God it's been so long since I've been able to post anything on here...or even have the drive to write fan fiction again. A lot has happened since Sins of the Father and a lot of it had taken up my time. Anyway...I have a lot more free time on my hands now that I have graduated college, so I thought I would get back into it by writing a fan fiction for a new character that I have fallen in love with. I apologize for the lengthy author's note...but I would like to expand on my reasoning for this story.

So...Pagan Min...voiced by the amazing Troy Baker...is an AMAZING Antagonist in the Far Cry series. For those that are familiar with the game and story...I should not need to explain WHY he is such an awesome villain...but as I continued the game, I found myself realizing that he really is NOT the bad guy in this series. If anything, I found that Ajay and the Golden Path to be the one's that caused more trouble for the citizens of Kyrat than Pagan did. So what did I do? I gave him a SECOND daughter that was not dead and plan on exploring this new relationship! I have it set that she arrived in Kyrat a couple days after Ajay escaped and the progression of the story will essentially follow the game's timeline. To keep the ending a surprise...I am not going to reveal what ending I actually got in Far Cry 4.

Anyway...I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing. I am posting the firs two chapters today :). As always, I ask you to read and review as you are what motivates me to keep writing.

Chapter One

Kamala

My cell phone had been vibrating against my thigh as our bus rumbled down a rocky road in Kyrat. I didn't need to answer it; I already knew who it was. It was my damn lawyer again…calling to beg me to return to the states. He was worried for my safety as connections with this country seemed to be lacking do to the rule of a tyrannical dictator that was reigning over the land. The locals called him Glorious Leader Min…for myself and my late mother...I knew of him as my father. It wasn't a warm and cozy relationship…as a matter of fact, this would be the first time I would ever get to meet him. I wasn't even sure how I was able to arrange this assembly with him in the first place…but through the power of Facebook…we had made contact.

I had not spoken to Pagan Min directly, of course…but to one of his advisors…they informed me that if I was able to fly to Kyrat…an arrangement would be made and I would be able to meet my father. Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity and left my little apartment in New York City and boarded the first plane I could. Did I know what to expect? No…not really…and I was beyond nervous to meet this man. I had already thrown up twice before boarding the bus…and I had no doubt in my mind that I would once more before I appeared in the man's presence.

"Passport?" I heard a gruff voice ask me.

"Huh?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts. "Oh…yeah…here."

I took it out, but did not put it in his hand. If there was one thing I knew about being in a foreign country…it was that my passport was my security badge. It's what made it so I could return home if things got too dicey in Kyrat and I was not going to risk some forger trying to steal it and Photoshop a picture of his mug over mine.

"What are you doing here in Kyrat?" he continued to ask me.

I felt my eyes roll as I realized I would have to have some semblance of a conversation with this man, and popped my earbuds out of my head so that I could at least feign interest.

"I'm visiting family."

"Oh…you have family here?" he asked.

I knew better than to reveal to anyone that I was the daughter of a both feared and hated dictator. And this man…seemed off to me. I didn't know what it was, but he was the only one that somehow stuck out of place. Needless to say I didn't like it. I just needed to get to the next stop and then I would be placed in a private car to head to the palace.

"Miss…I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry…but it's really none of your business is it?"

It was only now that I noticed the bus had stopped, and I moved to grab my carryon and get off. As I stood, the man that I had been speaking to moved in front of me and blocked the aisle path. Okay…now I was really starting to get worried.

"Excuse me…this is my stop…" I said, clearing my throat.

"I'm sorry Miss Min…but…we cannot let you leave."

"Miss Min…what are you talking about?" I said, reaching into my purse for a small spray bottle of mace I snuck onto the plane.

"We know you are the daughter of Pagan Min…and unfortunately, that makes you a valuable asset to us. Please don't make this difficult…we promise not to hurt you, if you cooperate."

That was all I needed to hear. I nodded, however, acting like I was cooperating…and as I turned to adjust my satchel onto my shoulder…I pointed the cylinder at the old man and pressed down on the plunger, causing a red spray to splash into his eyes. He screamed in agony, and after ramming my fist into the side of his head, I proceeded to the back of the bus and began running. Where I was running to…I had no idea…but it didn't matter at the moment. I just needed to gain some distance from the bus.

I could hear the sound of bullets whirring past my head…but then I realized something…they weren't flying forward, but backwards to the bus. Who the fuck was shooting at me!? I quickly fell to my knees as I heard screams of the people behind me and then a loud explosion. A wave of heat washed over me and when I turned to look back at the bus, which was engulfed in flames. In hindsight…running now seemed like the right thing to do.

I kept my hands over my head as men screamed over me.

"I'm not a rebel!" I screamed. "I'm Kamala Min!"

