Requiem for a Doll

This story takes place in a space game Role-Play I play with some friends. My character is a nice naive necromancer who joined the team recently. Our mission was to defeat a half-Dragon lady, main nemesis of our team from long. My character is a nice guy and wants to save her from herself despite all she did in the past, while his comrades want her dead. Unfortunately, nothing went how he expected, and how it ended made me very sad. I'm the kind of sensitive person very attached to characters. I know it sounds crazy, but they're part of my life too. This little story is the thoughts of my character to her.

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"I actually don't really know that much about you. All I know is that my new comrades told me about you. They said me you are a sadistic psychopath without any heart, who kills people without any regrets nor emotions, torturing living being in name of science with the pleasure to see the pain in their supplicating eyes. They call you the Dragon Bitch. I started to be intrigued. While we were progressing to your lair my team and I, fighting the abominations you sent us along our way, they told me about your tragic past. How your scientist parents messed with your body, your DNA. They were successful, and you became powerful like the half black-Dragon you were from now on. But you lost something irreplaceable : Your heart. And also probably a part of your sanity. From that day, the little girl fascinated by language science grew up as a insane scientist herself, doing research on living beings without any ethic.

While we were fighting you, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about all of this. I felt sad to see that you were trapped by your own condition, that because you're a black-Dragon you can't be someone else than a bloody monster with emotions. For me, you were a doll. A doll manipulated by her own shadow strings, this dark part of you which stop you from changing, evolving, growing up. So I decided to help you, to find a way to make you free from yourself, regardless of costs.

I'm a necromancer. One of those people able to play and deal with Death, to manipulate dead souls. In the end of the battle, while your dead bloody body was resting on the floor, I decided to reanimated you under the terrible sight from my teammates. All they wanted was you dead. But I didn't care, I couldn't let you behind. You needed help, you needed to be saved. I didn't wanted to turn you into my slave, but I didn't have the choice, it was the only way at this moment. All I wanted at this moment, while your base was falling down, was to save you. No matter if my own soul was now damned by the Gods you wanted your soul.

We managed to escape, me holding my precious little doll between my arms. Your skin was so pale and your body so cold. You looked so fragile, but throught your green dragon eyes, I still was able to see the hate in your eyes. I sew up your leg you loose during the battle. I took care of you. You were my doll, precious beautiful Doll. I knew that you would kill me if you could at this moment. But I didn't care. All I wanted was to save you.

After a passionate debate with my allies, I convinced them to not sending you to the god of Nightmare who was claiming your soul, to take you to a Church to purify your soul and resurrect you instead. I could already imagining you walking by our side, discovering the world with a new angle. I gave you your armor back, because the sparkle of hope shining in my heart told me to trust you, that everything will be alright. I praised for your heart to feel again.

I was so naive and blind. The Holy light from the Goddess purified your soul, but you were still half black-Dragon. And everything went wrong. You killed these priest to brought you to life. I was so confused, desperate. Why didn't you accept this second chance ? Why didn't you even try to change ? You looked at me right in the eyes as you told me : "Because that's who I am."

Those words was your last one. Once more, you were defeated by my comrade, and my nightmares are now haunted by the vision of your head rolling on the floor. My team finally had its revenge. They celebrated your death. I think I'm the only one who's mourning you now. Pretty ironic for a Necromancer, uh ? I don't even know why I feel so sad, and why I wanted to save you. You were a bad person. Maybe I wanted to see goodness in you. I still wish there's still light in the bottom of your soul. I can't really explain why, but I felt linked to you in any way. Or maybe between us two, the Doll is not the one I expected to be...

I'm so sorry. I failed. I wasn't able to open your eyes to the light. All I wanted was to save you, and you to accept my reached hand. I wanted to offer you redemption. I wanted you to release you from yourself. 

I wonder what happened to your soul. Your soul has been purified for all your crimes, so there was still a chance for you to evade the Hells. One of the Priest told me that you're safe. That you are now working in God of Knowledges and Languages's library. I guess you're finally in a better place where you can find an answer for every of your questions. I guess I saved you finally. A smile appeared on my sad pale face for the first time for days.

Goodbye, Abigail Ryles. I wish you all the best wherever you are. I still hope that the little girl you were is still alive and that you'll turn into a good person again, that you'll break your strings and open your eyes. Maybe we'll meet again, but this time, I wish we'll be side by side."