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Red

At first, Red thought it was stupid to be named after a colour. She thought it was too simple and desired a fancier name. After all, who would become famous with a name like Red's?

"Visit your grandmother and give her the basket," her mother had said. "She'll be delighted to see you."

Red nodded and slipped her red hood over her head, hand-sewn by her grandmother. She took the basket and set off into the dark woods.

What happened next became a fairytale, and the name "Red" became associated with admiration and bravery.

Red, the colour of attention.

And Red became known as "Red Riding Hood". She had fame, people praised her for her intelligence and wit, her family was proud to have Red as their daughter. Cheeks flushed with excitement, the young girl waved to the crowd, blowing kisses, and the masses cheered. Her vanity grew and grew and she busied herself with makeovers, styling her hair, putting on makeup and so on. She didn't care much about other people, and didn't talk with them, thinking she was all above them because of her fairytale and should not talk to "peasants".

Then Jack came along. Handsome, hardworking Jack with his axe. Despite him being poor, Red liked him. She wanted him. He was the only exception to her "no peasants" rule.

Red twirled the golden strands of her hair between her fingers, sending the young man a flirtatious look. He however, did not notice, and was preoccupied with talking to another girl, who was rather plain-looking to Red. Red gave a "hmph" and immediately returned home to put on a brand new dress she had commissioned, determined to win Jack's attention.

Red, the colour of desire.

She desired him to the extent she would drive his love, Goldilocks, away just to have him. When she became queen, she was so very sure he would marry her. She had everything! Beauty, riches, power, status. She proposed to him every time he saw her. She manipulated herself into thinking that Jack loved her back, and when she forced herself to see how Jack and Goldilocks were so happy together, she was in tears.

After all those years; wasted time spent on mirrors and empty words and pining after a man who never loved her back.

Red, the colour of love.

At first, Red thought Jack was her true love. She was so sure of it. But he wasn't. And Red, with her broken heart, thought she might never love again.

But then she realized there was a huge difference between like and love.

She didn't know she loved Charlie at first. But slowly, slowly, she recovered from her heartbreak, with smiles and new friends. Charlie was kind and didn't care how arrogant she was, and filled the gaps in her heart. He helped her to rule the kingdom, and cared greatly for her. With Charlie, she was complete. Holding hands, the duo stepped onto the palace balcony, as the citizens below cheered and whooped. Charlie gave Red's hand a squeeze, to comfort her, to remind her he was always there, before Red began her speech to the people she ruled over.

Red, the colour of passion.

Through Charlie, Red formed a bond with her kingdom. It wasn't just something to boast about, but she genuinely cared about the people, her people. They liked her, and she liked them back. So when Ezmia asked her to give up her kingdom, she downright refused, blue eyes glowing with stubbornness.

Why? Because she cared about her people, and didn't want any harm to come to them. It was a fierce protectiveness only a monarch could feel, something like how a mother feels to her own children. She was passionate about ruling, and felt great satisfaction when she saw the happy smiles of her people.

She only surrendered when Ezmia threatened to kill her people one by one in front of her. And she did so with great bitterness, ashamed at her own uselessness.

Red, the colour of anger.

Red thought she has really found her true love. But then, Charlie was snatched brutally from her, on the date they were supposed to stay with each other until the very end.

She screamed, but she could hear nothing.

Blood roared in her veins, and she clambered down the aisle hysterically, eyes bloodshot. She hollered and screamed until her voice was hoarse, but there was no calming the storm inside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably like rivers. Nobody could comfort her, not Goldilocks, not her granny, not Jack.

Because she had lost her love twice.

She came up with vengeful plans to destroy Morina, rip out her very heart and soul. Red gritted her teeth. She would pay to take Charlie away-

Then she realized Charlie was trapped in a magic mirror. And there was no way out.

Red's eyes filled with tears when she saw Froggy gave a faint smile to comfort her, only a shadow of the same smile she loved and once saw.

And just like that, her heart became empty again.

Depression overcame her anger. Her desperate wails swallowed by her grief. That quivering flame extinguished.

Red sat on the floor of the cave, fingers absentmindedly tracing the red fabric of her dress. Once shiny and clean, now coated with grime and dust.

Maybe Red is really the right name for me, she thought bitterly.

A/N: So I'm beginning a new drabble series. Each drabble would be about a colour and a character. Hope you enjoyed! And please read and review!