Chapter X: Heritage

It surprised me, but I didn't feel anger towards my servant.
He made me see he was more then that.
I felt ashamed for acting like as I had and stupid because I still didn't know much more.
What if the dwarf refused to help me?
Hoggle had said that the woman had told me that I had no power over her.
Although I couldn't remember the situation, I could hear the voice that spoke out those words.
I felt horrified, sick and desperate. Not emotions I normally experienced.
People had no influence on me in that way.
Nobody was close enough to make me feel that dependent towards them.
So how could this girl that I even didn't remember, do what others couldn't?

It made me feel weak; a feeling that I didn't like.
A feeling that I thought I had got rid of a long time ago.

While thinking all this, I looked at the left of my throne,
at the little table with the old piece of parchment on it; the letter.
I had been reading it when Hoggle came to warn me about the strange glowing orb in the highest tower.
Again I took it in my gloved hands and memories came back to me.
Memories of a time that made me what I am.

Someone as no one else, half this, half that and with no place amongst any species.
I was the king of my own land. A land built of the dreams of others.
A place that saves the ones treated unfairly, the ones who are not appreciated, like I was once.
This is a place that confronts the ones who discard others with their faults, with their dark unconscious.
They have a change; to learn; or they can take their dreams as I always will offer.
But those dreams are only air without somebody to share them with.
Those dreams are not always as fun as they seem to be.

The letter said:

Dear son,

You have no face in mind to remember me by.
No voice, no smell, no memories.
But believe me if I say that I have been always around.
I didn't want to leave you and your father, but I was forced too.
Rules that were made to prevent Humans and Fay, living next to each other.
I bended that rules and created a heritage,
a land combined out of your fathers and mine, sharing our spirits.
You have become aware of your specials gift, a gift like nobody else has;
a gift to see and understand dreams of others and to fulfill them.
The land that you will be king of, can only be found and opened to others with this gift.
Search for it and you will find.

Love,

Your Mother

I found this letter on my desk in my chamber, when I was 15 years old.
It made my world tumble. As far as I knew, I had no mother, she was dead.
She left me alone in an awful place, where I was not wanted.
My grandmother told me that she had been an air headed figure,
with looks that made men act like fools, but no backbone.
She also told me that I was like my mother and that I would fly away when I was given responsibility.
Grandmother told me not to distract my father,
because his tasks to keep the estate in order were hard enough.
As if he would be interested in me.
The man hardly gave me a look;
he even seemed scared and always looked very sad when I was around.

And then my grandmother found a woman,
a widow with two sons and one daughter that she found worthy of marrying her son.
She adored her; this woman knew how to run a household.
She thought this woman would provide her with maybe another grandchild.
She found herself so lucky with finding a partner for her son.
Although he had money and an estate to offer,
his indifferent presentation made him not very appealing to most.
And he, he just married her, like his mother told him too.

I had thought my life was hell, but I was showed that it could be worse.
I had to move out of my old chamber to make place for Cristian and Darren, the two sons.
My new stepmother, Maricela, told me that I would get spoiled having such luxury.
My grandmother nodded approvingly and my father wasn't around.
So instead I had to do with this little chamber on the back of the house,
that gave me the feeling of being in a dungeon.
A place you would put somebody if you want to forget about them.
They didn't really, in fact, they seemed to notice me all the time and preached to me,
about what it would take to be valuable son to my father and family.
I wished that they would forget.
My stepsister Noreen and her brothers took over that behavior towards me and acted like I was nothing.
Maybe you can understand that I felt powerless and desperate, but it changed on a certain day.
Because apart of being treated different, I found that I really was.

I must have been 9 years old.
A party was planned and my grand and stepmother were discussing about who should be there.
Their silvery auras were forming their dreams about what it should be like.
The people they wanted to invite were already filling the room; acting like they would like to see them too.
The guests admired them, giving compliments. It was so absurd; I couldn't contain my laughter.

They asked me what I was laughing about and then it hit me, they couldn't see what I saw.
I went away, but knew I had found some power.
Later I found out that except from seeing dreams I also could call them to me and form them into a reality.
Dreams are not always fun and I could see them all, even the deepest fears.
They learned to fear me, but couldn't blame me. There was no proof.
Who would think of such powers?
Finally they gave me my peace and the loneliness that comes with it.

Not long after that my father disappeared.
He went out for a ride through his forest, like he always did and never came back.
The man didn't mean much to me and never showed me any affection, but still he was my father.
He was another parent that left me in a place where I didn't fit and or was loved.
Nobody bothered to explain me anything, and then I found the letter.

There was still hardly any explanation.
I seemed to be half Fay. My mother was not dead.
I truly felt hatred and wanted revenge.
How could she leave me with no sign of her interest for all this years?
A simple letter should make all of it allright?
Although she was never there for me, finally she gave me something of use.
She gave me a place where nobody would defy me.
A way to show people their mistakes.

Now I feel different. If I would have had a place to wish my family too in that time, I would have.
But there wasn't any. Now there is but people don't wish away their burdens anymore.
I do not know why exactly, but I don't care.
I feel bored, being in my self created oubliette.
Life doesn't seem to catch up with me.
I wish I could see my own dreams or find somebody who could show them to me.

Well then, I shall have to speak to Hoggle again and I'll have to try to keep my temper with me.
Let's give him a visit.

Hehe, that's how you create a goblin king :P So beware mothers, fathers, grandmothers, etc ...
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