My crazy dad became the Villian: Scenespiration #1

What the hell-

"Father?" I pressed through the door.

Silence responded.

I closed the door. Following the golden carpet to the throne, the hall was surprisingly empty. Where were the servants? The lack of music was uncomfortable, even the annoying advisors had abandoned their seats.

Why?

Usually I couldn't hear my own steps; now they rang in my ears.

Hmm.

White pillars, carried up by thin golden patterns, swept across the wide ceiling. Jems, fastened in place to form the nations symbol- a 7-sided star- branched across the pillars. Banners of gold-blue, silver-green, and copper red thronged the path, displaying many of the nation's highest orders and most exalted companies.

"My daughter," Bathed in crisp golden robes, they layered him as if autumn leaves.

"Father." My knee met the marble ground. "You summoned me?"

He whisked a small, golden flask in his hand. "Yes yes."

Silence.

I tapped my fingers against the ground, as if to silently gesture him to say more.

"I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Era."

"You're against the wall, Father." I said plainly. "There's only one side."

"Are metaphors nothing to you?"

"Uhm?"

"You know I've been practicing poetry."

I nodded.

He sipped from his cup. "Can I go on?"

"Sure thing."

"Anyway. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed." he paused, seeing if I would interrupt him.

I kept my eyes on him.

"And, I was thinking. It isn't very fun to be the good guy anymore."

I rolled my eyes.

"It's true! Where's the glory?" he stood. "There's no fun in being the strongest person in the entire universe. It gets boring. Where's the war? The battle? I'm tired of passing healthcare laws, Era."

"Then pass it to your advisors." I said dryly.

"They're worse than the Drizzlies."

"Then fire them?"

"And hire more moorans?"

I shrugged. "Can I leave now? I was in the middle of a game of cards."

"This is serious." he sat back down, crossing his legs. "I'm going to take over the world."

"Like last year?"

"That was strategy so people would pay their taxes."

"And this is?"

"Not that."

"So...?"
"I'm going to be the bad guy."

"For...?"

"Ever."

I stood, eyes directly into his. I didn't have enough time to play his games, and I definitely wasn't going to be pracked again.

He smiled softly. "I can tell this comes as quite the shock. Would you like to talk about it?"

"No." My robes fluttered, as I stormed to leave.

"Era." he called, annoyed.

I turned, giving him the cut-the-crap face.

"Problem exactly."

"What?"

"People won't take me seriously. So, I've divided my path into two steps. First, I'm going to do something super evil. Then I'm going to go join the Drizzles."

"Sure thing."

"So I'm giving you the first punch. Kill me."

"You're dumb!" I shot back. "What's wrong with you?"

He spread out his arms. "You have 10 seconds."

"Don't tempt me." I growled.

"I'm trying!!" he yelled back. "I'm going to set up a prison camp. I'm going to wreck this nation, increase taxation and turn healthcare into deathcare."

"Yeah, maybe you can go find those fake Drizzles you always talked about."

"They were real." he smiled. "And I'm going to show you."

I huffed, fists balled into iron weights.

"3." he said playfully. "2.... 1...."

The room exploded.

Fire blasted through columns as an iron fist through ice. I was thrown back, tumbling like a dry reed in the desert. Splattering against the far wall, I gurgled blood into the flames.

Pain had cast itself over me, as if frozen in time. My face was wet, part of my feet seemed missing. Moving was impossible.

"WHAT?!" I screamed, looking at my bloody hands. Torrents of fire had escalated through the ceiling, burning into the higher levels. Stone, furniture, and thrashing banners were called down by gravity. Everything was coming apart faster than a sandcastle in a hurricane.

Grabbing the door besides me, I lifted myself to my feet. Trails of blood, my new shadow, followed me through the door.

Hopefully fire couldn't burn blood.

'Guards!" I roared, my face deep red. Shame, blood, and humiliation had twisted my face into a nasty snarl.

"Princess!" they yelled, nearly dropping their weapons. Dozens ran over, grabbing my shoulders for support.

"My dad... kill him."

"What?"

My knees buckled, they dropped down with me. "He joined the Drizzlies... tried to kill me."

"Find the king." a tall, fine woman appeared from behind. "We will investigate the claims."

They scurried past me, following the path of blood I'd just paved.

I laid down, aided by the captain. Eyes pale, I felt like I should be in deep pain. I'd jumped into a pool of warm sweat, blood had flooded my skin.

My dad had tried to get me to kill him.

Then he tried to kill me.

I wasn't going to fail a second time.

I blanked out.