Miracle worker

   It was a perplex ground to stand on as an esper, to have these powers but be ridiculed for being different so much so it would make one wish they never had these gifts. Some found it a chance to do good in the world while others wished to see it all burn for selfish gain. Everyone had their own stories and it was why they met on this battlefield, to fight over which side held the better idea, to see which side would come out on top; would humanity live or would they be exterminated like the low life rodents they were made out to be. It was why these two fought, pure embodiments of these ideals. While one wished there was hope for a better future the other only wished to see the world burn before their wish would finally be granted.    She had patience, the ability to wait to see what it is what her opponent would do, a chance to turn the tides should she be lucky but that is all this stalemate of a battle was for no matter how many times they fought, neither of them would kill the other one. It almost seemed like they were destined to fight till the end of time. Even if that were the case, there was no hatred felt towards the raven, only sympathy, a yearning to help even if she didn’t want it. It saddened her to see that this is what happens when a sire decides to raise their children full of hate... they are bound to carry those burdens instead of given the opportune chance to learn differently. What a sad life it was... 

    Night sticks twirled in her grip as she took the stance.

                                   There is always two sides to a rose. 

                                        IT’S BEAUTY & IT’S THORNS