The Unfair Agreement

My father the king of Bhadravati kingdom, one of the most loving person I have ever seen. He was my only parent, and never did I feel the necessity of a mother in my life. It was a happy day with usual activities, when  suddenly the sweet pink and light blue shades scattered in the sky changed to the darkest shades of crimson and grey.........fire all around me..................men, in their armors trying their level best to swing their sword. I am standing here in my warrior attire with the silver blade sword in my hand.........blood dripping off the blade....... My lips  slight cut at the corner. Eyes filled with rage, fear and need to change the time....... to stop the time....... to reverse the situation........... never did I know that I would witness such a  day....... My father fighting with all his might.....his right eye ripped off his skull...blood dripping down the fresh wound....... as he roars  lifting this mighty sword with all his power..... and runs towards the devil who now is on the horse with his black blade sword pointing towards my father.... Movements later.......l can't believe my own two eyes.....my vision...... blurring every passing second.......... and I can't believe that I witnessed the death of my own father. The one who is the reason of my existence....the one whom I loved more than my life....the one who taught me how to handle this sword.......... memories of my childhood with my dear father running in my mind within seconds........I was so happy back then......... and today I witnessed what it feels to lose everything that u have. Thought I am a princess of this nation.... I feel even more miserable than a stray dog......at least the dog has a protective shelter of his parents....... I can't bear the pain.....but......dad didn't raise me for such a day....so that I can morn and weep over his death. I won't dad... I won't forget what you taught me The pain of the wounds on my arms....on my shoulder.........my back.........fade away.......I feel numb all over my body....... I am trapped into this hurricane of emotions...... Hurricane of memories...... And most importantly.............in this hurricane of REVANGE....... Tears running down my cheeks as if  they  want to fall on my father's body and want to acknowledge the fact that he is no more. Which I cannot admit at the movement..... My lips pressed in a thin line.....unable to move........ I feel a determination in my heart... as I hold my father's body in my arms and rest his head on my lap I look up towards the heavens..... Searching for the gods whom my father used to pray........... and I yell at the heavens........... "I Indrayani swear to the gods above ....that I shall offer the head of that monster at my fathers funeral !!!!" __________________________________________________________________________ Hey guys!!.  This is my next story hope you all like it. Please comment your views on the story. And all sorts of feedbacks are welcome.  Thankyou for your attention.