Dimitri walked into his father's throne room nervously. Father very rarely summoned him, and when he did it was for missions only.
"Dimitri," said Father, coldly, "I have a mission for you. Italzi Dolor is on the run from my army. She's the biggest threat to my position in decades and she must be destroyed, as an example of what could happen if anyone were to challenge me."
Dimitri had the feeling that the last part was directed toward him.
"Of course, Father. Anything for you. I am your humble and faithful servant."
"Exactly, my boy. Oh, and by the way, your friend, the Bunn girl is with her. Helping a wanted criminal makes you a wanted criminal so she has life-long imprisonment to the death penalty, just so you know."
Dimitri turned pale. He thought of himself piercing Cindie's soft skin. Bruising her soft brown eyes. Hurting her. He couldn't; he could never. His father had a glint in his eyes. This was a test, he knew it. He was testing whether Dimitri would stand up for his friend or remain loyal to him. Cindie was his best friend, but the King was his ruler and father. All Dimitri had to do was prove himself to his father; show him that he really could be all that he wanted him to be. This was his chance. This was his chance to make his father love him again.
"Of course, Father," Dimitri said, and set off to kill Italzi. To kill Cindie.
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Exile
FantasyI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
