His Evil Queen

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Elaria had been a beautiful city with the kindest people who meant no harm to anyone. I could see the mountains from the distance as the sun rose over them. I kept walking away from the chaos, heading towards home. I began to feel the comforting warmness of the sun on my skin so I stopped walking and closed my eyes. Took a deep breath of the fresh spring air and for a small passing moment everything felt at peace. Perfect even, which was rare for me. And the best part? I could still hear their faint screams and crys for help as the fire slowly and painfully consumed the whole city. It truly was a pity to burn it down to ashes. What did the people do to deserve this? In complete honesty, nothing. Was it personal? On some level yes, but on another no. You know I may be evil, but it's not my fault, I mean I wasn't born evil afterall. The world turned its back on me so I turned my back on the world. As simple as that!

Did i feel regret? No, not really. I learned a long time ago that it's so much easier to not feel anything at all, to just turn it off. This was war and I was going to win it. No matter how big their armies are, I always win. They're kids who are forced to join. They're inexperienced, and everyone knows beginners make mistakes, hesitate, and are way too predictable.

I mean I easily have the upper hand, because they're young and don't have the courage or experience to do their job when it comes down to it.  They're weak. My army? They will do what they have to do with no regret and most important, without mercy. Those who don't obey my rules won't live to see another sunrise. It's over before they know it. They're probably driven by fear, but I'm fine with that. I was cruel and I knew it, I would spare no one.

Now you may wonder why I'm the way I am, who made me this monster I am today? That's one question I fear I might never have an answer for. I could go ahead and blame it all on somebody else, but in the end I did this to myself. I became the villain kids have nighmares about and then can't sleep in their own beds for a week. Some parents probably tell scary stories about me to spook their kids out. "If you don't go to bed now, the cruel and evil queen will come and take you!" Or maybe that's just me. Who knows!

Sometimes I wonder if I could have had a chance in this world, be normal with a boring but nice life. I think I was doomed from the start. My mother died giving birth to me and my father hated and punished me for it. Called my birth a curse from the beyond. There wasn't a day where he didn't remind me that I was the reason my mother was dead. I mean I guess it's understandable, she was the only person my father had and would ever love. I'm a great example of that. He beat me, blamed me, shamed me and hated me. One day I had had enough. He was dead before the sunrise.

I didn't want to raise sucpicion on my part so I grieved him. Not for long, but for a believable time. Some possibly figured the whole thing was an act, but I had more important things on my mind. As an only heir to the throne the crown would be mine, the power would be mine, I would have it all. If I wanted something I would get it, no matter the consequences.

I was crowned the queen of Ardenia within the week. Royals from all over the country came to my coronation. They told me how sorry they were about my fathers recent passing with sadness written all over their faces, and then like nothing they were all smiles congratulating me on my new position and hoped for my success.

They meant nothing they said and I don't blame them for it, my father was a horrible king and a person and they knew it. They all knew. They also knew the way he treated me but no one never tried to help me. Maybe some were actually happy for me now but I knew most laughed and talked behind my back, because let's face it, I just turned 17 and thousands of people except me to be their leader and care for them. Deep down I hated every single one of them. Below the fake smiles and laughs they were all just the same, pretenders. They didn't care so why should I?

Our kingdom had always been powerful, but now that I was in charge I was determined to make it unforgettable. People would talk about it for centuries. I would make history and become a legend. They would know my name all over the world, whisper it like a blessing or scream it like a curse. I was honestly fine with both. The power I had gotten became an addiction of a kind and I just couldn't get enough of it. On the surface I seemed to have it all, but now that I had got a taste of it I wanted more, I needed more. I couldn't stop even if I would've wanted to.

I knew that one day I would bring the world to its knees.