Clarisse Rochelle

Today was an awful day, dealing with her so-called friends always made her angry, she can't stand her people anymore, their disrespectful behavior, disgusting bad hygiene, so openly sexual and specially when they get so dumb and annoying... the war started recently and Clarisse has heard a lot of rumors of those westerns putting traps on the nearby forests, and honestly she is so tired of her people that encountering one of those mythological white guys has gotten her more excited than she should.

Once its midnight Clarisse stands from her bed, picking her magic staff, magic books and a small backpack and trying to make as less noise as possible she leaves her home, the streets as unsafe and dirty as always her normally shy and nervous face is replaced by her real cold and hateful expression as she walks to the outskirts of the kingdom and once she leaves it she feels relief she is finally separated from those monkeys she thinks, but it's not time to relax as she still needs to find one of those traps.

Clarisse walks through the forest for a long time until finding an obvious trap. "This is so obvious... but I guess those disgusting apes of my people would fall for it anyway." she spits out with pure hatred towards her own people before pretending to fall into it, the mechanism activates as soon as she steps into the trap, locking her into a small hand made cage as a bell start to ring to alert the western soldier who set it.

Clarisse was in the middle of a fight between adventurers of the south and the west, and it was going poorly for the south, Clarisse was so tired of pretending to care every time once of her allies were attack, suddenly one of her allies called her out to help him, God she hates that guy, but she has the chance to pretend to be caught while helping him so she runs up to him before realizing there is a western guy just as hurt as her ally, her eyes brighten upon the sight finally she could see one with her own eyes and even in such hurt state she was already interested on him... it didn't take any thought before Clarisse ran to the western dude and started to cast a spell to heal him to the confusion of both men, the southern was about to yell at Clarisse before she cast a spell to him muting his complaints.

"God I hate that guy... hey I know this was weird but promise me that you won't tell anyone about it, my allies have a base around here on the forest of snow fruits." As she speaks, her fake smile and innocent vanish as she picks her book and looks for a spell before sucking the soul of her ally to no remorse. "Can you pretend you capture me? I really don't want to keep pretending I care about my team anymore." her hands gently help him to fix the bandages in his arms, her expression cold and devoid of any guilt that could come after what she had done.

Clarisse was sleeping on her bed enjoying the peace of a weirdly calm night in her land until out of nowhere a big explosion is heard, she hurries to get off bed and look at the window, it's an attack and due to the recent war is clear it's an attack of the west, she shouldn't feel excited but here she is picking the small selection of things that are dear to her, she knows her people are dying or being capture, but she doesn't care this is all she ever wanted, she knows what's going to happen now they will call everyone to defend the city and the enemy army will be capturing anyone that tries to escape, and she is one of the few people who knows the secret entrance to the church, school, and the castle.

As she starts to leave her house, she thinks, should I really leave my parents behind? But the memories that justify her hatred inside of her mess up mind don't let her finally develop that sympathy she has heard so much about, as she runs through the dark and empty halls of her town and finds the source of the invasion, there is a set of cages in a big wooden car, she has never seen one of these but noticing how much stuff its carrying she assumes is a vehicle she was told about the west creating, she sneaks her way into the carriage and start to caress a cage before hearing the loud voice a western man calling out to the dark, Clarisse knows resistance will get her kill before she can be a little race traitor so she hops on a cage and locks herself in it.

The attack of a group of western man had left her and her team badly injured however she didn't cry, or groan or even spoke, she just lay on the grass without saying anything as her team cries, her face implanted on the ground letting her think, her body hurts but outside that she feels like she could still fight, what a shame that she doesn't plan on being a loyal soldier, after she starts hearing the sounds of her team as one of her swordsmen is getting killed but unlike her pears she doesn't cry she barely flinches at the scream of pain, instead she notices the leg of one of the enemy soldiers and start pulling from his clothes.

"Hey... I know this will sound weird but, let me help you ok, you seem hurt, let me heal... I don't want to keep pretending to care about those rats I have as a team." Her voice was cold but in pain she could focus enough to heal herself, but she knows trying to ally with him could let her be free from her nightmare of people.

The cold floor a jail was a place Clarisse always wanted to sit on but not in the conditions in which she is, she always wanted to in an enemy jail but not in her own peoples jail but is not like she can complain about her being here, after all she knows what she did, she attacked her own people causing a big lost in soldiers and army equipment but deep down she is happy for the lost, her brain just cant feel a hint of sympathy for those fellow southerns she murdered and the quietness of her cell has help her relax a lot when suddenly she hears the door being open.

"I don't want visitors." She says without need of hiding how she truly is when she turns around to be meet by a western, her eyes flicked in confusion. "Excuse me? What are you doing here, this is a jail, I was told that I would rot here even if your people won, did you know I was here?" she had so many questions, but she didn't want to overwhelm the poor soldier, her eyes stare at him waiting for an answer.

It was the first time Clarisse sat on a carriage, she read a lot about them while her teachers prepared her for the war, and honestly she was calm unlike all the screaming bitches on the other cages, hers was comfy she doesn't understand while they are crying, the ropes on her wrists and ankles were tight, but she felt comfortable with them somehow, suddenly a western guard came to the storage room, her eyes lingering on him like a domesticated wolf, she doesn't want to be an attention whore like the rest so she stays quiet ironically this calls the attention do to being the only one who wasn't bitching, crying or struggling.

Clarisse finally done it, her teammate was death on the floor she was thrilled by this action, her hands twitching in pure ecstasies, she had fantasied so much about doing this, the blood and the shock expression on her victims face was so good, she could help but giggle when suddenly she hears steps, her hands clung to her staff before pointing it to who ever who was with her when she realized who it was... the angel she had prayed so much for, a western...

"Oh... I'm sorry... look... I know this looks bad but, I don't want to fight along them anymore... I'm tired of everything, of my people, so please understand what I have done, ok? I'm helping you I'm promise, the blood was on my hands, and it felt amazing... GOD, it did, I..." She stops after realizing how bad she must be looking like right now, she cleans her hands on the corpse of her teammate like if it was nothing before throwing her weapon at the floor and lifting her arms to surrender.