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name: dagmar eira. nickname: either one of her two names. gender: female. age: 27. height: 5"3. sexua
lity: lesbian. birthday: february 1st. zodiac sign: aquarius. theme song: stars in the night. (<youtube vid)
au: medieval, vikings, among other things. moodboard: click here. voice claim: click here, youtube vid.
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it was snowing before dagmar was born; just as it always was snowing in late january & early february.
a blizzard had went through the small village her viking clan was staking out at, awaiting her birth. they
didn't think it was a great idea having her mother give birth on a swaying ship, and she was prone to get
ting sea sickness even when she wasn't pregnant. it was late into the night of january 30th when her mo
ther knew she was going into labor, waking up in grave pain that shot down her legs and up into her che
st. dagma was her first child, so she didn't know what to expect regarding the pain; but she certainly di
dn't expect it to be this bad. she shouted for someone, to which a couple of women immediately ran int
o the room. the men were all booted outside - even if it was cold and night time - they weren't allowed
anywhere near her. it took two nights of exhaustion and pain for dagmar to be born, and quickly after,
dagmar's mother laid her head back onto the feathered pillow, closed her eyes, and never woke up afte
r that. the women tried to wake her, tried to save her, but to no avail. one rushed to get dagmar's fath
er, telling him to come quick. and when he did, he saw his wife laying there, lifeless. he sat by her bed,
grabbing her hand and whispering things to her, quietly sobbing into her neck as he held her close. he
was left to grieve for a few hours, the women attending to dagmar and making sure she was okay and t
aken care of. when her father first laid eyes on her, his frown slowly turned into a smile, holding his sm
all daughter close and admiring her tiny face. as he sat with his dead wife only minutes before, he thou
ght he would only feel malice towards this life that happened to take his wife's away, but he was wrong.
the love that soared through his heart for this tiny child was immense, made his heart swell. the next d
ay, the snow began to melt, and they were able to actually bury dagmar's mother. her father saw her b
irth as the end of winter and the beginning of spring; she was a true blessing. winter was always harsh o
n them, but now that they had their spring, there was nothing they couldn't do.
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growing up in a viking village was quite fun for dagmar - she always had someone to talk to, things to do;
she was truly happy with her life. plus, her wings made her capable of helping the crew out even more,
which she was always happy to do. they needed someone to fly out to see how far away land was when
they were on their ship? dagmar was your gal, always ready to go. fruit in a tree they needed? easy, she
could fly up and get it. but sometimes it wasn't always a good thing to have; other people in villages th
ey would visit would always stare at her. not at her face, specifically her wings. she felt almost like an
alien each time they visited a new village, because there were always those people that would just star
e. some people would even shout things at her, such as calling her a "demon" for her wings or thinking t
he complete opposite and calling her a "goddess". her father would always just tell her to ignore it, but
even sometimes he got annoyed by it and would step in, threatening to break someone in half if they ke
pt harassing his daughter. that always worked, and dagmar was happy for that; there was no way she w
as going to speak a word to those people. as a kid, the staring never really bothered her, considering sh
e didn't really notice, but as a teen, it surely did; and it made anxiety grow within her. the people in he
r clan would always tell her how beautiful and unique she was with her wings, but the compliments mad
e her feel even more foreign as she grew older. sensing his daughter's uncomfortable aura with the who
le situation, he told her about how her mother use to bind her wings so they wouldn't be visible. this wa
s really the first time he had spoken of her, and dagmar, of course, asked him questions about her. non
e of which were answered, her father just simply stared at her for a few seconds before rising from his
seat and commenting how she could find the bindings with one of their healers. dagmar never asked ab
out her mother again in front of her father; it was almost like he was angry? or sad. he expressed the e
motion the same most of the time, so it was quite hard to tell if he was sad or angered. taking her fath
er's suggestion, she began to bind her wings and only show them to people there in the clan. it worked,
thankfully. nobody ever stared at her or commented upon her appearance, most just threw a glance he
r way and continued with whatever they were doing. even though she unbound her wings in front of her
own people, they never commented on how "special" or "unique" she was ever again; she assumed this
was her father's doing. as she grew older, she even kept her wings bound when she was around her fello
w vikings and never used her wings after that, preferring to just be normal for a change. it was nice to j
ust be labelled as another viking and nothing special anymore, and she wanted to keep it that way.
