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she was called a prophet in the worst ways between shattered pieces of mirror, she called upon the gods themselves, and no one after her can bring the same storm.

and when they called her wicked, she laughed with pain, a truth so sharp all the swords in the armory begged for mercy. she begs for forgiveness for not loving enough to hide her secrets better.

they say let her be the bad prophet and let her predict that she will be good. she repeats the same motto, 'i am good, i am still good.'