The Villainess Wants To Go Home

"hmm" I felt warm hands suddenly grab a hold of mine, turning around I see the little brat preventing me from going further. Her face was expressionless as she stared at her so-called family. Those familiar icy blue eyes reflected futility and the innocent aura that surrounded her earlier was gone but replaced with butter air.

"What do you assume you will accomplish by attacking them?" her voice was cold and threatening.

I stared back speechless. Something about what she said got me to stop the idea of beating the shit out of that man and pouring the hot tea all over that good for nothing slut of a wife of his.

The little has a point. 'What will I achieve by doing it? I just thought since Diana can not get revenge that I will do it for her. Avenge the anger that's bolted up within her. No that's not right. Diana didn't look or sounded angry... Was it me it just me. Was I caught in the act of anger that I didn't see what she wanted?'

"It's definitely not going to change their behaviour towards me. There will still look at me and treat me the same way." The bitterness that came out of her was too much for a child her age to have.

"Nothing will change no matter what I do to get his attention. I'm just an orphaned outcast now with no one but myself to rely on" she let go of my wrist and turned around leaving back to the garden.

"Let's go. I want to see mother and pay my respects to her" my eyes followed her backside, the way her silver hair swayed in the wind and the sudden change of personality made me wonder what kind of treatment and talk she had to endure living with these bastards.

I glanced back at the family that was now leaving to go inside. Watching how happy they were and the smiled they gave each other; it made my gut churn and my blood boil.

'Just you wait. One day I will punch that handsome face of yours and disable your wife's nose. Your just lucky today that I wouldn't get the chance to because of your daughter'

'Duchess Mariana Lancaster' was what engraved on the tombstone. Another similar name I couldn't point out who it was and where I heard it from.

"Father refused to have his last name to be engraved on mother's grave. He never looked at my mother as his wife or a member of the Glacies. To him she was born a Lancaster and dies a Lancaster." Diana stated coldly, those indifferent cold eyes gazed upon her mother's grave as if she was blaming her that she is born, betrayed by her own mother for leaving her only daughter in this empty world filled with despair and loneliness with no one but the shadows that follow behind to accompany the lonely soul.

"This world is far to cruel" she uttered under her breath.

"The world is a cruel place for everything that thrives to survive." I corrected her, resulting in the little brat to look my way.

"A flower can wither away by the slightest change of weather; a prey will have its neck snapped by the predator but in the end, everything grows to adapt and evolve through the situations. The flower will evolve over time to adapt to the certain weather, the prey will learn its way around the predator"

"However we humans are all greedy to survive no matter what. We will kill and betray our trusted family and friends for the soul purpose to live, never learning from the past mistakes and continuing the endless cycle of bloodshed and war for survival"

I glanced at the now grey clouds that formed in the sky, hiding away the sun that provided the light. The feeling of the cold breeze against my skin was felt so surreal as if I wasn't dreaming and was really outside.

I bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder. "That's why you must live to trust no one. Learn to live alone because not everyone will stay. Don't take anything for granted because nothing comes for free and never kneel to anyone but yourself."

Diana's eyes averted to mine, those cold empty eyes now holding the life I saw before.

Standing up, I put my hands in my pockets of my coat as looked down at the flowers I placed in the vase. "Walk the journey of your life by yourself with the world as your shadow and never look back because it will be the end of your journey if you do. We are born alone, and we will die alone because that's the cruelty of the world we live in" The cold air blew my hair away from my face.

She didn't say anything, and we both continued to stand in front of Mariana's grave without uttering another word when I suddenly felt an unexpected cold hand on my wrist.

"Before you leave can you..." I slowly turned my head to glanced down at the little brat.

"Can I what?"

Her head cocked towards me quickly with the sounds of bone crushing rattled out. Her pupils were pure white, her skin was the colour of the dead and her face was withered and shrunken in. "Save me from my fate"

I jumped up, feeling the cold sweat run down the back of my head. Instantly I felt a sting in my lower abdomen.

Looking down and examining myself, I wore a white medieval blouse instead of my Kimono but what confused me the most was the blanket placed on me. 'What the? Am I in a bed?'

Ignoring on the situation I'm in right now, I pulled the top and saw my lower half bandaged up and faint yet visible blood stain. "Well, that's a pain in the ***" I grumbled in annoyance.

My weapons weren't with me, but my needle wrist holders were still attached around my wrist.

now. I looked around to see odd looking artifacts, animal bones, plants hanged on the old looking wooden walls of the place. There were jars filled with liquids, unusual looking flowers, eyeball's, and other critters that I didn't know of

source was coming from the two windows in the far

legs to the side to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling

about to get up I heard a familiar squeal

the sting on my waist I rushed bolted out the door, praying he was alright and

stop squealing like a baby would ya" a creaky old voice hissed. My heart nearly blasted out

small elderly woman, with messy grey hair tied in perfect bun. Her face was

with

for help. "Oh,

sweat dropped at his snarky

finished tying a bow around his paw. Homura growled at her bust she ignored it

little creatures" she grumbled, aggressively stirring the pot.

awkwardly and no clue on

dear." The old woman turned her attention towards me. Her

to

you see my dragon?" I asked impatiently, ignoring her nice invitation. I was worried sick about Demarcus. Was he alright? Did he

squinting her owl-like eyes at me and observing

was racing, desperate for Demarcus wellbeing. "Yes" I nodded my head quickly "tell me, is he alright? Is he safe? Where

dragon is sleeping soundly beside my cottage with Alaric." She swatted her hand as a gesture

alright brought peace to my mind. I could relax

it have been something

I hesitated. I don't know who this person is? and she is

or not?" she wagged the wooden ladle at me. "Your just like

me to. Looking over to where she pointed to a small dining area where Homura was,

It looks pretty but trash pretty"

at the

the food I'm going to put in my mouth" I crossed my hands,

I don't poison anyone except myself, now sit. I don't

I read about the

should I trust the words of

bowl on the table. "But the fact ya haven't eaten anything the last three days ya have been out cold concerns me" the witch staggered past me again,

have been unconscious for

ya buddy fox and dragon" she placed down two wooden cups on the table as steam arose from it indicating it was some hot liquid

on the chair and dove right

gloop of water you're eating? It looks like a foxes vomit" Homura had somehow gotten on the chair and poked his head up from the chair and to poke the side of my bowl, narrowing his eyes as

witch had slammed her spoon on his head. "OOF"

out from someone's

wants to eat your vomit looking water

minutes ago, ya fat fox" the witch was arguing with a fox whom she did not

just asking a damn

Homura I know your hungry again, but you need to wait for supper" I patted his head like he was some

sat there staring at me

tilted his

down on the chair where Homura was before and slid out a long needle. The witch stopped staring at eyed me curiously. "Are

tip in the bowl of hot porridge

in the Gods names are ya doing to my porridge?" she

out the needle I examined the

reacts to silver and when it does the silver turns