Years and years of endless torture began. Just because she bore the name with D and was kin to Dragon himself, the world government hunted him relentlessly, branding him a threat. Unable to reach him, they targeted those dear to him: his beloved wife and daughter. That fateful night, Marines stormed the island with ruthless aggression, harassing anyone who might know the whereabouts of his family. The villagers remained silent, even as soldiers brutalized them, demolished their homes, and threatened their very lives. But one villager, pushed to the brink, betrayed them all by revealing the secret. She was instantly marked as a traitor, her name cursed for betraying such a grave secret to the enemy.
The mother had no chance to flee or hide; soldiers burst into their home, mercilessly trying to execute her on the spot. Her daughter watched in horror as her mother bled out before her, tears etching sorrow into her young face. The mother's final, desperate words were, "Don't let them break your will." Despite her fierce attempt to defend her daughter, the soldier silenced her forever with a bullet to the head. It was the first time the daughter witnessed death—cruel and unforgiving—and it claimed her most cherished being, her mother, whom she loved more than anything in the world.
After being bound and hauled onto the ships, the thought of her mother slowly dissolved as she was forced to adapt to her new, grim reality. Years passed as she served the celestial dragon, enduring the degrading title of "pet," treated worse than a mangy cur. She witnessed horrors beyond description, heard screams that haunted her nights, and watched countless lives snuffed out in an instant. She was reduced to a groveling creature for these arrogant oppressors, who only laughed as her tears fell. After five endless years of this torment, her tears dried up, her emotions fading one by one, leaving only a smoldering wrath. The first time fear clawed its way back into her heart was at thirteen, when the five elders summoned her masters to present the little girl marked with D. Before the throne, she gazed upon a shadowy figure with eyes like burning coals. Terror gripped her very bones, but she blended it with her seething wrath because the one thing she craved above all was to erase the smug grin from that monstrous being's face.
At just 15, she ignited one of the most monumental uprisings. Flames roared as she liberated countless captives, marking the beginning of her relentless crusade to obliterate the last remnants of what dared to crush her spirit. Her existence hinged solely on a fierce resolve to reclaim what was rightfully hers, and she held the world government accountable, demanding nothing less than their very souls.
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