How did my life get so wrong? 

I don't know whom to turn to anymore...

He is in danger because of me. . . 

I have to save him before it's too late! 

I don't want him to feel helpless when our enemies are harming him!

Alexander rode on his horse and was harsh on it to gallop even faster to catch up to those who dare to harm his family. 

"Yah!....Yah!...Yah!" Alexander commanded his horse to go faster. 

He made it back to his mansion, got off his horse and pushed the doors out of his way into the entrance. 

"Out of the way!" he commanded, pushing some of his servants who were in his way (by accident). 

His arm stung from the gash on his bicep made by a soldier he was crossing swords with earlier. When he reached a room, he found his father who was bleeding and was helpless. Someone he hated and loved. 

"Father!" 

Alexander rushed to his father and picked him up by the arm gently. His father groaned from the pain. 

"I'm fine...I shall head to the military board affairs, so pave the way!" his father commanded. 

"AAAAGGGHHHH" a voice of a wounded servant cried out when he was stabbed by a soldier, one of his fathers' enemy's minions. 

The soldiers snickered and smirked from the amusement of the wounded that lay before Alexander and his father. 

Alexander took the sword, that stabbed the servant, from his body and used it to fight his enemies while his father stood idly by, weak to move. 

Alexander was given a cut on the cheek and he managed to dodge and create a gash on the stomachs of the soldiers. They groaned from the pain and lay helpless too hurt to get up with their muscles cut. 

Just when he succeeded, the pain on his arm increased and he groaned holding it tightly to endure the pain but was too late when his enemies took their turn to strike. He collapsed onto the cold ground. 

"Alexander! Alexander!" his father cried out, while Alexander tried all he could to reach out his hand to him. However, one of the soldiers blocked the father's way. 

"Alexander, (something something).... (something something something)wrath!" his father said, from which Alexander couldn't manage to listen to completely after his head was hit by the ground. 

The soldier slayed a final blow on his father who collapsed and tried to reach out his hand to Alexander who did the same to him. 

Their fingertips were inches apart but it was too late for the father when his eyelids lowered and the sound of his head hitting the cold soil echoing in Alex's ears.  

Alex was appalled by his father's cruel fate. To see his father not fully bandaged completely...to see his blood spilled by the enemy was too cruel to watch. 

"Father!!"

I trusted her! How could I have been so naive?!