"Thalia, you know the rules. You chose to disobey them." My father looked down at me. I know I disobeyed the rules. But I had a perfectly good reason to. The only reason why I had stolen the Book Cratsio was to learn more about how out kingdom was made. But since I was a princess, I had to wait until I was 16. I was 14 and eager. I didn't want to wait.
There were stories in there that told of my grandfather who had destroyed many forests just to find a Dragon Orb. There were more paragraphs stating that our family was a tyrant over the kingdom. Normally my father could careless if I read about this. Except if it was our family who did the bad deed. It was our family who committed the bloodshed. It was out family who committed long hours to a killing spree. The gods and goddesses created this race of elves as an experiment to see what would happen. It turned out to be an experiment gone wrong. They had taken a single elf and a single drop of blood and came up with us. A terrible race of elves that could careless who died.
My father looked down at me. With black horrible eyes. They showed no pity. My mother and father never showed me pity when I did something wrong. My mother and father called me the "Unwanted Child" the asked me why I wasn't like my brother who as perfect as the came. He could kill without tears, he was the perfect swordsman. All I could do was shoot a bow and hope for the best. I shot around the center of my target, very rarely did it ever miss. But my parents still shunned me. As the princess of Cratsio my parents expected me to commit a killing without tears. I was still to full fill the quest. I. I the imperfect child. The only child my parents felt the need to punish with whips and unkind words. Oh they had done other things to me worse but that is not needed to be said or thought.
Needless to say, I would rather die that kill someone. "Father, I know the rules and I disobeyed. Do your worst. For I would rather die than be princess of such a horrid place." That did it. My father looked at me with such hatred you would have thought I was a thief or a kender.
"That does it! I have a punishment so deep and dark that you would rather stay here then die." He looked over at my mother. Then at my brother who sat it in the corner smirking. "Lanerd, you know what punishment I am talking about don't you?"
"Yes father, the volcano skin burn, right?" The what? I had never heard of this punishment before. I have studied the kingdoms punishments in depth to prepare myself, but this. This was by far the worst.
"Yes Lanerd." He turned back to me. "Thalia, you will be going to the Volcano Spoids, you will be stripped bare of the back and will be lowered into a volcano. They will not drop you they will just let you get the worst burn you have ever known. When you have decided you have learned a much needed lesson just yell at Lanerd and he will make sure you are pulled back up. He will not dress you wounds for this part of the punishment. He will dress you wounds with scratchy cloth that has salt rubbed into it." He then motioned for gaurds to take me away.
This was by far, the worst punishment and day that has ever happened in my whole life.