GREED

GREED

My feet clashed into the rustling leaves below, squelching noises are heard when my feet touch solid ground.  My plan, to avenge my father’s death and take my rightful position for the kingdom is in full swing. 

I reminisce of my life as a princess, my father and mother, my friendships. I know now with good comes bad. I think back 3 years ago, how one conversation turned out to be one of the biggest hardships I would come to face.

*3 Years Ago*

I hid outside of my father’s door, listening to him and my uncle argues.

“Arlorm you need to see this in my view, we bring in the dark forces and we could subjugate the world!” My uncle roared.

“No Basrilis” my father spoke to uncle B, “If we bring in the dark forces, our world could be destroyed. Don’t you see, in three years from now when they get here, they will annihilate us. They are the dark forces! Aeduera is meant to take over our kingdom soon anyways” My father pleaded

“That mongrel should have died with your wife, Lucky I took over your position or else you would have driven this kingdom into the ground, I am bringing them in whether you like it or not and as for Aeduera I will kill her!” I took a sharp intake of oxygen, feeling a lack of this element around me.

I slowly crept away from the room and started running when my dad, and former king of Alfheim, contacted me through our mind link, ‘Aeduera run away and don’t come back! I love you’ his voice sounded strained.

‘I love you dad’ I contacted him before a gunshot was heard and my heart broke slightly. My father was dead all because of Uncle B.

*Present Day*

My father’s best friend, Onler, snuck me in through the gates to our kingdom, Alfheim, 10 minutes ago. We Crept eerily into the distance until the castle I grew up in came into reach. We ducked into the left wing of the castle and into the crevice from when I was younger and played ‘hiding princesses and princes’,  a game I now found invaluable.

Onler and I slithered like snakes into the north head of the castle to collect the sacred wand of 1000 wise wizards and witches. A wand so powerful it could overthrow a king and his kingdom, however it shed its magical powers for only pure, altruistic souls. My foot stepped into the corridor for the north head, weapon chamber. A hand wormed its way to my neck, slender, muscular and wart covered fingers clasping the skin above my larynx.

“Princess” a menacing tone sneered into my ear, “Surely you’re not here for a sort of, spellbound sceptor? Because that would mean I would have to kill you” each word dripped with venom as it’s hands pulled a cooling, steel blade across my chestnut hair and caramel skin. Onler started to shake with unrefined anger and pulsed forwards, attacking the burly goblin behind me and snapped his neck while he was blindsided.

“Aeduera, behind you!” Onler threw a blade at me, which I caught with ease then flipped myself around just in time to meet another 2 guards of my uncles, charging towards us. I roundhouse the first man in the temple knocking him out and grabbed the second at knife point to hand me the keys for the chamber. The Goblin cowered with fear, handed the wand to me, which he surprisingly held in his pocket, and ran off. I spun on the balls of my feet and witnessed the man that saved my life mere moments ago, drenched in his blood, oozing out of the gnash that traced from ankle to mid-thigh.

“Punch your uncle for me, princess” Onler stated with tears of pride dripping down his features. I nodded and sprinted my way to the office my father used to own, ready to give my uncle a taste of his own medicine.

I flung the door open and pounced on the only living creature in the room, Uncle B. He was startled and fear clouded his vision, he pried me away from his torso and scurried behind his desk, pulling out a ’22 (gun). He tackled me in a nanosecond and pointed the barrel between my eyebrows.

“I hate you!” I boomed out.

Taken aback from my tone he withdrew enough for me to activate a self-freeze on the wand for anyone who wasn’t pure. I threw the wand at his silhouette, which he caught smoothly. He paced towards me menacingly, before his figure turned rigid and froze over.

I padded my way over to the man, stopping a hairsbreadth away, whispering into his ear.

“This is a result of greed, Basrilis” I took the wand and smashed it into the ice, which shattered the corpse inside also.

Finally, I was the ruler of Alfheim.