I want to tell you a story.

A story where I went wrong. Horribly wrong.

It’s not a nice story, even if it has happy parts.

It’s not a fun story, though there is laughter.

But it’s a story about violence. It’s about danger. It’s about how I was supposed to be a leader.

And what I led us to.

The story could start where I am now. Here, in this cage. Here, staring at the monsters pace in front of my iron bars and occasionally grunt at the two of us speaking. But you said you wanted a story. And I might as well tell you a true one. After all, we have all the time in the world, you and I.

It started when I was young. I still had my human form then. And I wasn’t a leader. But there was one, major flaw, one major problem that occurred that day. A crime not committed by me. A crime that evolved over time and reared its ugly head when I was a girl. Can you spot it?

Idea for a story I may or may not create. We’ll find out eventually ;D