The Fate of the First Hero of Light
Two black clad figures stand up on a great hill, looking towards a distant small castle.
The one figure has a ripped cloak and the figures left arm is missing. He removes a magical paper with a rune sign on it.
"Start."
RATATATATATATATATATATA!
Explosions are heard in the far distance, they go off like fire crackers at a festival. The light flashes going around the bottom of the castle, moving completely around the structure's perimeter. It collapses inside of itself and is demolished.
"SIR GERRICK I AM SORRY PLEASE LET ME HEAL YOU!"
"Minister let us move on to the next structure."
"NO, STOP LET ME HEAL YOU!"
"Minister I will heal myself. You have to use your energies to protect yourself. I will not be able to protect you anymore."
"Sir Gerrick I did not mean for it."
"Minister you are a warrior yourself. You must have had a reason to give my location away. The King has trusted me with this quest, he would not send me on a task that I could not complete."
'Sir Gerrick I just wanted to help you."
"Minister a large white clay bird flying towards me was very visible. I am a capable Knight unfortunately there were more people that I could deal with on my own. The mission was accomplished, sacrificing an arm to stop them was a small price to pay.."
"How did you do that Sir Gerrick?"
The figure opens his cloak there are many magical papers with explosive runes on them.
"WHAT DOES THIS MEAN GERRICK?"
"If I am gravely injured. I just need to enter the structure and detonate myself. It will be destroyed. The mission will still be accomplished."
"Sir Gerrick did you cut off your own arm?"
"Minister let us leave."
The figure with the missing arm adjusts his cloak. The injury is hidden. He starts to move.
"Sir Gerrick let me help..."
"SHUT UP! I CAN HEAL MYSELF! GODDAMMIT YOU ARE USELESS. HOW DOES KING GEIR PUT UP WITH YOU?!"
"..."
"Forgive me Minister I am leaving."
He starts moving. The other figure slowly follows him.
After many moments they reach a road that splits into three different directions.
"Minister if you take the road to the right you will reach the capitol in two days time."
"Sir Gerrick what are you saying?"
"King Geir has most likely killed all of our enemies while we have been on this journey."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"King Geir did not tell us what he was going to be doing. Without a doubt he went to crush the enemies before they could even move."
"IS THAT REALLY TRUE?"
"I do not have definitive proof but that he would not tell me what he was going to do. Indicates that he has a hidden plan."
"Farewell Minister." The figure turns left and walks down the road.
"Sir Gerrick wait should I not come?"
"King Geir sent me so that I can keep an eye on you. But I already lost one arm due to your incompetence, I still have my mission to fulfill. I apologize Minister you would have to find your own way back."
"Sir Gerrick no..."
He keeps on walking. Zelda turns right and walks down the road.
Zelda is thinking
"Why is the world like this? Even though I know somethings are needed to be done. Can we not talk first why must we always fight? I can never understand these people. Always inflicting pain without a care. Geir is the worst I never know what I should do or say. Only recently he said he would have killed me. Can I even trust him? Out of all my enemies in this cursed land he is the most dangerous. He will someday kill me I know it. Always fighting for others, do they want him to fight for them? What would they say if they knew how he hurts others?
Roland why did you have to leave me? With you I felt as if all my worries would disappear like mist before the sun. Now I rule a nation that is not my own. Wait! Geir is the King! I should just leave and go home. No one is watching me. I can do as I want! I am going home!"
She starts to walk faster. She takes of her black cloak with the nation's triforce symbol on it.
"This I will never need again!" She discards it.
She starts running towards her home lands.
Another place...
The black clad figure is sitting next to a broken tree, he looks towards his longsword it is broken into two.
There is a tornado of fire surrounding him. What is left of the massive structure is burning and there is rubble everywhere. The bodies of the inhabitants are strewn everywhere, Knights, women, children and many others their bodies are mangled and burnt.
"Is this how I die?"
He moves his right hand underneath his cloak. He feels something with a texture similar to a rotten fruit, he removes his hand it is dripping full of sticky blood.
"Geir my friend. How glad I am, I met you."
His life's images shine in his mind.
The grey times of his childhood the sufferings of his family.
The colourful memory when he first joined the military.
The darkness of the reality that you cannot change your fate. You cannot change your station no matter what. If you are not born royal you will never succeed, even my hardest work could not let me pass.
The gates were always closed.
The colours become richer and more vibrant.
The one day he felt he would finally break. The humiliations he had to face from even the younger members of the Knights. Unable to fight back or he would lose everything. The seniors reprimanding them while they were smiling themselves. Only their stations forcing them to condemn it. While secretly wanting to enjoy my suffering.
The bloodied snow beast who saved me, gave me respect and taught me true honour.
That day how he ripped them to shreds. The first time I could see the truth. The ones I feared falling to their knees begging for mercy. While the beast fought for me tearing them apart.
The black flames rising from the beast that I could see. Those were evil flames yet when he faced me. Those same flames gave me warmth and chased the grey and darkness out of my heart.
Those times in the barracks with the bloodied snow beast. The drinks, all the stories, jokes and the terrible inspirational sayings. The wars together with our bloodied snow beast, killing our enemies, running head first cutting them down. Those dark flames and the bloodied hands grabbing us before we fell. Pulling us out from the grave. Teaching me compassion for others and giving me a reason to care.
"King Geir it is time for me to go."
The figure braces himself on the tree he painfully stands up. They have him surrounded at least 30 Knights. They are screaming at him he cannot hear them, he can barely see anymore. He is almost dead, he opens and drops his cloak.
He takes the paper.
The Knights start to run.
"...Start..."
Zelda stops running and turns around, it is night time, in the distance a white flash.
Sir Gerrick has died, Direwood Castle has been destroyed.
Finish.
