"To be born of tragedy and to die as one...its strive to live was labeled as such. A creature of pure darkness and arrogance far exceeding the six primordials of time and nature."
She was thrown away by a blood-bashed sword. Its wicked edge gleamed under the heavy rain that ran down numerous fresh scars impaled onto her armor, breaking its lustrous gilded iron and carving an everlasting mark on her battered skin.
"Tsk..."
Hurling out a glob of blood from the deep cut she received, the lone figure began to laugh with tear-filled ghastly eyes - raven from the day she began to amble on this wretched earth. Dark lips now stained with crimson blood stretched into a scornful smile and her broad shoulders shook from the agonizing chuckle.
"You pathetic lot of righteous failures," it was she, donned in resplendent armor that had blood-littered engravings of a crescent moon in the shape of a curled dragon.
It was she, the downfall of mankind whose mere existence was declined and was shoved into a cage where no human lived. By the kingdoms spread far and wide, by the emperor who ruled the heavens, and by her own family and loved ones...she was stabbed a million times as one unfit for any human relationship or sense of joy.
It was she who now faced a murderous battle with armed individuals who once stood by her side as comrades.
The one who slayed the six dragons of colossal power and inherited the eternal flames of their immortal core. It was none other than the cursed moon general. Her mad eyes filled with murderous intent swallowed the remaining chance of life the enemy had as she gave host to numerous punctures bleeding fresh. Yet with even the thick trickle running down her plump lips, she growled and grabbed the hilt of her Cloud-Head Sabre and pointed it at the white-robed crowd.
"You foolish bunch!" Staggering from kneeling on one to her feet as if the previous gashes weren't made to move her heart, the general leveled *Xiwang - lined in glistening argent dominance, - "Now that I've refused to bow down to your filthy excuses you all want me dead?!"
"HAHAA!!" Throwing her head which resulted in her losing her footing and merely holding onto dear life, she cackled loud whilst swinging the Sabre loosely.
No one except herself knew the torment of her own kind standing against her in battle, to fight twenty-seven against one was such a boneless thing but it caused violent throes in her body and it felt like an invisible force was shaving off her skin while she bled and breathed at this moment.
"You," one of the white-robed men muttered silently.
"As much as you are stronger than any of us," Eyes filled with dripping venomous jealousy and malice,
"Acting so high and mighty with such arrogance is unforgivable!"
"You corrupt the righteous way." Another joined in. This one in particular had warm tender eyes.
"Nobody should behave in such a manner," another jumped in, "it's your fault entirely to lash out when there was just a minor mistake which we believe was also caused because of your irresponsibility."
"Irresponsibility?"
She tilted her head as if her ears could not register the word that was voiced by her own self. Those feral eyes rimmed with red inclined in an inhuman way. Skin brown as the light kiss of sunshine now a bit pale by the soaking rain, littered with dirt and dried blood and lethal wounds.
"Stop joking around."
Keeping the chuckles aside she growled,
- "Betraying each other while one is away by word and by action," her chest heaved,
"Blabbering nonsense about holiness whilst you cage the weariness of broken hearts," barbaric eyes moving from one person to another at this large land of dead soldiers who she herself killed and ripped off of life,
"Stepping on love, compassion, concern, and spouting wild bullshit about living the righteous way!"
"Crushing a world of dedicated emotions into pieces without a second thought and you speak of THE RIGHT WAY!!?"
She rumbled under alarming rage.
"TELL ME!!... DID YOU EXPECT ME TO PARTAKE IN YOUR PATHETIC FAKE-OUTS?! DID YOU WANT ME TO PRETEND TO HAVE A BONE AND SERVE LIFELESS JUSTICE?!!"
Wheezing into her monstrous rampage she grabbed the hilt of her blade and raised it, twirling it around and finally extending it straight at the face of the enemies.
"I refuse..."
One hand reached down to her abdomen, fingers lacing around an arrow stuck at it,
"I refuse to join your pathetic circus," she pulled it out in one go, blood gushed out and she vomited more from her mouth. Leaning over using battered knees, the blurry image in front of her burned.
She clenched her teeth.
"I'd rather die battling than partaking in selfish deception that would one day bring death upon many innocent lives. And frankly?"
The azure doom above thundered and lightning intensified, her facial expressions dropped and her eyes glared loudly. The air around the white-robed men and women changed in a static moment, the rain began to pour like hail. Mother nature shook at the upcoming event, the clouds ran to hide behind gigantic peaks. Crackling into the monster that the world cornered her into, she held her blade - determined to end this misery once and for all.
