I wish I could take it back. All of it. I was so young. I didn’t know what I was doing, but then again, I guess none of us really knew what we were getting ourselves into. None of us knew that once we made our contract, confessed our loves and received the power to become magical girls, we would also be put into a game where friendships became alliances and surviving meant murder. None of us knew that when we made the solemn vow to use our magic to help improve the lives of those in Manehattan, we would also be consenting our lives away to the spirit of chaos, allowing him to play whatever kind of mind games he saw fit…

But, it's too late for sympathy. It's too late to try and justify anything anymore, to myself or to anyone else. I guess the only thing left to do is tell my story… of how I became a magical girl.

The third and final installation to the Magical Girl Trixie series.