Double Edged Sword

It wouldn't take much to control her. He knew that. 
Everyone has weaknesses. No one lacks their kryptonite. And he always knew hers and exploited hers, just for another edge to grow on his piercing sword. No one realized her problems were his strength. And even if they did, no one cared.

The only reason he was tough was because he had made her weak. But the more edges he created, the less the craftmanship valued. Anyone could see the weaknesses in slices, the lack of balance in the blade and the way the metal began to look warped. 

He was blinded by his sword. It had become his everything. Why would he need others for, if he had his own strength? And that's all that he had cared about. He needed to be stronger, better and safer than that of his counterpart. Just saw more as better and kept expanding. There was no way to stop him. And she knew it. They all knew it. 

She knew it, better than the rest. And she knew more. She knew that the sword of strength and weaknesses would be the final end of his reign and waited patiently. Every day for years she sat there, she took his hits, she watched the sword grow. And it would be nice to say she was fearless, that she knew better and kept to the course but it wasn't so. 

What she feared most: wasn't the comments, wasn't the pain, but was the fact that that sword would keep growing. That she would have all her weaknesses exposed and thus he would have the ultimate power over the world. 

She had hoped that one day the world would change. That she would find some strength to take it all back. To take control of her own weaknesses and her own life.

He kept up his game. Especially since it was the only one he knew. The sword had grown to the point that he was the only one that could carry it. And he still exploited her. Finally, he realized that he could no longer wield it like he once could. He blamed it on age, she always knew better. The sword had become stronger than the master.

Sure enough, where he was once undefeatable, she watched him fall. Where once he was always victorious. she watched him suffer. She laughed at his naivity and his thirsty for overcontrolled power. And he tried to upgrade himself. To find his strengths to feed from the sword, but alas, there were none. 

He dragged out more weaknesses until his multi-edged sword became too much, too heavy. Even for him to wield.

And this was her chance, finally after all these years she went after his weaknesses. And it was simple. She didn't know how she went on for so long thinking he was godliness. She found the strength she needed, in her own weaknesses. What he called stupid she saw as right. What he saw as wrong, she saw as strength. What he saw as too planned, she saw as stategic. What he saw as careless, she saw as human. 

She lifted his sword well above his hunched over body and swung until his head hit the ground in front of him, while the rest of his body slumped backwards. All this time she thought he was strong and she was weak. Because after all these years, that is what it seemed like. Yet here she was, the hero, the righteous, and the bold. Defeating the man that held her back and made her feel worthless. So she decided to wield the sword. She held the sword of her strengths and weaknesses.

With her sword in hand, she headed out to right those that have done wrong around her. 

And this, this was her destiny.