A Gruesome Task (On Hold)

Chapter 4

Herro, everyone! My apoligies for not being able to post any sooner, but here is Chapter 4.  

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Chapter 4

 

"Dad?" I squeaked.

 

He turned to face me and smiled. This smile wasn't friendly though. It was as if every time he looked at me he was in the waiting room again. Hopping for that nurse to come out and tell him he has a beautiful baby boy. And now every time he looks at me, he get's disappointed even more.

 

But I didn't get to chose. I wanted to scream at him. It wasn't fair that I got treated this way for something I had no control over. Trust me, if I knew this was the way things were to happen, I would have wished I was a boy. Life would be easier. My father would be proud of me and I would be able to fight. I remember a conversation my father had, I was supposed to be sleeping, but I couldn't. So I went to see my father, but he was talking, so I listened. I was a sneaky little child. Anyway, they were talking about me . . .

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My dad was pacing around the room, he was much thinner and had more hair. "I don't know what to do." He seemed stressed out. I just wanted to go give him a big hug. But he might ruin my braids, I thought. "What will I do, Antoine?"

 

Then another man appeared beside him. He was younger and taller. He had dirty blond hair and a square face. "You'll figure something out, Martin. You're the King for god sake! You can do this, it's only a child. If you train it now she'll be as good as any warrior on the Legends." I noticed he was using 'it' instead of 'she', that didn't make me feel so good. As if I was an object instead of a person.

 

My father banged his fists on his desk. "Teach a girl? She'll never learn a anything. I would never do such a thing. Not even to save one of my kind, not even to save myself."

 

Antoine shook his head. "To save her?" He whispered. I wasn't sure who he was referring to when he said 'her', but I had a felling he they weren't talking about me anymore.

 

My father walked up to him and pointed to himself. "Not even to save myself," my father repeated.

 

Antoine straightened up. "But, you can't just not do anything about it. You could at least try. It's what your kingdom would want."

 

My father snorted.

 

"It's what Erin would have wanted," Antoine whispered.

 

My father looked up at him, and I thought I saw a spark in his eyes, but I guess I was wrong. "To teach her, would be like trying to teach a pile of wood to dance. Impossible."

 

"To get that wood to dance, all you need is a little fire," Antoine responded. "I could do that for you, Martin. I could teach her." I could tell Antoine was really trying to help me. And I respected that, I always liked him. But I always wondered what my life would be like if he hadn't done what he had done. Better or worse?

 

My father walked to the door, not the one that I was standing in, but another and said. "Do what you want, but at the end of the day, you better get it done, and maybe you're family will finally get a good life." Then he opened the door and walked through it.