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the only "real" relationships dagmar had before she was eighteen was ones with just her viking family; h
er father was the person she was probably the closest to, although he was hard to talk to. he was a cold
man, and dagmar was convinced the only emotion he ever felt was anger. he was always arguing with th
e others of where to go next, what to do, things like that; and he wasn't even the captain, either. most
people would just agree with him since the man had quite the temper, and if dagmar was being honest;
she was absolutely terrified of him. scared to do the "wrong" thing and set him of. and if she read every
one else right, so were they. next is three women; triplets, to be exact. they were the closest ones to h
er mother, but she never asked them about her, scared of getting the same reaction that she had gotten
from her father. although sometimes they would say simple things, such as "you look so much like your
mother," among other things. they honestly felt like aunties to her, and it felt nice. there were some m
ales in the camp she got along with quite fine, probably since she could down their alcohol like it was n
othing and they thought that was quite comical and impressive all at the same time. none of the men w
ere ever creepy towards her - except for one, who had a crush on her - but she was gay and had no inte
rest in the large, bulky men. her aunties were the first ones to know about her thing for women, and th
ey were okay with it, saying that they needed no more kids in the camp and then laughing after the fac
t. the men she drunk with were second to know, them quite surprised but only responding with, "well le
t's drink to that!"; which... was said a lot by them, but it was a nice sentiment nonetheless. so when her
not-so-secret admirer tried his advantages on her next, one of the larger men piped up and said "this gi
rl is the gayest woman you'll ever meet, you got no chance, bud" and let out a hearty laugh before dow
ning his drink. the man never tried anything on her again, and even went as far to apologize to her. she
accepted the apology, of course. the other people in their clan - which was about fifteen other people -
she never really had an actual conversation with, but she still cared for them deeply. especially the chi
ldren, who she actually did spend some time with, reminiscing on how nice it was to be a child.
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nearing dagmar's twenty-fourth year of being alive, winter had came and the viking clan had decided on
a village to stay at until the cold months were over. it was actually quite a large village; a town, if you
will. there were lots of merchants and friendly faces, and dagmar actually felt quite at home here. but
if she wanted to stay there forever, it would mean she would have to leave behind her family; which sh
e of course, didn't want to do, but after being on the sea for so long, she was growing tired of it. dagm
ar was absolutely tired of eating old food they had stored on the boat, her legs feeling like jelly each ti
me she got off the ship, and she was tired of not having a place to really call home. suggesting they all
stay there for the rest of their lives really wasn't an option, and she knew they would all laugh and take
it as a joke. the day she wanted to explain to them she wanted to stay there forever, and that she migh
t decide to leave the clan, she came home and saw that maybe she wouldn't have to explain anything.
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dagmar's heart was practically beating out of her chest as she approached the door to the quite large h
ome they were staying at, pushing her hand against it as the door came open. immediately, a strong sm
ell of... metal, was it? reached her nose. eyes adjusting to the darkness in the home - why was it so dar
k, she thought - she saw lumps laying on the floor. fumbling her way over to one of the torches that ad
orned the wall, she grabbed it from its placeholder and reached for one of the matches that always sta
yed on the nearby table. "hello?" she called out as she lit it, walking forward. looking down as she neare
d one of the lumps, she about dropped the torch from her hand. on the ground, laid one of her fellow v
ikings. frightened, she called out once again. "hello?!" she shouted, growing more frantic by the second.
as she ran around the home, she found more bodies, tears beginning to flow freely down her face as sh
e continuously called out for someone. but they were all dead, she found out once daylight hit. once s
he saw that everyone was dead, she immediately went to go get the guards to help her.
