🥀🥀🥀 Her lips tightened with disgust. “I bring blood. Carnage. I am the essence of rage.” She spun toward the battlefield, scarlet skirts snapping to follow.
“You’re forgetting.” The girl in gold tilted her head.
“What do you know? Everything gleams that comes from you.”
The girl smiled, her hair catching the sun. “We have all looked at you with admiration, for we see where you begin.”
The woman in red scowled. “I told you, I begin in blood.
“You begin in passion.” The girl took the woman’s hand, scarlet blood sparkling as she touched it. “Generosity, zeal, and love. That is who you are. What comes after is what man does with you.” The golden girl laid her hand in the woman’s heart. “You are more than blood. You are the color red, and you are our heart.”
The woman turned, the bloody field taking on pulsing life before her eyes. It could have been a field of love, not battle. She told Gold’s hand. “Perhaps, if we work together?”
Gold smiled, and they stepped onto the field, changing carnage into something that shone. 🥀🥀🥀