Sitting by the hill under a tree, I was awoken from my nap by the sound of buzzing from the pesky mosquitoes. I shooed them away and got up. I guess I got tired from the 'show'. I remembered dozing off as I was watching my house burn from here as the neighbors tried to save it and the fire from spreading. Their expressions from seeing my father's dead body was the most entertaining.
I stretched my arms out in the air and yawned. I checked the time on my 'borrowed' pocket watch, it was already past midnight.
I had wasted too much time.
Whatever happened to my parents bodies, I didn't bother to check. Sliding down the hill, I went and retrieved my cart. Not a single lamp is lit, everyone seems to still be asleep. Since I got hungry I snacked on an apple from my food stock, chewing on it as I walked to the weeded area of the road. Luckily, it didn't rain today and it didn't fog either, it's a very warm summer night. Which I guess, I have my god to thank for.
The grass is dried and ready that even the roots were crisp brown and not green. I went to the village square where I could get a good view of all of the roads and alleyways. Reminiscing on my childhood as I grew up and walked through these streets. The tender moments when I had begged for food but squabbled at like a dirty dog, the gentle times when I had ran through here as my father chased me with a beating, cursing me to death, people bumping unto me and not even noticing that I had crashed unto the ground. Ahh, the children's bullying and everyone's pity. They would stop and stare, gossip about me here and there.
'Oh the poor thing'
'Oh the poor thing'
'Oh the poor thing'…couldn't you all have helped this poor thing?
Sigh. Lupa, what a shitty place. I really did endured every mistreatment just to see if any of you were worthy, from the adults down to the fetuses but this is as far as my generosity goes, I've made sure to have given you all one too many chances and now I'm afraid, there's no room to repent. It's quite ironic how this village has a temple and a gracious powerful priestess but none of them fits nowhere near the caliber of the reputable temple they live with.
'Hmm. I could have at least save one but it's late. Why not just kill them all'
I picked up a stick and swirled it around inside the lamp to cover it with lard then, I lit it and dropped it unto the ground as I fan it with my cloak until fire grew and quickly spread throughout the road. I know these streets better than anyone, from the main roads to the nook and darkest alleys. I've spread these weeds to every house in this forsaken village and made sure that everything was to be connected for this final moment.
I watched as the weeds I had carefully nurtured finally repaid all my hard sweaty labor of endless trips down the river and came to their use. The sight was to be hold, as the fire grew and ate everything in its way creeping unto houses, a beautiful maze of flames was made. My creation. This village, after all it did me a solid at raising me in time to meet the protagonist. It was going to be burnt away in the future anyway, even without me, I just hurried and did it now so it wouldn't be an inconvenience to them.
I played my role as Lupa Bricallis, she was nice and I acted nice but in the end we both got mistreated even with our graciousness. None of these people cared enough as we cared for them, none gave chances as much as we did. But the difference between me and her was that she was a saintess, even with everything they did to her, she never thought ill of them. Only that may the fays guide them to kindness, praying so tenderly. What a sweet child, and they never knew that until the day she died and they just buried her where she was found in that darn hole.
When I had my fill of the view, I left. If I had a camera I would've taken a photo.
Here, while pushing on my cart down to the main road down this mountain, I can hear them all scream. Some sounded as if they were engulfed in the fire, some yelling out to fetch water. It's not that hard for the fire to devour them when all they wear are cheap clothing and almost everything is made out of wood and hay. It was a commotion that even down to the bottom of the mountain I could still hear them ramble. I turned to look from a distance where the only thing that I could see was a brilliant light and clouds of smoke from the village. Then I continued to be on my way.
I had set the place ablaze.
Even if the village folks survived the fire, there would still be less chances in their survival since I've also poisoned their livestock and bread. From their chickens to their cows and their goats, I've fed them all poison, though the animals themselves isn't affected by it but when their poison lased meat is consumed, they'll experience massive diarrhea. And with diarrhea with improper hygiene can grow loads of other deadly bacteria. I've even put another kind of poison into their flour and rice stock from a deadly plant that I grind to dust and mixed with the flour. Anyone who eats it, may die within a few days, depending on their stamina really. And of course, there's no cure for it. Learning botany paid off after all.
Instead of going with my original concept of death in the story which was through severe child abuse turned into murder after my father had come home one night, drunk and devastated from the news of my mother's run-away affair where I (Lupa) just happens to be there so he took his anger out on me conveniently, I concluded to this. I wasn't just about to endure all that heavy beating close to (if not) death and continue healing myself until I meet the protagonist and simply leave. I wouldn't have a peace of mind, I'm just an average person.
With this, the unexpected and unfortunately devastating 'wild fire' took all the lives of the poor villagers and I, Lupa Bricallis, the protagonist's beloved childhood friend along with it. And thus, my first role ends and my new role in the story is crafted.
One where I need to be near the protagonist at all the times in order to influence him into changing the plots. And with my body being female, I have limited options to be in his standing. If I was born male, I could have easily swooped in as his right hand man. The female lead options are inevitable because all of them died therefore, bringing him more tragedy and not a happy ending, not changing the story ending at all.
So I have but one option, the only person who is in close proximity to Drazhan at all times that could also mask me from the suspicious watchful gazes of the gods.
The spoiled brat who had bought him from the slavery when he was on exile.
The woman who had made the protagonist's life even more miserable than it already was.
The terror of Laurent.
The protagonist's stalker.
This story's…Villainess.