood, and other fluids, rain, and mud for her to make sure that her enemies were all gone and there was no more danger. Once she was certain, she managed to crawl her way out of the pile of bodies and while she survived, the faces of the dead, their torment, and their pain-twisted faces were burned into her soul. 

What if the same people who exterminated her people found out that she was alive? She bit harder into her hand, to the point of drawing blood. She looked at her desk for something she could use to defend herself. There was no need for her to remain hidden and pray for the intruder to leave her house. Sooner or later, they would enter her office and the best way to protect herself would be to attack first. She noticed a large pair of scissors on her table and quickly stood up. She carefully walked to her table grabbed the scissors and slowly turned around.  She clenched her fists and carefully walked out of the office. Her heart hit harder against her ribcage. Her breathing was laboured but she braced herself. As she came closer to the bedroom, the noise she heard became louder. She brutally opened her door and entered the room only to find it empty and undisturbed. The noise came from her window. A tree branch was hitting against the window because it was raining outside.  Her nerves were wrecked and she started to laugh and cry and laugh again. She sat on her bed and covered her face with both hands as she cried all her tears. She couldn't live like this any longer.

-TBC-

Lucretia - How did it feel?

How did it feel to be the last of one's kind? How did it feel to know that there would never be another being like you? 

Despair. 

That was how it felt to know that you were the only one who could keep the culture alive. That with your death, there would be nothing but legends, rumors, and in the worst case, nothingness.

Lucretia wanted to join her people in death. She wanted to die and be comforted in joining the spirits of those who went before her. She wanted to but also felt the desire to protect and preserve what was left of her culture and her people. She wanted to honor the dead and decided that if she survived, it was her duty to keep the memories of her people still alive. 

Still... 

She felt despair. 

She felt a hole that didn't grow smaller with time. 

She felt alone. 

She was alone.

aesthetic of the new girls

Lucretia Marin: "The Last Unicorn."

"She might have been the last of her kind, 

she would always find a way to carry the pride of her people."

Phoenix Rivers: "The dragon Queen who was determined to reclaim her throne."

"The fate of the world relied on her shoulders. The queen had to reclaim her heart. The queen had to reclaim her throne. She had to save the world."

Judith le Fay: "The child of Fate."

"Judith knew there was a heavy weight on her shoulders. She could either save the world or bring it down to his knees."

Gabriel Starmaker: "The messenger of God."

"She disappeared from the Silver-city because she had to find her father."

Vanya Beryl Quimaris: "The elf warrior thirsty for revenge."

"She would never rest until those who wronged her were all dead."

Leona Farrow: "A deceived woman whose leadership was stolen."

"For so many years the truth had been hidden from her. 

For so many years, she had been denied her revenge.

But not anymore."

Lux Adora:a history of bloody revenge

Abigail Newton

witches of Twilight Town

"There is something the elders don't talk about enough. They would spend hours telling us tales about lonesome witches or as they like to fancy, Wizards, who defeated ancient evil but they don't spend enough time talking about friends or covens or just a party of a couple of witches saving the day. It is always about the chosen one, or the bravest one. I see the value of friendship and how the love of someone can protect those they love. I am lucky when we think of it because I have two people I deeply care about who helped me more than once. I am lucky because their love pushes me forward. Without them I would not have had the strength to embrace my destiny, I would have rejected my power and maybe the responsibilities that come with it. Without them, I certainly would have died, or given up, or just...I wouldn't be me. I have been asked over time what kind of love I was feeling for Eleonor and Viktor. I always like to answer that this kind of love doesn't know boundaries. We are friends, family, lovers and everything under the sun. We are Love. Pure love. We are.... us. Maybe to the rest of Twilight Town, we are a weird trio, but I love us."