Her bosom heaved as the last of the tyrants was swallowed into the depths of the ocean. The waves and winds roared triumphantly, with joyous beats of thunder and spectacular lightning joining in the celebrations of a war deservedly won. The Sun broke in from behind heavy clouds, a sliver of light highlighting her raw beauty.
Those vile creatures had dared to molest and mistreat her without a semblance of guilt for their acts. She had fought back several times but they only ravaged her more. There was only so much one could take.
The ultimatum came when their greed drove them to take complete advantage of her. This time she marshaled all her energy, forces, and strengths to combat them. A deadly rage coursed through every inch of her body. Her eyes reflected ferocity, her hands packed power, and her whole being attacked them with lethal fierceness, that ripped them apart, pieces of them strewn all across the space.
Freedom was hers at last. She was no longer chained to the whims and fancies of others. She was free from degradation and disrespect. She was whole again. She soaked in the peace and love that abounded her. The wind whispered in her ears, the waves danced, and the Sun smiled down at her, blessing her with its beams of rays.
A smile lit her face. All was well again.
People always underestimate my power, she reflected as she rotated on her axis and revolved around the Sun.
This post has been written for the fortnight long #BarAThon challenge organized by Blog-A-Rhythm.