Title: Wishing
Unwell
Author: Dungeon Writer (Also known as Hotspur and
Firestorm)
Word Count: 272
Warning: Child Abuse
Challenge:
#18 Winner
Legend has it that if a person can answer a riddle from Agni, he will be granted three wishes.
I used to wonder what I would ask for. Most people would say I have everything. I'm a prince. I have thousands at my command. I have wealth beyond imagining. I have the power of life and death in my hands.
There are some things that are truly precious, things that can't be commanded. All I want is one smile from the Fire Lord, supreme Lord and Master of all He surveys, Agni incarnate and last of all in importance, my father.
I'd give up my crown for the chance to hear him say the word "Good" to me, to hear love in his voice.
I'd give up my wealth for the ability to make him proud, to be the son and heir he wants.
I'd give my soul for the knowledge that my father was someone I could confide in, a father like the one I hear about in the stories, not my greatest fear and nightmare.
Those should be my wishes, impossible as they are. But as I kneel trembling before my father, dreading the horrible pain that is only seconds away, my wishes suddenly change.
I want the power Father has over my life, the ability to break me at his whim.
I want to make everyone around me tremble in terror.
I want to become my father.
Twenty years later, as my own son kneels before me and begs for mercy, as fire pours from my hands, one thought passes through my mind.
I got my wishes.