Vengeance

Chapter 1: Fired

I found myself in the throne room because I had heeded the kings call to me just to find out the worst news imaginable….“You're fired,” said the king.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M FIRED?!” I hollered at him back.

“You’re fired, plain and simple.You haven’t been taking your responsibilities as a soldier seriously, so we have to release you.”  Which were some of the last words I would ever hear from the king.

I stormed out of the castle like a man that just got fired from his job, and that is exactly what happened. How could they do this to me? I thought to myself, this is an injustice to ALL castle soldiers!

I should probably introduce myself. I am Carlos Vezzo, one of the many the Limponian soldiers, and I was the most handsome one. I was so mad at the fact that I got fired, that I pushed  over a  flimsy crate of produce like a bringand shoving his victim. I loved the way that all the produce got crushed on the ground in a colorful way.  And even though the man complained, I refused to apologize; that man wasn't meant for Limponia.

The kingdom of Limponia was a beautiful but small kingdom with rich and glorious mountains and the smell of oak giving off a calming autumn feel to the atmosphere; truly glorious, the best of the five kingdoms of Wellnion.The perfect place for someone like me, but despite that I was still fired and those woods were taunting me with their beauty,their elegance, I would burn down those forests if I could!

As you can tell I was let go for “Not being good at my job.” Belch. I abhor those words, I AM OUTRIGHT SICKENED WITH THOSE WORDS!...But sadly my glorious self would never see the inside of that castle again. With my magnificent uniform gone, I felt as if I was stripped of my glory.

I reclassly approached my house in a brash a manner.  I hated my house; it was a disgusting tenement that they only sell to the poor.  It’s a disgrace that they would even consider giving me that horrid house, it’s a disgrace! I vigorously threw my sword down on the front porch.  They let me keep my sword mainly because I decorated it, and they didn't want other soldiers to use a sword with jewels and ribbon. After I entered my house, I started a bit of a tantrum. “THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!” I shouted abruptly, “THIS SORT OF INJUSTICE DESERVES A RIOT, OUTRAGE, VENGEANCE”!.....And that’s when it came to me, vengeance.

I could start the riot; I could start the outrage; I could take revenge on Limponia. It would all be me. But I soon realized a problem in my genius plan. How would I do it? It’s not like I could just go inside the Royal castle and say, “Hey, I want vengeance, so I’m going to kill you; bye!”  Think, think Carlos, think…..I had no idea. “Will my brilliant idea be ruined by ineptitude?!” I shouted   “There has to be a way, there has to be!” ….but then I realized all of my problems would be fixed by the one thing I left on my front porch.

I snached my sword from my front porch, realizing the one thing that I needed for this plan, my sword, was in my hand! I was glad when they let me keep my sword; it was such an astonishing sight.

Glimmering jewels, boldly colored ribbons, and a glossy golden hilt; it was amazing. I would love my sword until I perished.  Beautiful swords aside, this weapon was all I needed. I could enter the kingdom, sneak into the castle, and assassinate the king in one foul blow.  And it's not like it would be hard. I’m such a magnificent fighter that taking on the king’s guards would be a snap.This is perfect! With this I will have my revenge! I thought to myself, so no one would hear my plan. I soon went to sleep, dreaming about how successful this plan would be in the long run.

            To bad that dream was a lie.

-Robert Cusato