Orange-red sparked in her pitiful hazel eyes as though it were a panicked flare sent up in a maze of shattered dreams. Deep within lurked darkness, an anguish unknown to most. Subtle strength, fiery will, compelled her carry on. With a certain sharpness about her air, nothing she seemed to miss. A silent word, a whispered wish, would call her soothing gaze. She spoke the truth and nothing more; all promises she kept, yet few she dared to make. No harm could come to those she loved, nor to the innocent. Warily, her eyes kept watch. The well-being of all others was put far before her own.
        This creature, chained but breaking free, this beauty unrestrained, endless care emitted. Gently spoken words of comfort she bestowed on those who asked. With fortitude unyielding, with hope unfailing, with longings dim and bright, she crossed the broken glass. She would silently plead, murmur a prayer.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil; for thou art with me. (Psalm 23:4)

        Her thoughts were hidden, as was her pain, though all around her saw bright joy. Her liberty was feigned; cords tied down her soul. Alone she stood in a vicious world which constantly persists to adulterate the minds of the young, though she was headstrong and determined to struggle her way to the peak, to stand on the highest ground and proclaim the world’s folly.
        Her hair was red as phoenix feathers, dazzling as summer’s eve. Like the bird her hair resembled, from hopelessness she would rise, gathering again to unfold the wings she so often kept veiled.
        She fought to be all she could; she strove to achieve the highest honours for but her own satisfaction. She had a yearning for success – not just her own, but that of those around her as well. The coolness of night awakened within her feelings of freedom and solitude, while the glaring sun caused her to feel exposed and trapped. Passion and dedication to her desires and aspirations guided her, carried her on. She had quite a capability to perceive the emotions of others, and was often able to console those in need.
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        When he came to wreak havoc for revenge, destroying anything and everything, he turned to aim at an acquaintance of hers. Without second thought, acting on instinct, she swiftly moved to save the life of another innocent human.
 

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