Whether they heard me or not remained to be seen…but eventually the bullets stopped firing and silence fell over the chaotic seen. I glanced up, grass now sticking to my neck and cheek, and noticed a purple pant leg about an inch from my face.

"I…wow…this is embarrassing…are you alright?"

Carefully I lifted my head and felt my eyes widen. I was staring in the eyes of my father…of THE Pagan Min…and more importantly…I was not dead. He smiled warmly at me, and reaching down pulled me up from the dirt.

"Kamala…" he breathed. "God…the red hair…your mother named you perfectly. I'm sorry about all of this…comes with the territory of ruling a small country. You didn't get hit did you?"

I couldn't even speak as Pagan Min turned me around to make sure I had no bullet wounds…and I didn't even know where to begin when it came to talking. He was nothing my mother had said…but then again…I only knew him for a couple of seconds and she had only known him for the brief ten minutes she spent fucking him. Not exactly enough time to form a sound opinion of a person.

"Christ girl…can you not speak?"

"S-Sorry…I just…" I felt my words get caught in my throat. "I…I've waited…decades…to… to finally meet you."

I almost felt like I was going to cry…but I quickly swallowed the tears back and tried to put on a brave face. He smiled at me and before I could even react, pulled me in for a hug. I was so surprised by it…that I couldn't even hug him back before he pulled away again.

"Well…let's get to the palace shall we? I'm, terribly, sorry about this…but…"

I cried out as I felt a syringe plunge into my arm…and I gasped as I saw the face of my father literally melt away into darkness.

When I came to…I was covered in a coat of sticky sweat…but I took immediate notice to the fact that I was no longer laying in a grass field. Now I was in more of a…gorgeously adorned room. I sat up from the bed and looked around. God…I felt sick and woozy…it must have been from whatever Min had shoved into my arm. I turned to the nightstand and was faintly surprised to find a glass of water setting beside a small note. I picked up the note first and read it quietly to myself.

Drink the water first…then come to the dining room for some food.

-Pagan Min

He was really…nice. Whenever my mother spoke of him…it was never positive. But again…she was a whore that wouldn't know love if it punched her in the face…and as it had done so quite literally already…I had assumed she was right. When I was little and living with her in that shithole apartment…I made the mistake of asking for my father. More or less begging her to give me some way to contact him. The answer was always the same. A slap across the face with whatever she had in hand…and slurs of insults about me being an ungrateful bastard of a child. I hated her more and more as each day passed…the only comfort I received was on the day of her death.

I finished the water and placed the glass back on the nightstand before sliding off the bed. My legs shook something awful as I made my way to the door. Whatever Pagan had drugged me with was some good freaking shit. It was like I had been hit with a bear that had been catapulted through space. So…yeah…some good shit. Now I just needed to eat before its affects made me physically ill.

The palace was absolutely stunning. Although it appeared to be quite dated…it made up for it with bright red draperies and various deity statues that were littered around. However, after seeing my father's outfit upon our first meeting…I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised. I was actually more surprised to find out that my father…had an actual interest in women at all. Oh well…who was I to judge what the man did in private?

As I made my way up to the private dining room…I sniffed softly. Everything smelled fantastic and my stomach gave a loud, angry, growl as I approached the empty table. Okay…here I was…now…where was everyone else? I took a seat at the far end of the table and sat down. The food was clearly hot…and I wanted to dig in so badly…but I knew well enough to not start eating without the host at the table. I reached down into my pocket to grab my cell phone…but found that it was actually missing.

"Shit…what the Hell am I supposed to do while I wait?"

I sighed and slumped back into my chair…watching the pattern on the ceiling and counting the number of lines in each plank of wood. I did this for about ten minutes before I overheard a door open and footsteps approach. I sat up in my chair, and quickly fixed myself so I didn't look like a gawking boob as they came in.

"Ah!" Pagan Min exclaim. "Sleeping beauty has finally awoken. It's been a little over twelve hours…hasn't it?"

"T-Twelve hours…" I gasped. "I…-"

-was exhausted, dear girl." He said, taking his seat. "And with such a long plane ride from New York…it is quite understandable. And in coach nonetheless…ugh. Anyway…introductions! You are Kamala Min…my…guest of honor…and this man to my left is Paul De Pleur…and I am of course…well, you know who I am."

I watched him as he reached into his pocket, still keeping eye contact with me.

"I hope you don't mind…" he said, waving my IPhone 6 at me. "But I took the liberty of perusing your cell phone while you slept…I was hoping to get to know more about you before we had this meal."

I really hoped I remembered to delete anything embarrassing in my Safari history… otherwise there would be things my father new about me that I hoped God didn't even know about.

"You've grown to be quite the accomplished woman haven't you? I've read enough of your profile on Facebook. A recent graduate from the Institute of Culinary Education…and you even graduated at the top of your class…I hope this spread meets your standards…I had to recently let my last cook go for incompetence...so this is what I could scrape together on such short notice."

