SHORT LIVED VICTORY

Flosi awoke to find herself laying on her bed. Sunny was snuggled up next to her, purring in her sleep. Sunny's soft fur brushed against her face. Flame was laying at the other end of the bed, grooming his paw. She got up and streached, careful to not disturb Sunny. She flew down to the floor, and then went to take a shower. The soap, shampoo, and conditioner all smelled like the forest. When she got out of the shower, she used her toothpaste which smelled like roses. She chose a bright yellow dress to wear, the back of the skirt of the dress was longer than the front, and the waistline was made with thread that sparkled like gold. Her hair sparkled so wondrously in the light that shined in through the bathroom window. She leaped out the window, and spread her wings. As she floated down she saw something that she should not be seeing. The muscly bodies of the Enyo recruits. She grabbed her sword as quickly as she could, screamed something about the minions, then flew to them as fast as possible. It appeared to be a huge ocean of muscle. They all grouped together in an ugly swarm, their sharp white teeth glinting in the sunshine. They smelled of sweat, and they all had a horrific amount of muscle, and everybody had hair cut so perfectly and the same black uniform. She started to slash at them, after all all of the good ones had been with Enyo. She slashed off head by head, and she started to feel like a killer. These people could be innocent. She put the thought out of her mind and continued to hack away. Head after head fell to the ground, blood splattered against her face. The ground seemed to be flooded with blood. Blood flew through the air, and the sound of clashing swords filled it. Heads rolled to the ground, like balls, and fell right into a nearby stream where the fish started to feast. Blood fell from the sky like rain, and the whole world was just one big bloodbath. The blue sky had turned red, almost as if to match the blood, but she knew it was just the sunset. Somebody stared at her in dismay, and she wasn't quite sure why. Then she looked down at the blood to see her reflection, and to her horror, her eyes were glowing, and both of them had turned yellow. She shook her head to get the image out, then continued to hack away. She flew through the air, killing so many of the minions that the world just blurred. All of it. Just one repetitive motion. Swing the sword, swing the sword, swing the sword. Death, death, death. Over and over. The cycle would not stop. Hundreds of minions surrounded her, all slashing at her. They slashed each other in their fight to get to her. Block after block, parry after parry, she started to feel that she was drowning. The forest seemed to wither as the fight went on. This would be the last battle of the war, but there would be no celebration. No, there wouldn't be. There would just be devastation. None could deny the fact that this war was not just some simple inconvenience. It was a-a. Well it wasn't really anything. Just meaningless death and destruction and devastation. The three Ds she had began to call them. As blood fell down on her, staining her clothes, and drenching her body in that substance called blood, it all felt like cruelty. She kept on slashing, even though they had already cleared out the minions, attempting to kill the imaginary minions she envisioned, for she had been fighting for hours on end, and now it simply felt like instinct to slash. She felt no victory, but she felt no guilt. The emotions seemed to just have been sucked out of her soul. None could be salvaged, especially after this war. She collapsed onto the ground, letting the blood soak her, and just gazed around at the now bloodstained forest.