Power and money

My name is Amaly Xioani. I’m the heir to the clan Xioani. I’m 19 years old. All my life I’ve been taught that except me and my family no one is important enough. I’m a fire user as I my mother and father but they act like I’m the best. I’m not horrible at using fire as I’m stronger than my brothers and sisters. They now act like I’m perfect. I never understood why because I shouldn’t have been next in line. It should have been my older brother that should have gotten all the attention and love. I don’t want it or need it. There is just one thing I want. To end this fucking war.

“Young mistress! YOUNG MISTRESS! We have terrible news.” I’ve never seen my butler so worried and sad. He’s usually a pretty well-grounded man.

“What is it Frens? What happened?” I said.

“It’s your father, I’m afraid. He’s very ill. He might not live to see another morning.”

“Where is he? We have to go now!” He looked at me worried. He probably thought I was going to cry. “What are you waiting for Frens? LET’S GO NOW”

Frens guided me to my fathers chambers. He looked horrible, my dad. His red, fiery hair looked now more like ashes. His strong eyes and look seemed weak now. The realization hit me like a rock. The man that thought he was the center of the world was now nothing more that an old dying man. He acted like nothing and no one could ever get to him but now he was gonna die because of an illness. He took a deep breath, looked at me and said:

“I want you to win the war Amaly.”

“I’m not going to continue it” I answered.

“YOU WILL. AND YOU WILL DO AS I SAID.” He raged.

“I’m not. You can’t do anything now. You’re just and ill man. It’s the end for you and it’s just starting for me” I looked at him coldly.

“A-A-Amaly do-do as I say.”. He took one last breath and he was gone. I smirked.

“Look what you did” my mom said.

I looked over to my mother. She was a frail woman. Any cold would get her stuck in the bed for days. I guess no one thought she was going to live more than my father. She had teary eyes and looked like she wanted to be left alone with him just to cry beside him. She knew though that she couldn’t tell me to get out. It would be a sign of weakness. A sign of sadness. That’s how my father wanted us to act. Emotionless. I hated him. All he knew hot to do is pull my mother and sisters down while looking at my brothers with pity as if they would never be good enough for him. He didn’t act great with me either. It seemed that he was scared that I would kill him at night to get rig of him. And trust me I would. He was horrible. He loved everything about war and death. He thrived in all the deaths that would come out of all the battles. He adored waking up and his people being weak and sad. Not to mention all the times he cheated on my mom. Most of the times it was with random women. But the thing I hated the most is how much fun was for him to rape. He had no shame is forcing his partner to do thing they didn’t want. And if they said anything after the rape he would just kill them. All those lives were lost for one thing. His stupid desires. I’m glad he’s dead.

“He’s not worth the tears,mom.”I said.

“Don’t say that. He was your father and he loved you very much.”

“We both know he didn’t love anyone but himself. I’m glad he’s…”

“SHUT UP AND GET OUT! I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD.”

I got out. I didn’t care. I was finally free to end this war.

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