Rianna/Stereotypes

I'm done trying to prove myself to them. I don't need them to fight the monsters. They don't deserve my help anyway.
My family. I wanted it to work. I truly did. But as long as you let the Nation rule with hate and cruelty rather than love, there's nothing I can do for you. Or that you can do for me.
Soon.
They talk all day long about how wonderful and glorious it is to die in battle fighting the Wyrm. It's all bullshit. There's no wonder or glory in war, only pain and misery. And they're dead.
Twilight sucks. No really, it's awful. I don't care what anyone says.
Every day I learn something new. See something wonderful. Discover something terrible. And I can change it all. I can do anything.
I am become Her Vessel. Her Voice. Her Word. Her Love. Her Wrath. Today, I am only Woman. Tomorrow, I will become Goddess.
Someday, I'll see that justice is done. Then you can rest.