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two guards turned into about twenty, all gathering up the bodies and some comforting the absolutely sc
arred dagmar. they soon took her to the jarl's palace, where she was questioned by the jarl himself and
the guards. her story seemed to match up - she was at the local inn having some food and collecting he
r thoughts - and when the inn keeper was asked about it, she confirmed that dagmar was there. after t
hey knew she wasn't involved in the killings, they informed her that quite a few people were being kille
d around town and to watch herself out there. she returned to the home later that night, seeing bloods
tains still in the wood; it had obviously been scrubbed at, and she appreciate the effort the guards had
put in. she had only been there for a few minutes before ultimately deciding that it wasn't best for her
to stay there, so instead, she went to the inn once again. dagmar was soon approached by a woman.
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"hey there." dagmar looked up as she heard a woman's voice, smooth and soft. "hi?" dagmar replied, bro
ws furrowing in confusion. nobody had really talked to her since she arrived there, and it had been a fe
w months, so she was sort of wondering why anybody would start now. the woman, who had long brown
hair, sat next to her then. "i saw what happened earlier. with the guards and everything," she said, voic
e still soft. "i just wanted to say i'm sorry that happened to you, you seem like a lovely woman. if you'd
like, you can come back with me. i live in sort of like, a group home. bunch of people there. would pro
bably do you some good to be around people who are actually going to talk to you and not," she motion
ed to the drunk people around them with her hands, "these people". dagmar sat there, taking a quick g
lance around the room before her eyes landed back on the woman. "why are you doing this?" she asked,
sensing that there was some ulterior motive; was she wanting money in return for her kindness. "becau
se people i love have been killed, too." oh. dagmar's expression instantly softened, returning the "i'm s
orry about that." the woman nodded, giving a small, sad smile. "my name's emmaline, by the way". dag
mar returned the small smile, exhaling softly. "i'm dagmar, nice to meet you."
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when dagmar had arrived at the large home, emmaline was right; there was a lot of people, all of them
being quite friendly and speaking to her as if they knew her since forever. it was nice, and it got her mi
nd off of everything. she ended up moving in with them, and even helped emmaline with her jewelry sh
op she ran - making the jewelry with her - and then following her to her shop in the mornings. dagmar
had stayed with them for a year and a half when emmaline woke her suddenly in the night.
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"dagmar, hey. wake up." dagmar slowly blinked open her eyes, grunting softly as she sat up from her be
d. "what's happening?" she asked, sleep in her voice. "i think it's finally time you see what we're about,"
emmaline whispered, and as dagmar blinked open her eyes, she saw her in a full blown armor suit, mas
k covering from below her eyes and down. sitting there momentarily, emmaline motioned for her to ge
t up, and that's what she did. they exited the home - everybody seemed to be gone, which only made d
agmar worry - and they walked for a long time through the forests before reaching a door in the side of
a mountain. the door had a skull on it, a red hand-print on its forehead. oh, and it spoke as well, which
made dagmar physically jump. emmaline said something to it before it opened, and emmaline looked o
ver her shoulder at her; "come". following emmaline, dagmar nervously chewed at her lip as emmaline
lead her into the place, and then they stopped once they came to a room, everybody from the group h
ome being there. "what is this?" dagmar asked, nervously looking at all of them, who also had the same
outfit on as emmaline. "this is our guild," emmaline responded, grabbing some clothes from one of the
members and extending it towards dagmar. "we kill the people who have taken away out loved ones an
d get revenge." revenge. now that emmaline said it, revenge sounded sweet. oh how she would love to
get her hands on the people who took away her family. "you can finally get revenge on the people who
harmed your family, harmed you; are you in?" dagmar stared at the clothes emmaline had extended to
wards her, thinking. "this isn't something we do normally. you're special, there's just something about y
ou." special... she hadn't heard those words spoke to her in a long time. and this time, it didn't feel for
ced to make her feel good about herself; it felt actually genuinely. and dagmar loved it. "i'm in."
