Mei Lien was running; she looked behind herself just to see corpses of those who wished to protect her piling on each other.

She felt helpless; the bloodshed made it even worse, but she remembers what they said to her: 'to keep running and escape the palace, find a way to survive outside of the palace walls'. She ran until she finally reached the exit of the palace she used to call home, crimson splattered on the walls. Maybe if she were stronger, she could've stopped them herself, and this unnecessary slaughter wouldn't have happened. The people, the citizens, and her family would have been celebrating the princess's 19th birthday with a festival. But now it was only a figment of her imagination because all those she loved and cared about were now gone, never to be back. She didn't stop running; her legs hurt, and her heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. She was tired, but she couldn't give up. All she wanted to do now was to curl up into a ball and be held in the arms of her mother, but she couldn't do that anymore, not after they severed the queen's arms. She ran and ran until she couldn't anymore, she fell onto the hard ground hitting her head, but she was too tired to do anything anymore, the only thing she could do was hope that everything was just a nightmare, that her mother and father will come and reassure her that everything is fine, that it was all just a bad dream, but she knew that it wouldn't happen, she knew she couldn't escaoe reality. She closed her eyes and suddenly, she felt a pain in her back; she turned her head that was once adorned with jewls to see a something piercing her back after some time she realised that what was penetrating her was a long, sharp sword with a strange carving of eight pointed star and a crow? After a few seconds following the first stab, others joined in, impaling the  last member of her family, the last citizen of her kindom, her home. It was painful, tears were rolling down her fatigued face. It hurts so much. She wanted it to end. She wanted to die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. She was worthless now. Completely worthless. Worthless. Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  Worthless.  She viewed her whole life: her mother's sweet smile, her father's kind words, the voices and cheers of her people, the happiness she didn't deserve. As she felt the last bits of her life leave her body, she silently prayed: "If I could get another chance at life and be able to protect at least one person, any person, anyone, then would I finally be seen as worthy of the title princess?". It hurt. She felt another sharp stab, but this one was fatal. It pierced straight through her heart. The princess painfully closed her ocean-blue eyes, knowing that it was the end and the last bits of life had finally slipped away. It was all over, the pain, the suffering, it all finally ended.

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