Hrothgar's Tale
(Prelude to a fanfic I thinking of creating)
By: Count Hagane
(Scene: A giant spaceship leaves the atmosphere of an alien planet; inside we see the ship is a prison transport…in one of the cells we see a human in a black t-shirt and pants, going diagonally along his chest is a commando belt with buttoned pouches on it. His face is that of someone in his early 20's, he has sort of greasy dark hair and though it's not long…it does look in need of a haircut, his face though is what may astonish you for though he has a brown eye on one side. That's not true for the other, the left side of his face is covered by a steel plate molded in the shape of his face…and instead of a brown eye, there is a green light intimating for the glass that covers it. He runs his hand through his hair and takes from one of the pouches a cigarette, he takes a box of matches and lights the cigarette…taking a long drag of it.)
{Human Prisoner} Thinking: Yeah I know what you think…a prisoner, a criminal, a murder…yep, that's what they called me on Reptilion. The planet you just saw this ship leave, it's a planet inhabited by dinosaurs……yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it sounds farfetched. But out of all the labels I heard them call me I never heard them call me a 'businessman', a 'merchant', or a 'tradesman'. But none of those terms do me justice, because they're lightweight terms of what I really am…for you see, I'm a pirate…a space pirate, me and my crew (if they were here) are the scourges of the Intergalactic Trade…But as you can see, I got caught…and am now being transported to Canamar, a prison colony where people like me or worse go. And to answer two questions: 1. This thing you see on my face is actually a cybernetic implant, and believe me you don't want to see me without it on, and 2. My name is Hrothgar…captain of the Callisto. All of this…where I am now, started when I was only a baby.
(Scene: It's a stormy night, we see a farm out on the country side…we see a man in a raincoat drop off a basket and run off back into the dark. The next morning, the residence find the basket and look at its contents, inside we see to babies and a note.)
{Hrothgar's Voice} I was originally adopted by a farmer and his wife, me and my twin sister Hilary…all I had to go by as far as my parents were concerned was a note that had our first names on it, it also said: 'Hrothgar has an allergic reaction to garlic', and if that wasn't all…I had a tattoo on my left arm that no one could identify. My adoptive father thought of having it removed…but his wife said: 'It might help him someday…might help him find where he belongs.'…and bless her because boy did it ever!
Around our 7th Birthday I really started to get into Paleontology and Astronomy…somehow I felt really connected with it, like it had been part of my life once. Hilary showed little interest…but deep down I know she felt the same way I did, that night I promised myself that one day I'd be the first one to see them all. Of course my adoptive parents told me that was silly, but later on I'd realize how true that was to become.
By the time we were 13 a man in a rather worn looking trench coat and hat came to the farm, I was chopping wood for so we'd have a firewood supply for winter…Hilary was busy milking the cows and getting eggs from the chickens. When I wasn't doing chores I was deep in Paleontology studies…I'd taken an incredible knack to it. But back to the point…my 'father' stopped me in the middle of cutting the wood and asked me to get Hilary and come inside, there was something he needed to speak to us about something.
Well when we were all comfortable in the Living Room…what 'dad' told me next was to surprise me:
{ 'Dad'} Now Hrothgar, Hilary…as you recall we told you when you were 10 that we weren't your real parents.
{Hrothgar} Yeah…but what does it have to do with this guy?
{ 'Dad'} Well he says he's a distant relative of your actual dad.
{Hilary} (In mid-shock) What!
{Hrothgar} (Also in mid-shock) You're kidding me, right?
{Man in trench coat} No Hrothgar, Hilary…he is not, in fact. Now that I see you Hrothgar you do look very much like your father Alistair, but you have your mothers' eyes…and Hilary, in physical appearance you are a mirror image of your mother.
{Hrothgar} (Still trying to take all of this in) Do you any proof that what you say is true?!
{Hilary} Yeah…any at all.
{Man in trench coat} Hrothgar…I do believe you still have that tattoo on your left arm, the one that no one can identify.
{Hrothgar} (rolls up his sleeve to reveal the tattoo) Yeah…why, what does it mean?
{Man in trench coat} (rolls up his right sleeve to reveal another tattoo) I have the other half of it on this arm, and though they may not be the same size now, put them together and they'll reveal the truth.
{Hrothgar's Voice} I did that, they actually paired up quite well, but they came together to form a Dimetrodon skull and crossed swords…the man looked at me and told me that my father had the same tattoo on his left arm. He asked Hilary and I to come live with him, me and Hilary talked about it together…and we agreed to come along, but only on one condition. That on the way he tell us what our parents were like, what he knew about them. He promised to reveal everything when the time was right, and this friends…was only the first step in becoming what I am now, and what has happened to me.