The Fan and the Flame VII

"When they asked to take me away, did you even argue?" I asked.
My mother sighed. "Sanctity-"
"Did you consider for a moment that I might not want to go? That maybe joining the Order of Brim and living out the rest of my life as a soldier wasn't my goal? You spent years teaching me about our family, and for what? To send me away?"
"That's not what this is," my mother said. "You can still be the future of our family if you go." She smiled and brushed her hands through my hair, tidying it where is was messy from training. "You're better than all of them. You'll work your way up. What better place to start than the Order?"
"Work my way up to what? Dragon Knight?"
My father laughed. "You dream to small, Sanctity. Brimera, Enas, empires and federations--none of that matters." He put a hand on my shoulder. "Work your way up to take what is owed us. Do what you were destined to do. Take back the world for your family."
"Why should I?" I asked bitterly. "Why should I do anything for you?"
"Because we're your parents," my mother said. "Your family."
I scoffed. "Parents? All you've given me is lectures on how to be good enough for you. You sent away the one person I cared about, your other daughter, and made me kill... I don't even know how many people. Some parents." I pushed my mother's hand away. "I won't make trouble for you. I'll go with them. But I'll be damned before I take back the world just to turn it over to the likes of you."
I turned and walked out, not bothering to listen to their protests. My father tried to grab my arm, but I pulled it away--he wasn't nearly strong enough to keep hold.
The soldiers looked at me. "Have you sorted yourself out?"
I nodded sharply. "I understand my responsibility. I will go with you."
The soldier smiled. "Good choice."