"I feel like none of you deserve to see the light of tomorrow."
Moving onto her shoulder she ripped off the tip of a javelin.
Under maniacal eyes hooded with death and branded in hatred, she growled - "I will rip those so-called righteous lives out of all of you."
On that day, twenty-seven cultivators died at the hand of the moon warrior who with no remorse lunged, slashing skin and ripping limbs off of their bodies with her bare hands. Her eyes ravaged the souls and sucked them into an abyss of damnation as she ran her blade through their hearts, across their chests and backs, breaking bones that loathed the betterment of society.
She spared no mercy.
Gouging off the eyes of everyone who looked at another with malicious intent, ripping tongues off of everyone who ran their mouth as they pleased while living the righteous path. Breaking every molecule of living essence left on the bodies of ones who walked around ruining the peace of others.
By the time she stopped to breathe, the pain of being left alone hurled itself out of her throat as she used her sword to stay input. With the blood-bathed sword grounded on the wet earth, her eyes then shed tears of the past where all of the ones who lay dead around her were just flimsy teenagers.
Laughing and living life through joy and contentment...
Faraway, the city walls sounded their gong, and soldiers rushed in from all factions loading the weapons that gave life to the final blow the cultivators had in store as a last battle strategy. In case they were to die at the hands of this inhuman creature, the city was to kill it.
The city was to put an end to her.
At the distant battleground, she heard the incoming hiss of death and smiled through ripping grief.
But just then,
She noticed a white lump resting on the dirty earth nearby. Her lips quivered. In no time she found herself dragging her weakened body towards the lump.
"Good lord," at the face of a single mooncake lying on the soil her beastly eyes teared. "How in the world did you survive through all this violence?" she found herself laughing at the tender snow-skinned mooncake.
Behind her, the city gates released the last weapon which held the power to kill her. And she felt it draw near. But for some reason, she could not let this adorable mooncake which was dropped here out of nowhere be crushed under the boulders of carnage. Therefore without minding the incoming reaper, she collected the mooncake on her bloody palm. Shaking fingers rested upon it and felt the warmth of it.
"I'm..."
It was at that moment a strand of mundane concern washed over her face,
"I feel hungry now..."
Taking a small bite, she stained the beautiful white surface but the only thing that drew her into a moment of euphoria was the filling of brown warmth. It was filled with brown sugar as warm as the golden rays of the sun. the light shade of it amused her. It was a simple, silent mooncake that sat aloof on her palms which were chained with countless lives now taken away by meaningless justice.
"Sweet."
Above her, the skies filled with a hail of arrows spiked with poison and rearing blue feathers. They came screeching down at her.
"Little one," the moon general smiled without looking back, her eyes focused earnestly on the mooncake now wrapped in her hand securely.
Deep down she never imagined she would treasure such a thing labeled as an ordinary snack by the world. But at that moment even when the first arrow ran right into her spine making her arch up and cough blood, her hands held the half tasted mooncake close to her chest.
"I will not..." dozens of arrows anchored onto the ground around her and many spiraled into her skin ripping her armor and drilling into her heart and lungs.
Behind the thousand arrows came a booming amount of javelins, one ripped into her neck and came out of her throat. She opened her lips and threw out blood. However, her sniveling eyes looked down at the delicate emotionless mooncake - "L-let you...be."
Hit after hit the infamous creature of doom arched down and embraced arrow after arrow that ruined her broken soul and crushed it to dust with torturous agony. But she was content. For she finally tasted something so sweet that she found life worth living for.
All the days where she had to crawl in pain by the world and its heart-wrenching judgment, all those words that were screamed into her to be gone already, to get lost, to go ahead and die. All those closed relationships that left her one by one in every way possible declaring how incompetent she was to preserve a simple thing as love, joy, and life.
"B-be...crushed."
It was at this moment she felt that they were all worth it at the face of a nibble mooncake.
A simple plump mooncake.
Freckled with a bit of earth yet so sweet and filling.
There at the incoming hail of weapons aimed to end her life, the great warrior did not move an inch to save herself but gave away her last breath by hugging the tiny flower-crested mooncake which for the first time bought warmth, happiness, and healing towards her desolated body cursed to live a damned life.
For a short while she tasted love.
She embraced the tender-skinned round body in order for it to never be crushed.
Then and there the battle ended, on that endless sea of dead men and women, a single mooncake remained tightly held by bloody hands.
Chosen to be the one thing such a monstrous creature would die to protect.