[P] only holy devotion can keep the devils away

[Elena]

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry

The first time she died was alongside her mother. The moment she took her last breath, Elena felt all the air leave her own lungs. Her mother killed her without knowing, killed that first Elena, the baby Elena, who knew only flowers and sunshine and love, who saw war not for what it was but a place far, far away, like a story. Lilli tore the next Elena and rebuilt her anew. And for that, Elena will be eternally grateful. And Elena in her foolishness, took the life of the next Elena to save Lilli.

It should not be surprising.
There was so little she would not do for her cousin.

She wonders, if only briefly, would she die here? In the silence of everything aside from the chaotic drumming and thunder that the unicorn brings? This cant be the only thing, this cant be it, she could not live like this, with all of this destruction, this hunger in her soul. Oh this cannot be everything.

Elena can only hear the sounds created by her and her alone, she thinks if she spoke she may not even hear her own voice, though she knows she can still speak. And then she is against her and Elena feels something like horror fill her blue eyes, but she cannot move, just succumbs to it. And for the first time Elena wants to destroy the world and what rests inside it, not in anger, grief, revenge, but for the sheer joy of chaos.

And what do you hear now?

“I hear,” she says, breathing hard. And she looks at the image again. “Waterfalls,” she growls before turning to the unicorn, feeling such rot, such chaos building inside her. No, falling, like water, down into her belly, her soul. She sees their faces all of them, staring back at her, telling her to stop, to stop listening. “No,” she snarls back at them. Blue eyes turn from them before she launches a golden leg through the mirror, through the glass. “I think I preferred the silence,” she says before looking back at her leg, bloodied, the crimson stands stark against alabaster, shards of glass stick out at odd angles. She dares to look back at the unicorn, even though there is still terror hidden in the ice of her eyes. “This was only our first lesson.” She says and she escapes into the mirrors.

those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves

instead of running from them