Meeting the King

[Fran's pov]

I watched the outside of the castle as everyone prepared to leave, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I stared on with hooded eyes. My fingers would tap against my side repeatedly, my foot pressed slightly harder against the floor. I felt anxious…

I turn around, walking down the quiet halls, my feet echoing with each step, breathing shallow.

"Listen boy," My father- no the king's words would echo in my mind as I walked, my teeth gritted and my pace increased.

"You need to save your sister, no matter what. Even if it costs you your life," I remember them vividly, for it was the day before the war, the first time I felt true fear, fear of my fighting, fear of him.

"Why not play a game?" The voices would just continue, this time it would be the gentle, soft, seductive voice of a woman.

"Your daughter?" The voice was familiar, yet their face remained hidden, my eyes were covered and it was dark and cold, I was scared…

I turned to the window but would only see my subconscious, the feeling. A woman was sitting on top of a throne, and me blindfolded and tied by their feet. They were looking at my father.

"Or your son?" She pondered, watching the distraught face of my father, his teeth gritting in anger.

"Will you sacrifice the future king for a monster?" She tossed a sword his way, the sound of the long clash against the stone tiles made me jump, and my breathing rushed as I heard the sound of the blade dragging.

My pupils dilated under the cloth rag, "F-father?"

"I'm sorry," I would hear him say, though I know it was just out of obligation.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" The sound of a guard cut me out of my daydream, stopping in the middle of the hallway and turn to him without saying a word.

"I knew you were up to no good!" His words annoyed me, his lines so basic, like some sort of npc- I quickly shift my feet against the ground and darted off to him.

His eyes widened in horror at the sight, stepping back as fast as he could but I was already under him.

My opponent tried to draw his blade but I grabbed his forearm and made a quick step behind him, holding it behind his back.

"Ack-" He tried to scream in pain as I pushed him to the floor, the heel of my shoe dug into this shoulder blade.

"Shhh," I hushed, dragging out the sword in a slow agonizing pace, listening to him as his pants grew more rapid, my eyes gaze into the blade as it grew out of it's sheath, only to see a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes staring back in horror.

"You don't need to do this!!" the voice of my past self rung in my ears when my eyes meet with the young boy, the boy I despised, the boy my father tossed away.

"You don't understand, I need to-" I murmured, my voice blended with father (-the king-)

"We can find another way around this!" The voice of the child wouldn't stop,

"Please, think about what you're doing!" He pleaded and pleaded but his words will continue to fall on deaf ears.

(I'm you!)

"I'm your son!"

There was a long pause, the soldier looks up at me, confusion evident but fear still remained.

"This is the only way..." I hushed, the sound of my heart thumping in my chest got louder. My hands wrapped the hilt of the blade as I raise it as high as I possibly could.

"For a new world order." The voice of the king echoed in his mind.

"For a new world order..." I repeated..

"Help! Fran is going to kill the kin-" With one quick move I stabbed his neck with the blade, watching him as he chocked on his own blood.

"The only way..." I muttered once more, walking off his body and taking the sword with me, my steps slowed and rhythmic, my eyes to the ceiling as I heard more guards come my way.

"There you are!" One of them shouted as they came in hordes, 

"You poor thing, seems like even your father has abandoned you," The voice was faint, but i remembered, looking up into the eyes of the woman who held my severed head in her hands.

"Why... why am I still alive?" I pondered, even though it was barely.

The woman didn't answer my question, flashing a toothy smile to me.

The sound of the crowd getting closer and closer brought me back to reality, my eyes glowing a dark ocean blue, the sound of ripping and tearing filled the room, the smell of iron splashed all over the royal walls as I walked across a shallow pond of crimson, the blade dragging through the path that I had forced. 

"I'll do what I must..." I reminded myself, as I finally come face to face with the throne doors. "I'll right the wrongs-"

With one big push the doors shot open, echoing throughout the entire room with a loud bang, seeing that old man on his feet for the first time in a while, his blade held tightly in the grasp and his back to me.

"Do you think you're cool or something?" I pondered, raising my blade to him. Though he said nothing, slowly turning to me with a glare filled with bloodlust. 

"As an old man, I'm tired of fighting, I don't really think it suits me," He says out of no where, his words catching me completely off guard.

"It seemed to had fit you well all those years ago-"

"What are you talking about?" The king muttered, looking at me with a look of confusion and disgust.

I gritted my teeth to his words and raised my blade. The shine from the window reflecting off of my weapon.

"Nevermind, i'm not here to talk."