C.C., having been unable to practically do anything, with her loss of power, felt rage, anger, loneliness coming up. She felt herself growing mad, hateful. Nobody in here deserved to live. None of them. Nor Droite, not Phoenix, not Augusto, and least of all Pride. He'd helped her, they were partners, now, he dropped her, like some disposable item. It made her mood even worse, and her eyes turned darker.
Her hair, once a beautiful green, not gulfed over her shoulders and back, in pitch-black. Her white, innocent straitjacket had made place her black robes, which provided her all the protection she needed. Her eyes, before so softly brown, nearly golden, now shone in ice cold blue, as she stood up from the ground, more powerful then before. "Finally ... I'm out again." She looked around, at the caves, not seeing anyone but a young man. "Augusto, was it?" A smile, making people shiver, appeared on her lips, as she slowly strode towards the little guy. "So tell me. How do you value life?"
She was free. The girl who banned her real name, as to never have it be used against her, the lovely C.C., had made place for her true self. A dark person. Shadows incarnate. Someone knowing her true name. The true name that would give a person immense power. Hers? Darquesse.
Subject: The Caves 
