At the first sweet dawn of light, Gabriella woke up in front of her home. She was in pain, hating, and sad. She struggled to stand up, and went down into her hole.

She looked around it, seeing, for the first time, all she had done. All of her possessions were gotten from her whoring around, she brought herself to believe now. She couldn't stand looking at everything she owned, at everything she had done...

She went into a rage then. Yelling, crying, she started to destroy her home. Setting fire to everything, kicking appliances over, breaking glass, she destroyed every last thing she owned, until...

She grabbed a mirror, and looked into it. As she looked at it, she not only saw her reflection. She saw a worthless being, created by accident, unwanted but for my own desires. She dropped the mirror, fell to her knees, and broke into tears, crying hard as her destroyed home lay collapsing around her.

I sensed her pure rage from miles away, and came running. When I walked in, the first thing was the amount of destruction and fire. As I walked through, I used my ice abilities to put out the fires. 

Then, I came upon her, crying her eyes out. I sensed her pure hatred, sadness, and fear. I walked up to her slowly from behind. As I came closer, I noticed something... She was freed from my will... I approached her and wondered what could have happened that made her like that...

When I was but inches away from her, she turned around, and through tears, she gave me a look of hatred. Her look of hatred was one that was, at that point, the most pure of hatred I have ever seen.

"You..." she said, hatred in her voice. She stood up, and forced me to a wall, which collapsed and caused her to pin me to the ground. "You will pay for the pain you caused me! I shouldn't have existed, and you chose to punish me by making me your puppet! What do you have to say for yourself, master?!" She said 'master' as if it were the worst word in the English language.

I looked at her with fear in my eyes, at a complete loss for words. She looked at me, and drew a large knife from the ground near us, placing it to my neck. She touched the metal to my neck, ready to end my life. I looked at her, and silently begged her not to.

She pulled the knife away from my neck and stood up. She then brought the knife to her chest, and prepared to stab herself, tears and hate in her eyes. Just as she was about to end herself, I stood up, and wrestled the knife from her grip. 

Once she was disarmed, she tackled me once again, but this time, she just cried. She cried into my chest, her tears flowing over me as she thought of everything that happened in the last week. I saw, and tried to comfort her. 

We lay there for hours as her home slowly collapsed around us. Finally, she fell asleep. I carried her out of the hole, as it finally collapsed as we exited. 

The magic book which she hated was lost under ground forever. The magic that created her, controlled her, ruined her... And as it lay underground decomposing, so did our hope of ever bringing her to a normal life: a fully independent, fertile, and loved teenage girl, free from our shared life force. 

That was the day I started to truly fear magic... And the day she came to hate it with a burning passion...