The Fate of the First Hero of Light

When we exited the Portal Spell. Zelda had casted in the underworld, that was hidden beneath Rim Knob.

"Geir what happened to the village?!" "Zelda these burnt buildings have been destroyed for at least 50suncycles.""Geir what does this mean!" "Zelda by defeating the Demon the curse was lifted. The village returned to its destroyed former self. "What of the villagers Geir?" "Come." We move to the burnt out church.

The broken doors are laying on the walls to the side of the entrance. I push the debris blocking the entrance open. "No, Geir it cannot be." The villagers burnt out remains lay scattered at the back of the church. There is a corpse very close to the entrance. The figure is small and has a rusted sword next to it. His one leg is broken.

"Let us leave Zelda." "I still need to cast the spells today." "I forgot you are right."

We arrive at Aunt Hurmihilda's homestead. She is very excited to see Zelda. "My child could you master the spell?" "Yes, Great Mother but the quest was a failure." "I see. Zelda not all quests can be won. The darkness keeping the souls of the villagers captive, has been dispelled." "WHAT!?" "Yes, my child. I could feel my friend pass onto the afterlife. Thank you." Zelda is so relieved she starts crying.

"Aunt Hurmihilda what of Zelda's Dark Magics?" "Geir I cannot take away what has been learned. Zelda you remembered what Great Mother Herhulyn told you?" "How did you know Great Mother?" "Zelda child, I taught her all her Magics." "The hooded figure was you Great Mother!" "Yes, my child. I have been watching you." "My healing magics at the desert school, that time at the blood moon?!""Zelda I have always watched over you. Give me your hand." Zelda extends her hand Aunt Hurmihilda touches her hand, a magical wind blows against me. I know because I feel it blowing through me, even inside of me. My shoulder is healed and the swelling of my head, when I fell down the stairs disappears.

Zelda is holding her hands as if there is something in her arms. I cannot see or sense it. She braces herself she is bending over slightly and her shoulder and arm muscles are strained. She is holding something. Her eyes are concentrating intensely, it must be a magical codex. When Aunt Hurmihilda touched her she must have received a magical rune that enables her to call it forth. The same as my Grandmothers, she can call weapons from within their "Magical Stores".

"Geir you know what this is?" "Aunt Hurmihilda, it is likely the same as my Grandmothers rune. Instead of weaponry it calls forth a magical codex. Analyzing what you told Zelda. You have chosen her to be your successor."

"EXCUSE ME?!" screams Zelda

"Geir you are not called the "God of Schemes" for nothing." I want to start crying. "Why do you have to call me that?" "Zelda what Geir told you is true. Only your pure heart can be trusted with this knowledge. I cannot force you child. Would you accept this responsibility?

I turn to look to Zelda. I have never seen her look so resolutely. Her normal childlike innocence is gone, she looks like a grown woman. "Yes, Great Mother I will accept." "Please come here Zelda child..." My eyes are open wide. I stop them before they can touch. "GEIR WHAT IS THE MATTER!?" screams the shocked Mages. "AUNT HUTMIHILDA ARE YOU GOING TO TURN INTO DUST OR STONE IF YOU TOUCH ZELDA?!" What are talking about Geir? I was going to make some tea. Have Zelda sign legal documents and pledge oaths. This is sacred knowledge, she can only bestow this upon those she deems worthy." "THANK YOU! ANCIENT ANCESTORS!" "Hahahahahaha!" Zelda is laughing at me.

After Zelda has been instructed in how to use her magical rune. Taken all the necessary oaths and signed the documents could we finally leave.

My eyes burn and my cheeks are sore. I have never cried like this before in my whole life. "GEIR WHAT IS THE MATTER!" Zelda screams out of shock. While sobbing "Look here Zelda." "Geir that is the box with the magical weapons." "No look closer!" "Geir your hand is open. Why is the sword not dropping out of it. It seems to be glued to your open hand." "Zelda look closer still." "I sense a strong magical bond between you and the sword. IT CANNOT BE!"

Tears are running down my face. "Hout Plank" chose me as its owner. Now I can never cast this piece of shit sword away. "Geir my child. Congratulations for a sword to choose a master is a very rare occurrence. You are the blessed child that the prophecies spoke of." "PROPHECY!" screams Zelda. "FORGET ALL THAT BULLSHIT! THAT IS NOT THE PROBLEM! WHY DO I HAVE A SWORD, THAT CANNOT CUT!" "Geir my child what are you talking about?" "Aunt Hurmihilda this sword only does blunt damage." "I forget here Geir let me undo the seal on your Magics." An incantation is cast upon me I feel energy flowing through me again. "Geir child, freeze the sword." I extend my magic towards the sword. It does not even freeze one sliver. "How can this be?" "Geir what is wrong?"

"Zelda I cannot freeze it. My ice crystal do not even want to stick to the metal. What is wrong Aunt Hurmihilda? Was it because of your sealing?""Geir that sword is not made of metal. It is a wooden sword denser than even the strongest metals. It is made of a plant not of this or our Dwarven World.

