I Love(d) You

“God, I hate you. Everytime I look at you makes me SICK. How come you got all of the power and the glory, when I’M the male in this family. I SHOULD BE THE HEIR. NOT YOU” I roared, my hands trembling as I gripped the sword in my hands.

“Kaleb...” My big sister, Shelia, murmured. Though she was so far away, her voice carried across the field. She stood there, holding the hand of her new boytoy. Some blonde assassin guy.

“SHUT UP!” I snarled, “I don’t need you OR your pity. My Lady Morana has granted me power, More than you’ll ever have. I don’t need anyone else.”

“I didn’t ask for this power! I didn’t ask for the throne! I’d wouldn’t even wish this power on you Kaleb!” Shelia stepped forward, letting go of Blondie’s hand, holding both of hers out to me, pleading. “Please... come home!”

“It’s too late for that, Shelia. I’ve found my place and it’s time you learned yours.” I pointed my sword at her and her army. “ATTACK! AND LEAVE NO SURVIVORS!” The army of demons charged forward, thundering towards the opposing humans and elves. With a pained look on her face, Shelia raised her hand.

“Defend the kingdoms! Defend our land!” She dropped her hands, signaling for hwer forces to begin their charge.

When the two armies collided, the sounds of roars and the clangs of metal sounded. Demons and humans fell alike, the silver blood of the elves staining the grass. I strode through the mess of bodies and blood, knocking opponents aside as I came closer to Shelia. She had begun approaching me as well, her troops defending her. However it didn’t mean she couldn’t defend herself.

A mishaped demon charged her, roaring, his axe raised. Shelia turned to him and with a swipe of her hand, took his head off. Her damned dragon power.

It should have been mine. We were both decendents or the dragon king, but why her? I was always stronger, more powerful. She always ran away from her problems, hiding like the coward she is. Now, she has these damn abilities and she thinks she can do whatever she wants?

I watched as the dark blue, almost black sclaes on her arm receded, vanishing. Soon, we were only ten feet apart, staring each other down.

“Shelia.” I said, my voice cold.

“Kaleb,” Shelia looked at me, sadness in her eyes. “Please, I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to fight you! Just call off the army.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’ve always thought you were better than me and know it’s time I prove you wrong.”

“I never thought that! Not once!” Shelia cried, stepping forward, trying to reason with me. It wouldn’t work, I wouldn’t play her little mind games.

“Don’t lie to me! I’m not STUPID!” I snarled, charging forward, preparing to slash down with my sword. Shelia wouldn’t retaliate, she was too weak.

Then, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, then something wet, seeping into my chainmail. I looked down.

Shelia’s blonde assassin had stabbed me in the stomach with a dagger. He blocked her with his body, his green eyes angry.

“Ian! What are you doing?” Shelia cried.

“He was going to kill you! I couldn’t watch that happen Shel!” he snapped. “Not again.”

“Damn you...” I gurgled, blood dripping from my mouth. He pulled his dagger away and watched me stumbled around until I fell to the ground, soaked with blood and tears.

“Shelia, why? Why didn’t you love me? I loved you, big sister.” I murmured. She gasped and rushed over, leaning down.

“I did! I still do! I’m here!” Shelia sobbed, kneeling over my body.

“Then you’re a fool.” I snarled, driving my sword into her side. She gasped in pain, then shrieked as my hand fell away. “Good-bye, sister. I loved you, but not enough to spare your life.”

My eyes closed and I fell away, listening to the cries of Ian, trying to keep Shelia with him. Then, everything was silent and I was gone.