VioxShadow's Contest

This is for VioxShadow's Contest. It's a short story about a girl named Dispatch. She is forced to lead a rough life and do cruel things. She is controlled by her king, who is not a nice man at the least. Sometimes Dispatch wishes there was a way out but the king makes sure there is none.

Chapter 1

Never Asked For This

Dear Journal,

This world is full of harsh people and hard lessons to learn. It's just a fact you have to accept. Sometimes you do not even get a choice if you learn those hard lessons or not. Trust me, I have been through it all and no one ever asked me once if that was what I really wanted.

When I was only three years old, I was given to the king by my parents. Often parents will give their eldest daughter to the king so he can use her for a servant. In turn the king will allow the parents to not pay taxes on their home that year. So basically parents give away their daughters to be servants just so they can save a few bucks.

Instead of being a servant girl like I was supposed to be, I was given a different purpose. After ten years of brutal training, I became a warrior for the king. Now at sixteen I am still the youngest warrior and the only female warrior in all of the kingdom.

My job as a warrior is simple; I obey the king's orders without question. Usually the king assigns me tasks like killing peasants who try to rebel against the king, fighting enemies and guarding the castle. It involves a lot of blood, sometimes even my own.

I do not enjoy killing and it used to really bother it. That feeling numbed after a while though. Now I do not feel anything when I kill. Sometimes I feel like I have no soul or emotion at all. But after all I have been through, how could I?

Well, duty calls. I'll write again soon.


Suddenly there was a knock at my door. I told the person they could come right in. Then Molly, a young servant girl, appeared in the doorway.

"Hey Molly, what can I do for you?"I asked.

"The king requested to see you. I am ever so sorry for bothering you ma'am. The king said it was urgent," she explained.

"It's quite alright," I replied. I gave the little girl a reassuring smile. "And you do not need to be so nervous around me Molly. Please, just call me Dispatch."

The girl nodded. "OK."

I ruffled the child's hair. "It was nice to see you again. Take care."

Molly grinned. "I will. Gee, I wish everyone was as nice as you Dispatch."

"Yeah, well I am not as nice as you think," I muttered to myself as I walked down the hallway.

When I reached the room where the king was, I found him sitting on his red throne as usual. In his right hand he held a golden sword and in his left was a scroll. The king soon took notice of me and motioned me over. I did as instructed and then knelt in front of the king.

"What can I do for you, your majesty?" I said politely. It was a rule that you always had to treat the king with the utmost respect.

"I have a special task for you today," he announced. "Please stand up."

I got to my feet and the king handed me the scroll. On it was a name and an address. The name was Gregory Jackson. The king then held out the sword to me.

"Take this weapon and go to the address written on the map," the king ordered. "I want you to then find the man whose name is on the scroll."

"Then what should I do, your highness?"

The king glared at me. "Well, what do you think?! You are going to kill him with the sword. Rumor has it the man has been trying to come up with a plan to overthrow me."

"But sir, are you sure he is guilty of this?" I asked. "Rumors are often untrue."

"Do not question your king!" he roared. "Now do as I say."

I bowed my head. "Yes.... your majesty."

I had no clue who Gregory Jackson was but I hated the thought of killing an innocent man. Still, the king's orders came first.

When I arrived at the house and knocked on the door, a woman in her mid-forties answered it. She was tall and thin with blonde hair. She almost looked familiar.

The woman was alarmed by my appearance. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

I sighed. I really hated my job.

"Just tell me where Gregory Jackson is."

The lady began to panic. "He's not home right now! Please, go away!"

"Listen, I am here on strict orders of the king. I must see him now," I explained.

The woman just shook her head, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.

This lady was not making this easy. I was about to barge into the place when a little boy and a man came to the door. Both the man and the boy had blonde hair just like the woman.

The woman whispered something to the man. The woman then gave me one last glare before walking back down the hall. She took the little boy with her so I was left alone with the man.

"You wanted to see me," the man said in a gruff voice.

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Jackson. My name is Dispatch and I was sent here on orders of the king."

Mr. Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Your name is Dispatch? Why do they call you that?"

"This is why." I raised the golden sword and stabbed the man in the heart.

He fell to the ground instantly. The woman must have been watching the whole time for she immediately came running over to Mr. Jackson's side. She started to scream and tears streamed down her face. I knew it was time to get out of there.

I sprinted out the yard and back down the street. I did not stop running until I made it back to the castle. When I arrived back home, I delivered the scroll and the bloody sword back to the king.

"I see the job is complete. Nice work," the king said, looking at the bloody sword.

"Thank you, your majesty. Now I'll just be heading back to my quarters if that is all," I replied.

"Not just yet." The king smiled. "There's something else I need to tell you, Dispatch. Step beside my throne so I can whisper it into your ear."

I was confused by his request but I did as I was told. I walked beside the king and knelt down. The king leaned over and cupped his hand over my ear.

"You just killed your own father," he whispered.

A cold chill went across my body. I jumped up and stared at the king, looking bewildered.

The king only laughed. "See, your father was never accused of any crime. He was an innocent, hardworking man with a lovely wife and an adorable five-year-old son. Gregory Jackson worked as a simple blacksmith, struggling to make ends meet. Your parents are so poor they were actually forced to give you to me or risk losing their home."

Anger flashed in my eyes. "Then why did you make me kill him, you twisted blasphemer?!" I knew it was a crime to speak to the king in such a way but I was beyond the point of caring about that.

"It was to teach you a lesson," the king said coldly. "You deserved it. I can sense how desperately you want to leave my castle. I wanted to prove to you that you could never dream of leaving me." He flashed me an evil grin. "I am now all you have left, after all. You murdered your poor father. I also doubt your mother or brother would want to see you ever again."

Then I lost all control over myself. Before I knew what I was doing, I began to charge at the king. I wanted to strangle him for taking my father away from me. At that moment two guards came bursting in the room. I should have figured there were guards close by.

The guards pulled me off the king and held on to each of my arms. The king ordered them to lock me in the dungeon for three days so his lesson could 'sink in.' The guards nodded and hauled me out of the room. I tried to free myself from the guards. I attempted to kick their legs and knee them in the gut. The guards wore thick armor though so it left no effect.

I was thrown into a cell and had the door slammed in my face. The door was locked so I had no hopes of getting out. The bars were made of iron and there were no windows to use as escape ropes. I was stuck in there.

After realizing I was thoroughly trapped, I crept over to the back of the cell. I hugged my knees and, for the first time in years, I cried.

"I was right," I thought to myself. "The world is full of harsh people. And I am forced to be one of them."


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