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not every orphan has a sad story.[break][break]
maybe her parents had been killed by monsters. maybe they just didn't care for her. dolly chose not to dwell on the things she will never get answers to and frankly, through the years, she's learned that whatever the truth was it really didn't make a difference. what has passed will stay in the past. even if it comes back to bite her in the future, that will be the future, hence something dolly can think about later when she's facing it.[break][break]
the lanky young girl finishes packing her knapsack with the few things she had to her name. it wasn't heavy at all, given that it only had a few spare pieces of clothing, a flask of water, and the money she had saved up to this day. this day, a week before her sixteenth birthday was also the day she decided to leave the orphanage. it wasn't large and there honestly weren't that many children to feed, relative to other big city orphanages across salem. the caretaker here, who had kindly given up her home as a shelter for the children, was honestly more of a foster mother. they were lucky. comfort and memorable childhoods are luxuries to orphans, and yet their 'mother' did her best to let them feel like loved children. dolly was no exception. she was in her debt as well. dolly had meant to leave without getting caught, but the mother was there, waiting to give her one last hug goodbye. it was a little too sentimental for her tastes but, this might be the last hug she would be getting for a while. dolly gratefully takes it and just like that, she was gone.[break][break]
dolly was a witch. she knew she was a fairly 'good' one too. she saw potential in herself, despite having been the only witch she had known up 'till now. it wasn't her fault that she had been left in the most un-magical town imaginable in salem. it was why she was leaving, really: to fight monsters, to find a way to unearth her potential. the best place to do that of course, obviously being sundial city. she had heard the stories of both heroes and rogue witches. dolly wanted that, to have her stories told be it bad or good. she wanted to become a witch whose name was recognizable, who would become a conversation starter among strangers, who would become a tale that an orphan girl in the middle of nowhere could dream of becoming. she wanted that fame, that glory, and she was going to get it by all means necessary. dolly was going to make sure she would get it.[break][break]
it was brutal at first. dolly still has scars from when she faced monsters on her own without any proper witch training. she fought with her sheer willpower and over-confidence. there were several times she had almost died and 'proper' witches had to save her sorry useless ass. it was a continuation of humiliation, defeat, and retreat, but honeslty the worst part of it all was getting treated like she didn't even exist. the witches that took care of the monsters for her, they didn't even so much as give her a sideways glance. that was how insignificant and disregardable she was. dolly absolutely hated the feeling. it was what made her cry and break down, rather than the actual pain from her wounds.[break][break]
there wasn't a single day, however, where she regretted this path she chose.[break][break]
not every orphan without a sad story grows up to be a hero.[break][break]
dolly's bones had all mended and hardened because they had been once broken. her scars had stitched together to create tougher skin and her ripped muscles healed to become stronger. she splashes cold water onto her face, sighing an icy puff of breath out. she slowly looks up to stare right back at her red irises burning into the mirror. droplets of water fall from her snowy white bangs as dolly's line of sight falls to exmaine her bare torso in the reflection. she wasn't sixteen anymore, it's been five years since then. dolly's hands grip at the edge of the sink tightly as she pushes herself back up, straightening to stand at her full 6ft(183cm) height. she grabs her towel to wipe her face and toss her wet hair underneath it. dolly rests the towel on one of her broad shoulders, stretching a little and rolling her toned muscles with a sigh. she gets dressed to the sound of her radio making white noise in the background. dolly laces up her boots and heads out of the inn. she looks around and takes in the night air of sundial. she was finally here. it took her long enough, all that unliscensed witchcraft and avoiding getting caught using unauthorized magic turned out to cause her long detours. dolly starts walking, her leather jacket dimly reflecting the occaisional streetlamps overhead. it didn't take much effort to choose a coven. of course she would seek out silvertongue. she would learn to become a more powerful witch all the while keeping to her own agenda. this was exactly why she was here, why she had left her life of droning repetition.[break][break]
to be broken all over again.[break][break]
heart is sick
she's a maverick
one cannot thrive in waters without strife.[break]
within the storms and rapids is where there is life.[break]
.[break]
reaching your farthest[break]
when there is no hand to take,[break]
.[break]
you will[break]
truly wake[break]
when you quiver and break.[break]
.[break]
as breath is gold with your throat in a vise,[break]
you will not know warmth before you taste ice.[break]
