Matilda's mother was yelling about something again. Her poor caretaker. The roar of Geraldine's voice echoed from the other wing of the house, where Geraldine lived with her caretaker.
Matilda herself was quite old, and by all rights her mother should be dead now. She was taking up space on the property.
Matilda fingered the rose colored quartz stone on her chest, a grin pulling at her lips.
Having magical powers didn't need to be all about saving the world. It was okay to use it for selfish reasons now and then. After all, nobody would know.
Matilda transformed into Rose Quartz, a pink themed, eternally youthful magical girl with a sweet voice and the magical power to mold the world into something as pretty perfect as herself.
"She slips and falls. She's an old lady, after all." Quartz said, her wide, pink hued eyes the picture of innocence.
"And she hits her head and it splits open in a splatter of blood! The old witch dies immediately!" Quartz said, her eyes narrowing, and snapped her perfect pink gloved fingers daintily.
She called back her pretty floating gems and transformed back to the music of the caretaker's screams.
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Sparkly
FantasyWhat would you do if you were randomly granted godlike power? Would you defend the world? Kill people you don't like? See the great sights of the universe? When a bunch of random people gain the power to turn into magical girls, how will they use...
