Fallen (editing)

Father was lounging in his chair, his legs up against the armrest.
He smirked at me as I come in.
"Did you like my present?"
I glower. "Oh yes. Very thoughtful of you. Sending an assassin to kill your son."
Father laughs. "You should've been more careful. And it took you so long to send it back."
I grit my teeth.
"Oh don't be mad. You need to sharpen your skills. Whatever skills you do have."
I stay silent, grounding my fist into my thigh.
Father leans back against his chair, folding his hands.
"So. Have you made any progress?"
I stare at the ground.
Father frowns. "Are you serious? You are my son. It should not be this hard to do. A couple nations enslaved, others annihilated, I don't see what the problem is."
I glare at him. "Firstly, I don't have any resources or weapons. And the humans speak a completely different language I don't even know. Secondly, how the Djinn am I gonna get the energy to do all that?"
Father cocks his head. "Improvise."

I'm going to re-write this story seeing as I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out, so stay tuned!