The World. [ Contest Entry ]

One would consider any person who simply walked out in the open just like that, while they were amidst the territory of the enemy. 

But in the shine of the pale moonlight, not a soul had noticed her disappearance as the scarlet-haired girl wandered out of her quarters together with her newly given weapon held tightly in her hand, taking off into the night with silent steps. 

How long had it been? How long had they been searching? What was the point of this all? 

Many questions clouded her mind as she casted her gaze upon the moon, her lips pressed together into a thin line as though it was to hint her uncertainty of the happenings of.. everything in general. It was all so utterly disconcerting and odd to her, despite how she thought she had gotten used to it. Her companions were anything but unkind to her, and did everything in their power to make her welcomed-- but it did not aid in her inquiries regarding the whereabouts of her friend. 

And the first thought that occurred to her immediately after was anything but pleasant. 

With that, a sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, raising it and holding it steady with both of her hands-- her eyes focusing on the edge of her weapon. Like predator watching prey, she lunged at the nearby demon and slashed at it, forcing an angered cry not to escape her lips. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that her friend had to be taken away, it wasn't fair that it had to be her friend, it wasn't fair that it hurt so much--

Any amounts of screaming did not at all allow her to feel any better, needless to say fighting with the demons did anything either. Her thoughts, roaring in her mind. Her tears, streaming down her cheeks. Her heart, throbbing in her chest.

And your lack of confidence will be your ultimate downfall.

Pain was the first sensation she felt upon the demon landing a hit on her, followed by a hiss of pain escaping her lips, her life source trailing down her brow as she brought herself up to her feet. 

Was she really so pathetic to be unable to fight such a mere demon? How was she to find her friend if she were to be taken out by a single blow, and unable to utilise her skills? 

Gloria stood, steadying herself and her weapon, before launching herself towards the demon once more.

           There are two types of people in this world:
                                             The hunter, and the hunted.
            You only get to pick one, and there's no turning back after that.
                            Or you die.

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Violet eyes stare into the night, her sword unsheathed and tainted with blood-- the prey slain, and the predator victorious. The world was not a fairy tale, and those who did not fight back, would only face its consequences. 

Only the strong will survive. But for now, the night was young, and no one was around.

And her tears finally fell.