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as the days went on of dagmar joining their "guild", she got more use to the fact that the people arround
her were killers. normally, she would've thought 'well what's the difference between them and the peop
le who killed my family?', but they were different. they brought justice to what actual evil people did -
they were the good guys. in time, as she grew more comfortable with them, she began to unbind her wi
ngs, and none of them made a big deal about it. just treated her like a normal person. and she absolute
ly loved it. although, emmaline suggested to never show her wings in public or people will act like she's
a goddess who flew down to save them from their sins... or something. dagmar knew all too well those
kind of people, and heeded emmaline's warning. they began to let her accompany them on jobs and sho
wed her the ropes; how to be sneaky, training her with weapons, all of that. soon, she was doing jobs b
y herself, or accompanied by emmaline; who had taken a liking to her. and dagmar had taken a liking t
o the brown haired beauty as well, and before she even realized it, she had fallen for her.
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"emmaline? a moment, please?" dagmar called softly into em's room, where the younger woman was sitt
ing on her bed, reading a book. looking up, em smiled before folding the corner of the page she was on
and setting the book down. "yes?" she said, placing her hand on her lap as she awaited dagmar's respons
e. dagmar felt nervousness began to rise in her chest and a slight heat come to her face as she approac
hed emmaline's bed, sitting down in front of her. "i have a confession," she began, voice wavering a bit.
em raised her brows, nodding slightly for her to continue. looking down at the blanket that adorned the
top of em's bed, she began to fiddle with the end of the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing. "well, this
past year or two has been really nice with you and everything," she began, not meeting eyes with her fr
iend. "and you're one of the first people to not treat me like i'm something special because i have wings.
you genuinely think i'm special because of my personality and stuff, and it's just... it's refreshing," she m
anaged to gain enough courage to look em in the eyes. "and i think - no, i know - i really like you," she f
inally admitted, almost tripping over her words. em sat there, blinking as she stared at dagmar. "i'm so
rry for coming in here and interrupting you, i'm not even sure if you're into women or anything, i should
probably go," dagmar rushed out, beginning to sweat as she realized she might have messed this up. a
hand was then placed on her shoulder, silencing her. "dagmar, you should've said something sooner," em
said, a small laugh leaving her mouth. her hand went to her chin then, lifting it a bit before em leaned i
n, placing a small kiss on the side of her mouth. "i like you, too," she said, smile on her face as she pull
ed away. dagmar sat there, stunned, a smile slowly rising on her lips. "oh! well, that's a relief," she said,
trying to play it cool. emmaline laughed, shaking her head a bit, "get out of here, go get some sleep, w
e'll talk more about this tomorrow." "yes ma'am." with that, dagmar went back to her bedroom, happy.
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a year ago, emmaline and dagmar had made their relationship official. the rest of the crew was happy f
or them, teasing them as friends did. emmaline had left a note for dagmar to come to a nearby forest,
where em would take her somewhere for a surprise. dagmar was excited, to say the least.
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dagmar smiled as she saw a small light coming from the forest, knowing it was emmaline's lantern. as s
he approached, em greeted her with a "hey there." dagmar laughed softly in response, the two of them
hugging. "hey," she responded as she pulled away. "so where is this surprise at?" she asked. "it's a surpris
e, remember? you can't know," em said with a small laugh, rummaging in a small pouch that was slung a
round her shoulder, pulling a blindfold from it. "turn around, let me put this on you," she said, "so you d
on't know where we are and so it ultimately doesn't ruin my surprise. dagmar did as she was told, em ty
ing the blindfold over her eyes and making sure it wasn't too tight. after that, em guided her through th
e forest, the two of them walking for quite a while. suddenly, they stopped, and the blindfold was take
n off. "tada!" em said, dagmar's mouth falling open as she stared at the waterfall in front of them. "who
a! this is so beautiful, i didn't even know there was a waterfall here," she said, laughing breathlessly. ju
st as she was about to turn, she felt a sharp pain go through her. looking down, she saw the tip of a bla
de going through her. fear instantly set in her as she gasped for a breath, already beginning to shake.
"e-em?" she stuttered. "it was me," emmaline's voice came to her ear in a low growl, "say hello to your
family for me," she snickered, removing her blade from dagmar's flesh and pushing her forward with her
foot. into the water dagmar went.