"Everything looks fantastic…" I said softly. "Really…I just…wanted to talk with you."

Alone had been my ultimate preference…but his need for guards and advisors was understandable. I looked over at him, and wondered if he could somehow read my thoughts as he dismissed the man that had sat to his left at the table.

"So Kamala…" he said, once the room only held the two of us. "What is it you were looking for when you came here? Inheritance? Child Support? You are only eighteen, are you not?"

"What…no…no nothing like that…" I said, shaking my head. "I just-"

"Because I, of course, find that to be extremely petty of your mother…"

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever called her…but no…I just…look…"

God, now that I was here…everything I wanted to say sounded ridiculously stupid. What was I thinking I was going to say when I approached him? And how corny did it sound that I just wanted a relationship with this man? I had gone so many years starved for affection…was it so bad to just want some of it back? Even if it was only for a little?

"I really just want to know you…" I said, deciding that laying it all out on the table was probably best. "And I don't mean know OF you…I already know OF you. All my life…I knew you existed…I knew you were somewhere here…but I was never allowed to ask for you. My mother…did her best to tell me that I was your bastard…and that you would never have interest in meeting me. I don't care your motivation behind contacting me on Social Media. If it was to soften up connections between you and the states…if it was for your public image here in Kyrat…I don't care…This moment…where I could see you…talk to you…and tell you about my life…this is what I wanted for years."

I could feel myself choking up, and I quickly blinked, hoping to keep it together for a little longer.

"And now that you have…what do you expect from me?" he asked, his face taking a new seriousness.

"I…I don't know…" I whispered. "I've kind of just…been making it up as I go along."

He smiled gently and chuckled.

"That sentiment alone is enough to prove you must be my child."

I smiled back somewhat.

"Well…how is your mother? If she was so against you being here, how did you get away?"

I took a deep breath and picked up a fork, as a symbol that I was going to start eating… with or without him.

"She's dead." I said simply.

"Oh…I'm sorry-

-Don't be…I'm not." I hissed. "Death was too good for her."

I bit into what I assumed to be Crab Rangoon somewhat forcibly and closed my eyes as my stomach made another growl of growing anticipation. I had almost forgotten how famished I was.

"Do you mind if I ask how she died."

Truth be told…I did mind a little bit…but I knew that he would probably know if I even tried to lie to him. Our relationship was too new and delicate to start lying so early on.

"She was murdered." I swallowed. "Stabbed repeatedly in the neck and face over and over again."

"Christ…" he gasped. "How old were you?"

"Old enough to be able to overpower a fifty-year-old woman."

Dinner had been quite pleasant…and Pagan Min and I talked as if we had known each other for years. He didn't seem quite shocked to find out that I had murdered my own mother… but after we discussed more and more about myself and my past…the more and more I am sure he shared my sentiments. After we finished eating, we moved our conversation to a balcony outside. It was a lovely night…nice and warm, but with a gentle cross breeze that blew by every so often…it was definitely different from the hustle and bustle of New York City.

"That is not a life for a child…how could you take care of yourself at sixteen?" he said, pouring me a glass of wine as we sat outside watching the stars. "You must have been terrified. What was it like for you?"

"Killing her?" I asked, sipping from the glass. "Disturbing…but at the same time…therapeutic. She used to beat me…bring in her "clients" and use drugs…in a way she had already been dead to me long ago…I just ended the physical torment I endured."

"And you were never investigated for the murder?"

"No…I disposed of the body…we had no living relatives…who would report her missing?"

"I don't know whether to be proud or appalled…" he laughed. "Wow! My one living daughter is a total badass."

I felt my cheeks flush slightly, but I couldn't smile. Even though her death had liberated me, the actual act scarred me for life. I would never, ever, be the same because of that woman. And I had horrible dreams about the murder night after night…but it was a comfort to know that my father didn't look at me as though I was some kind of monster. Then again...the acts he committed from day to day had probably desensitized him to such violence.

"So, child," he said gently. "I think you will settle in quite well here…but I do worry you will become bored easily…and we can't have you wandering around Kyrat doing nothing."

"You said…you lost your cook?" I said, my shoulders perking up slightly. "I could replace them."

"You wish to work in the kitchens?"

"Well…I went to school for it…and…how many starting students can say they have cooked for royalty? You will boost my portfolio a great deal." I smirked.

He laughed and clapped his hands together.

"I LOVE your style. Okay…you are more than welcome to the kitchens whenever you wish. However, meals with diplomats, you must attend as well…so I hope you can cook and make time to sit at your father's side."

I smiled and finished the last of the wine in my glass.

"This is going to be the start of something beautiful, my dear…I just know it." he smiled, gently squeezing my shoulder.

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