Nuclear Rage
EXP: 64,948, Level: 10
Level completed: 99%,
EXP required for next Level: 52
I want to be a hero.
The room, darkened and full of officers and officials, focused on her.
I want to help people.
She walked in the center of the room, down the walk. Torches illuminated many unfamiliar faces as she approached her mentor.
I want to be loved.
She stopped at the steps leading up to her teacher, her general. She saluted him, then knelt before him.
I want to be respected.
He spoke words memorized from a book he had read many times.
"Felicity Rhyolite. Do you pledge to protect Whitevale at any and all costs?"
I want to be feared.
"I do."
I want to be powerful.
"Do you vow to serve this Brotherhood in your talents and abilities?"
"I do."
I want to be recognized as someone, something, important.
"Do you vow to take this duty seriously, and dedicate your mind and body to the cause?"
"I do."
I want to be a hero.
"Then by the powers vested in me, I promote you to General of the Brotherhood of Castigars."
I want...
The entire crowd of ranking roles, including her mentor, all saluted her the way she had him. She could feel the respect, the honor. So... Why then...
... Why did she still feel empty?
I...
Whitevale, her mentor, the Brotherhood. It was the fresh start, the new beginning, she had always wanted. Why then did this feel so void?
Last edited by Flamebird; 03-04-2021 at 09:16 PM.
"I can't be proud of anything. I am ashamed of everything."
"I gave my heart, my allegiance, all my energy for this and got nothing but ashes in return. What on earth did I do to deserve being chewed and spit out like this? Time and time again, it's all the same."
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