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after her encounter with emmaline in the woods, she had managed to pull herself out of the water with
what little strength she had. she felt absolutely stunned, and heartbroken. as she laid there, cold and s
oaking wet, she stared up at the stars, tears beginning to well in her eyes and going down her cheeks,
mixing with the water droplets that were still on her face. was it true? did em kill her family? why woul
d she do that? they were the good guys, they were suppose to kill the murderers, not the innocent peop
le. and then it hit her; they were the bad guys. and she had helped them. she had murdered innocent p
eople for them. did emmaline only recruit her so she would have dirt against her if she ever found out a
bout em killing her family? gods, how was she so foolish? sadness slowly turned into anger as she lifted
herself into a sitting position, almost crying out in pain and laying back down. well, she was losing blood
and was weak, there was no way she was going to be able to get up and walk all that way back. plus, e
mmaline had blind folded her and walked for what seemed like an hour before they reached this place,
so she wasn't entirely sure where she even was. how was she so stupid? they had won. eyelids fluttering
shut, she accepted her fate.
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when she woke, she was in a bed in a place she didn't recognize. sitting up quickly, she flinched at the
pain and instantly laid back. putting her hand over the hole that was previously in her stomach, she fou
nd that it was patched up. "hello?" she called out, voice hoarse. a few moments later, a woman with bl
ond hair that was pulled back into a bun walked into the room, eyebrows upturned in worry and a smile
on her face. "hey there, you feeling okay?" she asked, coming to stand near her. "yeah... yeah, i'm doin
g okay," she paused as she looked up at the woman, "do you know how i got here?" the woman nodded s
lowly, "a local hunter found you bleeding out, and luckily had a horse with him to pack you onto and br
ing you here." dagmar nodded, "okay, thank you," she said, the woman turning to walk out. "wait, what
town am i in?" she asked. "riverrun. you from here?" the woman replied, turning as she reached the doo
r, looking at dagmar. okay, so she wasn't back in town, but somewhere completely different. maybe th
at was safer; if emmaline knew she was alive... emmaline. she felt anger rise in her again, simply just
shaking her head at the woman. "would you like to be transferred somewhere else?" again, dagmar shoo
k her head. the blond smiled, "let me know if you need anything," she said before leaving the room.
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the next few months was just dagmar recovering from her injury; and planning on what to do about em
maline. her words echoed in her head - not just about how it was her who had killed her whole family -
but about how she should take revenge. and that she was going to do. she wanted to see emmaline, and
the rest of those people who she called "friends", suffering.
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after her recovery, dagmar set out with her plan; making the people believe she was a goddess. em had
previously said how they would think she was a goddess if she showed her wings, and how that wasn't in
her best interest, but it sounded like the perfect plan. at least em was good for something. giving her p
lans for revenge and giving her tips on what to do. so, she unbound her wings and walked the streets of
riverrun, people gawking at her like they did when she was smaller. it use to make her want to disappe
ar, but now it gave her the confidence she needed. she went to the jarl of riverrun's palace, claiming t
hat she was a goddess who was here to cleanse everyone of their sins, and to take care of the ones who
did not follow. the jarl, of course, was stunned, and at first dagmar thought she wasn't confident enoug
h with her words and that it wouldn't work; but it did. he instantly called over some guards, and they b
egan speaking, the guards looking at her like she was the grandest person in the world. over the next f
ew weeks, she was the new jarl - the new leader of this town - and soon, other towns as word spread t
hat she was heavenly. it took about six months for her to build an army, and in that time, her attitude
had changed. she was a vengeful leader, barking commands at people and only caring about herself, wh
at she wanted. and they complied, because they thought she was a goddess. no, she was a goddess. she
had slowly realized this over the months, and she loved it all. she loved the attention, the way they did
whatever they were told, the fear in their eyes when she yelled. soon, anger was the only emotion she
felt and the only one she would express. she began to slowly realize why her dad was the cold monster
he was; it felt damn good to have people listen to you, fear you. now there was only one more thing lef
t to do; get revenge. on emmaline, on her so called "friends", and everyone who had ever wronged her.
