Servant of Evil
Katie Hedgie
I remember when we were children, my sister and I. We were so happy then, before the wishes of adults interfered with children's play.
We were happy, until they took us away.
We grew up separately, my sister the princess, and myself as a mere servant. Though it wasn't long before we met again. She had not realized it immediately, but I knew. I was my sister's servant, I followed her without questioning, giving her whatever she wished for.
I was the servant of evil, and nothing would change that.
Most of her commands were simple, nothing over the top. However, there were times I questioned her wishes.
Most recently, we were visiting a neighbouring country. There, I met another girl. We talked for a while and I started to really like her.
My sister, unfortunately, did not want that to happen.
I was ordered to kill her at all costs.
That same night, I followed my orders.
I followed the girl into the forest when she thought she was alone. After a while, she turned to see me. I couldn't avoid it any longer; I walked forward, trapping her between me and a tree.
"I'm sorry."
That was all I said as I took her life in my hands. All I could say.
I ran back to our temporary home, the small castle in this neighboring country. I told my sister I had completed my orders, bowed, and promptly left.
Unfortunately for us, news traveled quickly. In this country, we held no authority, and we were held accountable for our actions. My sister was sentenced to death.
The day they came for her, I told her my idea.
"Sister, lend me your clothes, I'll lend you mine. That way you can escape when they come for you." I told her.
I am now the princess. The servant has escaped and I am being taken away. I know of my fate, but I'm not sure my sister knows. As I wear the dress I traded my simple suit for, I am pushed forwards, watching the ground. My sister, dressed in my suit and cloak, hurried off, believed to be me, as I was believed to be her. They walked me to the guillotine. I could feel my heart race as I was pushed into the deathly machine. As the citizens stood and watched, I recognized a familiar face, standing on the hilltop. She looked frightened for me, dressed in my clothes still. I smiled softly at her as if to tell her it was okay, as if to say we'd be fine. For the briefest of moments, I could see the tears in her eyes before the grim reaper decided my time in this world was finished.
Good Bye, my Sister.