This is the story of a single soul.
Who from day one--
;Fought with all her might.
This is the story of  a dauntless being who's tears were forced out.
Even after keeping them hidden from their view.
A loud and intense soul that boasted an unusual combination of fire and ice. One that refused to let anyone bring her down.
This..is the story of how one day. She fought with all her might.
Trying to keep her head held high.
But they couldn't let her keep her pride.
They couldn't let others see what she truly was.
Because her intrepid ways were an insult to tradition and to thier power.
But like I mentioned before.  She knew no fear. And this is what happened.
All the Pushing. And yelling. High volumes of anger.
And the bitterness clawing at her.
But she's Still a wild flame.
Until eventually ;
-her head  was pushed against the floor with another's gruesome foot.
A polished,  cold leather shoe.
" respect me or fear the consequences. Who do you think you are?"
And so she sat there infuriated as she was, tears streaming down.
Hands tied back. Eyes looking down.
Because she knew who she was. She knew what she's capable of.  
But it causes them to feel intimidated and insulted. She's unlike anything anyone's ever seen before.
This is the story of how they tried to break her...
And succeeded.
And took away what made her..her.
And now she waits looking from the floor in rage....waiting.  
Not a happy ending ;no. A twisted story;yes.
But they'd better watch out.
Because silent fury always makes the loudest noise.