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dagmar stood at the front of her army, the whole lot of them marching to storm the town of whiterock.
she didn't care if they had to kill the whole damn town, if in the end she got to slaughter emmaline, it'd
be worth it. once they reached the town, one of the soldiers blew the war-horn, and then they all storm
ed past her, her following slowly behind as she swung around the sword in her right hand, letting the an
ger begin to bubble into her system. this was it. she was going to do it. get revenge. revenge was the on
ly thing that mattered to her. she had killed her whole family, the only people she had ever known, gai
ned her trust, and tried to murder her. emmaline was a terrible monster who had to be slain.
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after an hour of battle or so, most of the townspeople were either dead or had surrendered. she hadn't
seen any sign of emmaline and her people, which honestly was really making her angry beyond belief.
"what? can't come out and fight like a real woman? you have to do it when someone's back it turned? is
that how you play this game?!" dagmar shouted, extending her arms out as she turned, eyes scanning th
e buildings and their alleys. "i'm right here! come get me! do it!" she screamed the last part, breathing
heavy as her anger rose. her soldiers were all staring at the concrete beneath them, not making eye co
ntact with the angered dagmar. "pathetic!" she shouted again, "you're pathetic, emmaline! you're a mon
ster and a coward!" she breathed in deeply, looking to the sky for a moment before her eyes came back
to the ground; and there she was, crew behind her. as soon as she saw her, she felt the adrenaline rush
through her, charging towards her. em dodged it easily, her soldiers coming in to aid their goddess. em'
s team quickly disassembled them, either knocking them back, taking their weapons, or straight up kill
ing them. dagmar tried to assist them, but one of em's members grabbed her from behind, pulling her
shoulders back with their arms to constrain her. dagmar began to kick her legs, screaming at the top of
her lungs. within a few minutes, all of her soldiers had either run off or had been killed. dagmar calme
d with the kicking, instead breathing heavily and staring daggers into emmaline's eyes. em slowly lower
ed the mask on her face, a scar going from her left lower eye, going across her mouth, and ending on th
e right side of her chin. she raised her brows, and dagmar began speaking. "i'm going to gut you like a fi
sh," she growled, breathing still heavy from her struggling. em nodded slowly, not looking very impress
ed. "how are you going to do that when you're restrained?" she questioned. dagmar ignored it, continuin
g on. "you're a monster! you don't deserve to live! you killed all those innocent people, you made me ki
ll all those innocent people!" she began to struggle against the man behind her again, but he didn't bud
ge. "so, i'm the monster, when you've done the same thing as me?" "do not compare me to you," dagmar
hissed. "you've made people believe that you're a goddess so they would do your bidding? to aid in killin
g me? and take a look around at what you've done to try to get to me today," em motioned to the chaos
around them before her eyes went back to dagmar, getting closer to her face. "you massacred an entire
town. you must've learned something from me," she said with a low laugh, "you must also be sort of ob
sessed with me, considering you did this all to get at lil ol' me." em clicked her tongue then, pacing bac
k and forth. "it's sweet, actually." dagmar blinked a few times, processing what em had just said. she...
she was right. all this time, revenge was on her mind to get back at em, a monster, but in that time, sh
e had become one, too. "you should've just laid down and died when you had the chance... you monste
r," em said, grinning before looking to the man behind dagmar, nodding to him. he pushed dagmar to t
he ground then, the smaller woman hitting the pavement hard. em placed a foot on her back, bending
down a bit. "now stay down or else i'm going to put a knife through your back... oh wait," she laughed,
stepping onto her back before walking off. dagmar balled her hands into fists as she stared at the groun
d, tears threatening to spill over. this wouldn't be the last of it. she was going to kill emmaline; maybe
not now, maybe not ten years from now, but someday... she was going to make her suffer just as she h
ad made dagmar suffer. and since she was already a monster, she didn't care what it took anymore. to
beat a monster, you have to become one yourself.
