The important thing is always to learn. It doesn't matter what you're reading, what you're doing, as long as you're learning. Life is made up of stories, so always make sure to take stock of everything around you, and anything interesting that happens. It may someday make for a good story. But if it doesn't, it was still a learning experience. So go out, learn, live, and make a story worth telling.
The punishment for Pride is to have nothing to be proud of.
She was certainly proud, that was a well-known fact. She was the best at magic, was the mightiest warrior. She had grown so old and developed her powers so much that she could have everything she wanted at the snap of fingers. Great old spells, the ones that took many powerful being to cast together, she did on her own with better results than the groups. Wanted by all men, envied by all women (and wanted by most of them, as well), she was everything.
But she didn’t care. She’d had the power for so long it no longer made a difference. She was bored with it. Where is the pleasure in a thing if all that needs to be done to get it is snap your fingers? It was boring, so very boring. Even killing had grown dull. No man could best her at battle, and any man that tried ended up in her bed or in a grave (sometimes both in that order).
Her wings were sleek, large, powerful. She was one of the few that knew how to use them as a weapon as well as a shield. She would go into battle without weapons, arm tied behind her back with rope that would bind even her, just to show off. Her body was flawless, and if even that couldn’t entice who or what she wanted, she could change it at will to whatever she desired. It was such a good illusion that it could even fool others of her kind. She knew every weapon, was a master at each, but preferred daggers and black aura to do her battles, because you had to get that much closer to use them properly. But she was bored with it, with the battlefield, with carnal pleasures.
She chose to be punished. She didn’t care what they were punishing her for, it would just be something different. But she had earned the punishment, had been full of pride for so long it was entwined with every fiber of her being. She only got the punishment which she deserved. She may have went along willingly, but a punishment it was.
The punishment for Pride is to have nothing to be proud of. And she lives with it every day.
