Death. It's a five letter word. Yet it can captivate fear and set the most ill of people to bring change. Fear is what gives mortal lives any motivation to better themselves. Fear of death. But when one embraces it, it is when their world changes, not themselves. It is then they no longer become fearful, but fearless. It is then that their world becomes malleable and theirs for the taking. It is then, that they become king. For in this case, queen. Nameless was more than that however. In this life, in this world, she was a god. People came to her shrines every day to pray to her, to ask for help. She was needed in this world. There was so much wrong. She did not want people to ask her for help, she wanted them to live lives that needed no aid. And so began her first task, to destroy all that the Manji had done. And she would rebuild again. She had no need for followers if they wrongfully sought power. She would bring balance... of course, if only they left her an offering. She had a lot of prayers to answer. But she had all the time in the world. | NAMELESS, THE MANJI WARLORD ■ Miss Manji ■ |
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