Different

Everything had changed.

And yet, nothing had changed. The landscape was the same flat gray, the plains were still as empty and unchanging. There was still the same feeling of desolation and hopelessness.

But now there was purpose.

She laughed. She couldn't help it. Something just struck her as funny, and she laughed, tilting her head back and letting the laughter bubble up. It had been so long since she'd laughed, since she'd felt true joy, and it tore through her throat, making her hoarse.

But still she laughed.

Claire was gone, buried somewhere deep in her consciousness. She was still there, somewhere, but far enough away that she couldn't interfere.

Because Claire was out of the picture for now.

She was different.

She had changed.

And It had given her a new name. A lovely name, one that suited her. That flattered her.

She was the Witch.

And she would show them, the others, that they couldn't ignore her. She wasn't the shy girl cowering in the corner anymore. Oh no.

She was powerful. And to ignore her was a very, very bad idea.

And still she laughed.

The End

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