A mighty quest

I'm a survivor and I come to tell you my tale.  Two months ago, one seemingly innocuous mosquito bit me and transferred into my bloodstream a deadly disease. Like Lily sacrificed her life for Harry, my mother sacrificed her K-serial marathon for me and brought me back from the jaws of death. I oathed then to make it my life's mission to kill every single mosquitoes in the world. Lets call me, the-girl-who-lived. 

The girl-who-lived fought valiantly against the odds, outmanoeuvring the enemy's superior aeronautical skills and causing grave harm to its army, until one day, the news about this brave girl reached the Queen Mosquito. She consulted her counsel and so it was decided -- the girl-who-lived was ordained to die.    

In the dead of the night, they came stealthily and in swarms while the poor child slept unaware; dreaming of her bed and her food, her love and her mosquito repellent. In a typical ugly insect fashion, without so much as a war call, they attacked all at once hitting at the most vulnerable spots of her body. 

The girl writhed in pain as they sank their greedy mouths into her delicate skin and drank her blood, weakening her body, minute by minute. They laughed and laughed at the poor girls plight; assured as they were of their imminent victory. Little did they know that the girl-who-lived had been preparing for this her entire life. It was for this reason that she had stored tremendous reserves of protective fat in a number of places throughout her body that shielded her and saved her life that day. 

With the element of surprise on her side, she rose and she killed, ruthlessly and with deadly precision.  One by one, each troop fell to the mighty hand. Too late did the Queen gnash her antennae and made her retreat. By then, the damage was done, the battle lost. The girl-who-lived emerged victorious once more. 

However, the girl-who-lived did not bask in the glory. Her hands were dirty. She felt like Lady Macbeth when she wanted to be Bella Swan. In the aftermath of the war, the colossal death and destruction she had caused seemed so futile. So she vowed anew that she would give up the blood lust and spread the message of universal mosquito tolerance and painless swatting techniques. 

And she did too. For ten long, peaceful, bloodless hours.  

Until the new moon.  

When she closed her eyes and dreamed her dreams once more and then... felt  the lusty mouths suck at her skin once more. 

As the mosquitoeth army comes forth again, the girl-who-lived rises from her lair. The quest is renewed.  Now, the thirst will be quenched only after the mosquito army is destroyed. Once and for all. 

And, so it begins