If I cannot wield this sword in battle. Many will lose their lives." "Geir child use all your magics." I am laying on the floor there is a sword hilt sticking straight up from the stone floor. You cannot see the blade, just the hilt jutting out. The shit sword probably shattered into pieces when I froze it. I stand up I still feel dizzy. "Geir are you composed now?" "Yes, Zelda I will need a sword then we should leave." "Geir pull the sword out of the ground." "Zelda this is no time for foolishness." "Geir just do it." I pick up the hilt. I feel massive resistance. I use my shoulder the Greatsword comes out of the ground. The blade edge is covered completely in black obsidian crystal. I want to test the sharpness with my finger. Aunt Hurmihilda grabs my wrist very firmly. She shakes her head side to side. "Geir there is a boulder outside."

We move outside. I go close to the boulder. "My child step back 8 paces from the boulder and swing with intention to slice the rock." I just follow the ridiculous order. I stand ready and swing the sword. There is a distortion where the sword was moving and it looks like there is a slight tear in the air with a darkness inside the tear. As the blades swing passes by the illusion disappears.

The boulder collapses the stone has cuts so clean. It looks like a Dwarven mechanism made it. "Geir unleash your magic. The black blade shatters it look like "Hout Plank" again. "Geir hit the tree." I hit the tree, leaves fall down. The tree is not broken, it has returned to its normal shitiness.

"Geir this sword is so dangerous, we had to find a way to render it harmless. With your Ice Magics you sharpened the blade so much, you could cut the fabric of reality. A sword with such power was deemed to dangerous. We changed the properties if it is not sharpened by magical means, it would turn into a blunt weapon. Geir do you know why?"

"I see! Thank you Aunt Hurmihilda! "Hout Plank" the most wonderful sword ever!" "Geir what do you mean?" "Zelda this sword can be used as a blunt weapon. I can break bones, crush jaws and make teeth fly without killing the person!" Zelda flinches. "How is that a good thing Geir, surely a weapon is made to be inflict fatal injuries?" "Zelda you are correct. But having this weapon that can do both is wonderful. If we need to capture a foe. In the past I would just remove the limbs, then hope Vivi could heal them in time. With "Hout Plank' I will just beat them unconscious. When the need arises I will us my crystal magics and sharpen the blade."

"Geir I...do not know, if I should congratulate you or pity your enemies. Great Mother Hurmihilda taught me how to use the runes while you were unconscious. We should leave.""Goodbye child."

"Before we leave, Aunt Hurmihilda do not assume I will follow your plans.""Geir my child what do you mean?""I am not a fool. That you gave Zelda a rune proves it.""Geir what do you mean?" "She is trying to run from her responsibilities. Am I right Aunt Hurmihilda?""Geir I..."

"Geir why would you say that?"

"Zelda do you know of the original Four Dwarven Hero's of Fate?" "Yes, you told me while inside the world serpent."

"Geir that is not why..."

"Zelda out of the original four only Uncle Thandall and Aunt Hurmihilda remain. Vivi received the abilities of one of the Four Great Mother Badmukara Hillrock. I was bestowed the curse of Great Father Houzmas Grimmaker and now you have the rune of Great Mother Hurmihilda Koboldbraid.

"Aunt Hurmihilda has made her problem yours.""Geir that is not what I wanted to..."

"Geir how could it be wrong that I was bestowed this honour?" ""HONOUR" it is a curse Zelda. The Four Heroes are of the Dwarven World, not ours. We are bound to that world by a curse. We would most probably have to spend the rest of our eternal lives, working to restore a world that is not ours."

Zelda is starting to understand the implication of her "blessing".

"HOW COULD YOU CURSE ME. MY WHOLE LIFE UP TILL NOW. YOU HAVE GROOMED ME! TO FIX WHAT YOU BROKE!" "My child listen...""I AM NOT YOUR CHILD! NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN! GEIR ARE YOU NOT FURIOUS?" "Zelda Vivi and myself were married in a Dwarven ceremony. We are listed as Dwarfs and are going to the Dwarven Afterlife. It is our duty as Dwarfs to accept." "WHY DID YOU NOT STOP ME?""I did not know, until moments ago."

"GEIR I AM LEAVING. I REFUSE TO SUFFER FOR A FOOL!"

"Could not have said it better myself, little Lassy."

"Great Father Thandall!" Yes, Zelda I am here to save the day." Zelda runs to the Mighty Dwarf, her feet almost give way. She is grabbed by mighty hands. "I know you might not trust us anymore. Please Zelda show me the rune." Zelda holds out her hand. Uncle Thandall produces a device, it is definitely not from this world. The rune disappears, Zelda is unconscious.

Uncle Thandall gives Aunt Hurmihilda such an intense glare I want to jump into the corner out of fear. "Hurmihilda we might have been comrades long ago. Hurt my family and you'd wish you were never born. Do you understand me?" She wants to speak.

"Hout Plank" is on my left shoulder. Both my knees are cracked and I am sitting on the ground. I only moved because Uncle Thandall could only use one arm to wield his War Axe. "Sorry, Geir me boy. I just got worked up. Forgive me." "Yes, Uncle Thandall let us leave." Aunt Hurmihilda is laying in the corner of the room, where I kicked her to, before the Mighty Dwarven Warrior could have killed her.

Finish.