Author's note: I know everyone hates Odalia, but I personally see her as someone who lost their way and was in too deep, so I had this idea since watching (bleh) a VERY Meh Fan Film, I'll rant about that on by DeviantArt sometime during October. So without further delay, here's the one shot, Sins of the Father.

Odalia Blight stood in the fading light of day at the Bonesborough Cemetery. The sky overhead was painted with the warm hues of the setting sun, casting a solemn and somber glow upon the rows of graves that stretched out before her. The cemetery was a place of finality, where the living came to remember the departed. It was a place where secrets were buried, and regrets lingered like ghosts in the shadows.

After the chaos and everything following, she had decided to come here alone, leaving behind the grandeur of the Blight Manor and the chaos that had consumed the Boiling Isles after the defeat of Emperor Belos. Days ago, The Collector had done what few thought possible - restoring those who had been turned into puppets back to their true forms. The island had been thrown into a frenzy of reunions, rejoicing and rebuilding, but Odalia had needed this moment of solitude, especially after losing everything, the company, being exiled from her own family and her own hometown.

Her heart heavy with a lifetime of expectations and disappointments, Odalia knelt beside a weathered gravestone. It was a simple marker, adorned with her father's name: "Quintus Blight." and the years he lived and died, "1946-1996".

Tears welled up in her eyes as she traced her fingers over the cold stone. Memories of her father flooded her mind, both good and bad. Quintus Blight had been a formidable figure, a man of power and prestige, a true Blight. His voice echoed in her mind, his words like a haunting refrain.

"Blights are strong, Odalia. Stand up for yourself."

"Quit being a moron, Odalia. You embarrassed the family again!"

"I'm shipping her and her twin off to my old boarding magic school. She needs the spirit of the Blight in her."

"No daughter of mine flunks out of boarding magic school. Why can't you be like your twin sister, Ophelia?"

"Cheating again? Where's that going to get you in life?"

"We're more powerful than anyone in the Boiling Isles, and you're wasting every last potential you have."

The last quote cut the deepest, a cruel and cold reminder of her inadequacy. "You are not a worthy Blight, Odalia."

Odalia clenched her fists, the anger she had always suppressed boiling to the surface. She had spent her life trying to live up to her father's expectations, to prove herself as a Blight. She had played the role of the dutiful daughter, hiding her insecurities and vulnerabilities behind a façade of confidence. But here, in the quiet solitude of the cemetery, the façade crumbled.

"Why, Father?" Odalia whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why did you expect so much from me? Why did you push me so hard? Was it because you thought I was gonna be just as weak as Amity? Did you like Ophelia more than me? Why is it that I try to do what's best for the family, it's just NOT ENOUGH?!"

As if in response, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, and a single tear fell from Odalia's eye, splashing onto the gravestone.

The weight of a lifetime of disappointment bore down on her shoulders, and Odalia felt like she would never be free of the shadow of her father's expectations. She had always been the black sheep of the Blight family, no matter how hard she tried. And because of her selfish desires, and lust for power, she is now all alone. No company, Alador took the children away from her, all because she was everything that was wrong with her.

She could've stopped putting the family legacy before the feelings of her own family, avoid the cycle of abuse and neglect.

She could've stopped comparing herself her more successful "Goody Two-Shoes" twin sister, Ophelia.

She could've swallowed her pride and let Alador rest a bit before continuing to work.

She could've stopped being so controlling with Amity and stopped treating her like a pull-string Amity Doll and let Amity live her own happiness.

She could've had a happy family instead of being greedy for power in the Emporor's Coven.

Then again. Coulda, woulda, shoulda. Didn't.

And to think that all of this could've been avoided if she had just accepted that she was all the things that were wrong with her.

It's not Amity.

Or Luz.

Or Alador's slipups.

Or the Twins Misbehavior.

Or any of the shitty things that happened to her.

Or when she was a little girl.

It's her.