MJ#1 The Jeweled Villain

After vainly searching through my Netflix 'Instant Queue' and several piles of books stuffed behind the coffee maker, I realize the myth that I see in myself.  The first 'original' thought in my head came to me in bed one night. I was five years old and relied on others to shape my impressionable mind.  Then the thought scrambled desperately out of its little cage.  Why hadn't I freed it before?  The Jeweled.  She followed me through my dreams and I gave her a story to live in.  As subtle as a river in the Sahara, she wandered through replays of other tales.  She broke Harry's glasses, rode Sapphira (much to Eragon's displeasure), backhanded several irritating characters in the face, and slaughtered any idiot who dared to hurt the good ones. With each story she visited, she acquired a new ability until, finally, she was complete.  Only the plot was left now.  Sequencing my dreams so they picked up right where they left off, I haphazardly structured her a home, her very own plot with her very own sidekicks and enemies forced to deal with her violent, eccentric personality.  Of course even I know she's the real 'bad guy' but I don't mind.  Every 'good' character flourishes with a dark side and every villain grows with a quiet, innocent ambition.  Naturally, that's what makes them a villain in the first place and that's what created The Jeweled.  I suppose that makes me the villain.