Wednesday, July 2, 2014

100 TC #11 - Blood

Here is number 11 of the 100 Themes Writing Challenge. Thanks for reading :)

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- BLOOD -
All Hail The Queen

“One day, you will be the Queen”

This is what I have been told for as long as I can remember. That one day I would have to rule over this land. I am the next Queen. All this because of what runs through my veins: royal blood. Those who do not have it wish they were born with it, poor souls. I wish this blood was not running through me, I do not want this life and I have never asked for it, but there are some things you just cannot help. This is the Goddess’s will, and that is what has justified my bloodline’s reign for generations. The royal bloodline is the Goddess’s decision. Really, and people believe that. The Queen just fucks one of her cousins and then POOF! - royal babies are born! Yeah, of course, that is all by the Goddess’s will... As if there even was a Goddess. The people I am to rule over are so brainless, ready to believe in anything the authority or the clergy shoves down their throats. And my duty is to keep preaching this faith once I sit on the throne. All that because my mother was the Queen. I will be a terrible, horrible Queen I know it. Yet those fools want me to rule because it is the so called Goddess’s decision, and there is nothing I can do about it.

I might as well make the most of it. They want a Queen, they will get one. These people want someone to rule over them because they are too idiotic to live on their own freedom. They need to be guided like sheep. I will be their shepherd then, if that is what they want. I will bring them to the slaughter myself, since they are so asking for it. They are so mindless they need religion to tell them how to live their lives. It is laughable how they can believe anything and are ready to kneel in front of anyone who claims to have authority. Well I will have these gullible peasants kneel before me if they want it so bad.

They thought blood could decide who rules over them, then so be it. They shall be served. They wanted me to be the Queen, well they will get their Queen. They want someone to control their lives, to tell them what to do because they are too foolish to have control over their own lives; well that is what I shall do. I will dictate how their lives will be lived, decide what is right and what is wrong and punish anyone who dares speak against me or the Goddess they believe in so much. I will make their lives a living hell. I will make them suffer so much they will finally wish I wasn’t their Queen after all. And maybe they will start opening their eyes and see they can be more than sheep.

All hail the Queen. Today my reign begins. 

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(C) Copyright 2014 Hope Alexander aka David Giroux for the text