Lost Queen : I don’t want your sympathy, or anyone’s. sympathy is offensive to me, and my culture. I tell others the full story of their precious heros, instead of the usual ‘bad guys are evil because evil’. My people and I had more depth than that, and I feel no shame reminding everyone.
Malefor was selfish, and his paranoia and madness was what killed my people. Even before my city’s fall, I was better than him. My people helped shape the darkness into what it was, because there must be darkness to the light. The ying to the yang, it was our part, and we played it with pride. My mate, King Kurogh, was the foolish one. He wanted to turn our people into Malefor’s followers; randomly attacking the light to demolish it. That was not our goal. That was not our place. The Kurosian goal was to balance the order. I tried to stop it, I tried to build a resistance to return my people to their ways, but I was betrayed.
Why? Because the Skylanders refused to help. Yes, they had reason, as my people of late had been used by Malefor, but I had tried to reason with them. Eon was meant to be the opposite, again the ying to the yang, and understand. I had given them the chance to bring an end to the foolish reign of Malefor, and free my people to go back to keeping the balance. They refused, and because of them, my people, my children, everything that I knew was burned and destroyed. Since then, evil hasn’t been in balance, and the wars have been worse.
My mind has been twisted since then with grief, with the blind urge for revenge. I have war flash backs, I have vivid nightmares and night terrors, I black out and vanish for days in my castle only to be found in abandoned rooms speaking my now dying language. I am not what I used to be.
I would have gone insane if it hadn’t been for Kaos and my family, it is because of them that I am slowly healing. I was and always will be a villain, and as the last survivor of the fall of Kurosia, it is my final duty to haunt the Skylanders for their mistake. I myself cannot keep the balance, I needed my people, and so I must be the Kuros’ final weapon. Until Bhailiu takes me under it’s wing, I will keep fighting. I will keep reminding the Skylanders of their wrongful deed.
Villains are villains for a reason. Sometimes, we are turned into them by those who are praised to be heros. Sometimes we’re shaped by fate to carry on that title. Learn to see that, and you’ll understand more clearly that there is no fine line between good and evil.
Weirdlanders 