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A girl sat in her room carving a rabbit in a piece of wood. She had medium length black hair with two long strands framing her face while the rest of her hair poofed out in messy strands. Her eyes were a soft cyan color focused on the carving in front of her. She wore an entirely black outfit, a sweater with the sleeves rolled up, black shorts, and long black socks reaching up to her knees.
She hummed to herself as she carved when a familiar voice rang up the stairs, yelling her name.
“Yea Ma?” the girl yelled back.
….. no response.
“Oh my god, why do parents always do this?” the girl muttered as she set down her carving and slipped her carving knife into a pocket on her shorts. As she stood she brushed off the sawdust and flakes of wood on her pants before moving to the door. She rounded the corner and stood at the top of wooden stairs staring down at her mother.
“Yea Ma?” she repeated
“Your fathers almost finished making dinner but your brother went out to play a while ago and I was wondering if you could go find him and tell him to come home for dinner.” the girl's mother explained.
The girl let out a loud groan “Fine” she said reluctantly “whats dad making anyway?”
“Chicken wild rice soup” her mother replied
“Yes yes yes.” the girl said as she pumped her fist before slipping on her shoes and quickly walking out the door.
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“Tommy! Ma said "dinners ready!” The girl called as she walked around the hills outside her house.
She scanned her surroundings before spotting a tall figure standing next to a lone tree at the top of one of the hills.
“Ugh Nim” The girl complained “whatever, maybe she knows where Tommy is.”
The girl jogged up the hill towards the tree before starting to speak. “Hey, do you know where my brother Tommy is? He looks like me but smaller with shorter hair and-”
But halfway through her speech, as she got closer to the tree she saw a figure that she didn't notice from farther away. A small figure with short black hair and freckles dotting its face. With now dull blue eyes and feet that no longer touched the ground.
A figure with a rope around its neck.
“....Tommy…?” the girl said in disbelief.
Nim, who had been facing the body of her brother, turned around.
“Ah you must be tommy older sister correct?” Nim asked “I’m so sorry that you had to see this but I must tell you that this is what needed to be done to keep the balance.”
“...You did this?”
“Yes but you must understand that this needed to happen to keep the balance of positivity and negativity. In fact you should be proud that your brother's life helped with something so much bigger than him.” Nim reasoned.
The girl turned her blank gaze to nim, tears starting to well in her eyes.
“Oh I'm sorry dear” Nim cooed as she walked towards the girl with her arms spread out to comfort her. “But this is for the best”
Nim hugged the girl but she did not reciprocate, instead her hands twitched at her sides before her right hand slowly started to move towards his pocket. The pocket holding a knife covered in sawdust.
In one fluid motion the girl yanked herself out of Nim's grasp as she jabbed her knife into Nim's heart as Nim let out a shocked gasp. Nim recovered quickly before quickly wrapping a hand around the girl's neck and slamming her against the tree.
“I understand you are upset but this is for the greater good.” Nim attempted to explain to the girl who was now full on sobbing as she kicked and thrashed in Nim's hold. “Negatitivy was low and it needs to be kept in balance with positivity and-”
But Nim wasn't able to finish as the girl struggled to reach forwards and tugged the knife out of Nim's chest before jerking forwards and slicing through Nim's throat. Dark blood splattered the girl's face mixing with the tears running down her cheeks as she glared with pure hatred at Nim.
Nim jerked away, dropping the girl and both of their hands flew to their throats. One to cover the gaping wound in her neck and the other to shield her now bruised neck as she gasped and panted for air.
Nim was the first to recover, her calm patience had vanished and was replaced with fury. The girl recovered second and she staggered to her feet and slowly lowered her hands away from her face. As she slowly looked up at Nim, before her eyes widened in shock.
The girl slowly looked down at her neck which was now pierced by a spear made of dark wood, pining her to the tree. The girl choked and blood spewed out of her neck and dribbled down her chin. Her hands once again raised to her neck and her legs kicked frantically in the air.
Across from her stood Nim who had just summoned and threw the spear that was now logged in the girl's neck. Nim glanced down at her hand, which was still covering her wound, before holding it before her eyes to survey the blood glistening on her hand. She focused her energy on healing the gash in her neck and hole through her heart.
But something stopped her. She couldn't heal. Hatred, pure and unfiltered hatred hung in the air like thick smoke. It was stopping Nim from healing and it all stemmed from the girl who had stopped struggling, who had let her hands fall to her sides as her eyes fluttered weakly. A soul appeared in front of her chest, a vivid red soul of determination that was slowly turning darker, darker, yet darker, until it was pitch black and started to shake. It was cracking, the girl was dying.
Nim glared at the soul and at its owner. Death was too much of a mercy, this human had harmed her. She was a god! And this mortal dared harm her for simply doing her duties.
As the soul finally shattered into pieces Nim shot out her hand and let her magic take hold of the shards before she yanked her hand back before shooting it forward again. The shards separated and collided with half of the golden apples that the tree bore. As they collided the shards disappeared before the golden apples turned black.
Nim had imprisoned the girl's soul, refusing to let death claim it.
But nim was mortally wounded, something that should have been impossible for a being such as her, she needed to heal somewhere safe but she couldn't leave her duties unfulfilled.
So she would have to make replacements.