I stare out the window, anger flowing through my vanes as I saw my troops returning. I swear, if they failed, I'll have their heads! 

Although they haven't failed me yet, there's no doubt in my mind that says they won't. After all this time, all this planning, nothing can go wrong. It's only fair that I get my revenge, and after what they did to my dad, I have no sympathy for them or their village.

I hope they all burn in their houses and that their king has to watch as all of his people die. I hope my troops bring me his head like I asked, so I can stare at it and laugh.

After all these years of torment, anger and sadness, I'll be glad to know that the man who killed my father is dead. It serves him right, and he should've thought twice before messing with the South.

I still remember the story like it was engraved into my brain. The story my older brother had told me before he had passed a few years back, only days after I had heard about my dad's death. The story my brother had told me when he was in severe pain, coming back from the war with arrows in his legs, sword slashes on his back and the horrifying sight of our dad dying right in front of him.

It went like this: After my mom was killed by a woman we had taken in from the North, my dad grew saddened and angry. The woman had fled, and his search troops couldn't find her. He decided that if he couldn't find the person who had killed his wife, then he would take his anger out on her home town. 

He readied his troops for war, for he was going to invade the North and show them what pain was like. My brother begged to come, but my dad refused to have the next heir to the throne go to war. He didn't want to risk having another one of his loved ones killed and would rather die then live with the guilt of taking that lady in. But my brother refused to stay and wait for his- our dad to die. So he hid in the group of soldiers so that my dad couldn't tell who he was. 

Before my brother had left, though, he had told me his plan. He told me how they were going to come back victorious and how we would have a big party to celebrate. He said that once they returned, we would have moms' funeral and celebrate her life. I didn't agree with his decision, but I also wasn't going to be the one to stop him. He was six years older then me, so it's not like he would listen to me, anyways.

Then they had left. The last thing he had said to me before they left was, "We will be victorious." 'We will be victorious', the words ran through my head. Oh, how I wish they were.

A few days later, only a few of them return. My brother is being held up by a few of our people who had returned. On his chest was a crown; our dads' crown.

Sadness filled my heart as I saw the sight of my broth in so much pain, for all he wanted was the best for me and our kingdom. Arrows stuck out of his legs.

"Get a doctor! Hurry!" I had yelled. 

A few doctors and nurses burst in the room only a few moments later with a stretcher. My brother was in his human form, because when he was fighting, a spear had struck his amulet and trapped him in that form forever. Luckily, it only grazed his shoulder or he would have been dead in seconds, but now I'm not so sure if that would've been so bad, because he had to live out a torturous rest of his life. 

A few hours after they had returned, I was able to see my brother. The sight of him made me want to throw up.

They had amputated his leg, for the arrow wound was causing a dangerous infection to form and could result in death. There were bandages all over him to stop him from losing blood. He looked like he was in much pain, but, surprisingly enough, he could still talk fine. 

I had asked him what happened, and that's when he told me the story. He said that when they were there, the people had already been expecting an ambush for they had someone report back to them a few hours before. Although it was only a few extra hours to prepare, it was all they needed to gain the upper hand. They had traps set up hundreds of feet from their closest civilization, catapults with icy balls all lined up and ready to fire, troops ready for combat and many more defenses. 

We thought that we had the upper hand, but in reality, we were the ones who had been surprised. He said that the war didn't even last the long, only a few hours before an arrow had struck our father right in the chest. 

He dropped to his knees and turned to my brother, saying, "Retreat. Take care of Nimroth."

And so they did, but as they were leaving, an arrow hit my brother in the leg. Then another one, and he dropped to the ground. 

He said that was all he remembered, and then he woke up here.

A few days later, he had passed, leaving the throne and responsibility of king to me. It was a challenge at first, but I eventually got the hang of it. Now I'm only twenty, but that doesn't mean I'm too young to handle a war.

Anyways, I looked out the window and got up from my throne. I slowly walked towards the giant double doors that towered high above me, getting ready to have to send some people off to be beheaded.

I flung open the doors, startling the two guards that stood there protecting my room. They both looked straight, acting like they had been completely still the entire day. Idiots.

I continued to walk down the stairs, turning around each corner until I arrived at a giant door, too big for anyone but a troll to open.

"Atrass!" I yelled, and the door flung open so fast it almost broke off the hinges. I guess that studying dark magic could come in handy sometimes. 

To my surprise, they were all there waiting for me, looking around for something.

"What are you fools looking for? Where is the kings' head?" I yelled and they all flung up into a state of attention. 

"Oh, yes sir. A man take kings' head and try to claim all victory, so we rush here fast. If man come already, he lying! We kill king but he take da head!" The alpha troll said.

"Mm hmm, I see. And what was this man's name?" I asked as I saw there faces growing scared.

"Oh, umm, we no actually know, but he take da kings' head and try get here first to claim glory. So, he no get here yet? Shall we wait and kill him once arrives? Yeah?"

"How about I kill you? You idiots! You just let him take the kings' head, the only thing that will make me content and know for sure that he is dead!" I yelled, my anger only growing.

I flipped around and walked inside. I swear, they're useless! The only thing I can depend on to know for sure the king is dead is their word, which is hard to do considering they're the stupidest things in the world. I guess I just have to do everything myself.

"Go to the West! Destroy their town, and leave no survivors. I want the kings' head this time, and then we will rule the whole Mythic Isle!" I yelled.

"Yes sir! Okay, y'all, let's go to another war. But first... me hungry. Let's eat and celebrate victory!"