Bye, Father

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is based on a dream I had. Obviously I added a bunch of stuff. This is about a prince that over throws his king who is a tyrant.

Submitted: January 19, 2014

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My name is Alose. I'm a prince. My father is, Andre, the king. He is kind to me, but rules with an iron fist. Anyone speaks out, they get the gallows. There has been many assassination attempts against him. All have failed. The peasants were punished. One loaf of bread supposed to last a week. There has been uprisings against my father. Every single upriser dead. Their bodies strung all over the village to show what happens when you dare cross the king.

 

 

 

 I was standing on the castle walls watching the latest revolt get put down.

 "What do you think?"asked my father. He was fair skinned like me. He had short black hair. I kept my hair long and in a pony tail.

In my mind I said Just great watching countless people die because of your tyranny, but I said," Good, but don't you get tired of watching them die?"

 "How? This is best entertainment since my knight days!"

Disgusted I left it at that. I thought of how easy it would be to push him off and end this tyranny. I would of, but none of the knights and them would listen too me. If I didn't kill my father with honer. I went back to watching Father's army kill the peasants as easily as killing bugs. Wait... they ARE bugs to my father. He only keeps them around for taxes and the such. I'm going change that one day, I vowed to myself. 

 "That's the last of them. You want to help string the bodies up?" Andre asked. A person who treats people like him is no father of mine. I only call home father to his face to avoid punishment.

 "Uhhh I have to do some work," which was sort of true. I just didn't want too see all of those bodies. 

 "Okay, get to it,"said Andre. I walked back into the castle, and into my private chambers. I started my work where I left it too watch the senseless slaughter of countless innocents. It was just basic stuff learning how to rule a kingdom and the such. It only took me an hour or two. By then a servant got me and told it was supper time.

 I walked down to the dining room, but I didn't see my mother. Only my father and servants. 

 "Where's Mom?" I asked.

 "Dead. She was planning to kill me tonight," my father said as easily as saying he had said what he had ate for breakfast. 

 At that moment I about lost it. I wanted to stuff my fork down his throat. My mother was the only person I loved. She was the only person I could trust. The only person I could talk to about Father's tyranny. 

 That was the last straw! "Father, I challenge you too a duel!" I knew his pride would make him agree.

 “Ahhh look the little baby grew some balls bout time too. I accept your pathetic challenge."spat my father suddenly meaner to me.

 After that I took my meal upstairs in peace. I could barely eat. I was choking on tears for my mother. Once done, I took to my bed to cry myself to sleep. Like I do every time Father makes me watch people die. Only this was sadder. A deeper lost for someone I personally knew. It was tears for my mother. I awoke to the knocking of a servant.

 It took me a moment to recall what had happened last night. I had challenged my father to a duel. A-and h-he had killed my m-mother. This is for you Mother and all of the people my father had killed.

 "Come in," I called. The servant walked in and said," The duel starts at noon. I support your cause." After that she left hurriedly my chambers. I wondered how she knew why I was challenging my father.  I guessed my mother must of trusted and told her about us. I came to a conclusion why walking to the armory that she had heard me muttering. I grabbed my armour and sword. My armour was mostly chain mail and leather made to allow maximum speed and flexibility. My father would choose an axe and heavy, steel armour choosing defence and bulk instead of flexibility and quickness.

 I was betting-no praying I could find the one weak ling in his armour and exploit it. It was the only way I could win, I could knock away his weapon, he'll punch me to death. If I couldn't find the weak link, bye-bye sweet life.

 I put on my armour and walked to the arena in the center of the village by the castle. The arena is pretty much how you could imagine it. A huge circle in closed by 10 foot high stone walls. The walls went up higher the farther you went. There was seats on the walls. At each end of the arena were two gates which opened to allow the competitors in.

 I walked into the arena. By now it was almost noon.  The announcer was announcing us! The gates opened up! I saw my father, and dashed to the center! My father walked up as if he's walking to the dinner table. Suddenly he shouted,"You want this little baby to lead you? He can't even fight!" The crowd started screaming mixed opinions.

 When my father was a couple feet away I ran towards him, lifted up his visor and smashed him in his vicious face. I was about to get away when he swing his fist around and clocked my in the back of my head. I staggered out of his reach, but not before I saw a little cut in his arm pit where the armour didn't cover up. The weak link! I starting dashing in and out of the reach of his axe. After a couple times, when he swung his axe I ducked and stabbed my sword into his arm pit. It worked! He screamed the worst sound you ever heard. A scream of pure agony. I slammed him up against the wall, andtook off his helmet. I kicked his axe away. For you Mother. May your soul rest in peace. I put my bloodied sword against his throat and whispered two words,"Bye, Father." And ended it.

 

 

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