. . . .[break]
[break]within the storms and rapids is where there is life.[break]
.[break]
reaching your farthest[break]
when there is no hand to take,[break]
.[break]
you will[break]
truly wake[break]
when you quiver and break.[break]
.[break]
as breath is gold with your throat in a vise,[break]
you will not know warmth before you taste ice.[break]
. . . .[break]
she builds ships to wreck
not every orphan has a sad story.[break][break]
maybe her parents had been killed by monsters. maybe they just didn't care for her. dolly chose not to dwell on the things she will never get answers to and frankly, through the years, she's learned that whatever the truth was it really didn't make a difference. what has passed will stay in the past. even if it comes back to bite her in the future, that will be the future, hence something dolly can think about later when she's facing it.[break][break]
the lanky young girl finishes packing her knapsack with the few things she had to her name. it wasn't heavy at all, given that it only had a few spare pieces of clothing, a flask of water, and the money she had saved up to this day. this day, a week before her sixteenth birthday was also the day she decided to leave the orphanage. it wasn't large and there honestly weren't that many children to feed, relative to other big city orphanages across salem. the caretaker here, who had kindly given up her home as a shelter for the children, was honestly more of a foster mother. they were lucky. comfort and memorable childhoods are luxuries to orphans, and yet their 'mother' did her best to let them feel like loved children. dolly was no exception. she was in her debt as well. dolly had meant to leave without getting caught, but the mother was there, waiting to give her one last hug goodbye. it was a little too sentimental for her tastes but, this might be the last hug she would be getting for a while. dolly gratefully takes it and just like that, she was gone.[break][break]
dolly was a witch. she knew she was a fairly 'good' one too. she saw potential in herself, despite having been the only witch she had known up 'till now. it wasn't her fault that she had been left in the most un-magical town imaginable in salem. it was why she was leaving, really: to fight monsters, to find a way to unearth her potential. the best place to do that of course, obviously being sundial city. she had heard the stories of both heroes and rogue witches. dolly wanted that, to have her stories told be it bad or good. she wanted to become a witch whose name was recognizable, who would become a conversation starter among strangers, who would become a tale that an orphan girl in the middle of nowhere could dream of becoming. she wanted that fame, that glory, and she was going to get it by all means necessary. dolly was going to make sure she would get it.[break][break]
it was brutal at first. dolly still has scars from when she faced monsters on her own without any proper witch training. she fought with her sheer willpower and over-confidence. there were several times she had almost died and 'proper' witches had to save her sorry useless ass. it was a continuation of humiliation, defeat, and retreat, but honeslty the worst part of it all was getting treated like she didn't even exist. the witches that took care of the monsters for her, they didn't even so much as give her a sideways glance. that was how insignificant and disregardable she was. dolly absolutely hated the feeling. it was what made her cry and break down, rather than the actual pain from her wounds.[break][break]
there wasn't a single day, however, where she regretted this path she chose.[break][break]
i'm what gods forbid
not every orphan without a sad story grows up to be a hero.[break][break]
dolly's bones had all mended and hardened because they had been once broken. her scars had stitched together to create tougher skin and her ripped muscles healed to become stronger. she splashes cold water onto her face, sighing an icy puff of breath out. she slowly looks up to stare right back at her red irises burning into the mirror. droplets of water fall from her snowy white bangs as dolly's line of sight falls to exmaine her bare torso in the reflection. she wasn't sixteen anymore, it's been five years since then. dolly's hands grip at the edge of the sink tightly as she pushes herself back up, straightening to stand at her full 6ft(183cm) height. she grabs her towel to wipe her face and toss her wet hair underneath it. dolly rests the towel on one of her broad shoulders, stretching a little and rolling her toned muscles with a sigh. she gets dressed to the sound of her radio making white noise in the background. dolly laces up her boots and heads out of the inn. she looks around and takes in the night air of sundial. she was finally here. it took her long enough, all that unliscensed witchcraft and avoiding getting caught using unauthorized magic turned out to cause her long detours. dolly starts walking, her leather jacket dimly reflecting the occaisional streetlamps overhead. it didn't take much effort to choose a coven. of course she would seek out silvertongue. she would learn to become a more powerful witch all the while keeping to her own agenda. this was exactly why she was here, why she had left her life of droning repetition.[break][break]
to be broken all over again.[break][break]
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