The Fate of the First Hero of Light

It has been 3 mooncycles, since the sealing.

I feel my emotions have become less volatile.

I think of my parents if they had known and if the seal was placed sooner. How would it have been? But then I see their looks of disdain in my mind. I realize it would not have changed anything.

Living at my Grandmother has been interesting.

She has been using me as her personal slave every tedious task she assigns me, she says it is for training.

I wonder.

I have been appointed the next leader of the northern Tulok Tribe.

The Elders have decided my fate, even though my Grandmother had told me I was free to choose.

I think I was free to choose, as long as I chose what she wanted!

I laugh out loud, I am funny or so I think.

The King is dead.

Out of all the past rulers he was renowned for being vigorous and robust.

I have heard rumors that in the great war.

He was able to fight for days and nights continuously without rest.

Yet he died, suddenly and without warning!

The physicians could not determine the cause of his death.

There were rumors of a power struggle they were investigated but ultimately led to naught.

The new ruler was already appointed.

It would be his wife Queen Zeldany the Kind.

She originally came from a distant people of powerful mages to the east.

When the King met her he was immediately infatuated and they married soon after.

This caused quite a stir and an uproar.

The three most prominent Houses in the Kingdom, had already put forth bride proposals to the King.

Things were so heated people feared that a civil war might break out.

This is where Queen Zeldany earned her sobriquet the Kind.

Somehow she was able to ease the unrest, also she had the wisdom to help unite the Three Houses.

The name Zeldany was translated from her people's name into our language.

I had heard it meant "to take care of" or "to protect" also that it was a name only given to women.

My Grandmother had told me once, that It could have a different meaning depending on perspective. But I was too young to understand.

Back to matters at hand.

I was honoured by the Royal House to be invited to the coronation.

I had never believed I would get such an honour!

Yet sill somehow I feel cursed.

My great-grandfather was my Grandmothers father.

He was the ruling Warchief of the time.

He was of an exceptional height towering above our tribesmen and unfortunately also of breadth.

As I am the next in line, I was required to wear the traditional garb.

Manufacturing a new one would be impossible in the required time so I am forced to wear his. Even without his giant trousers, my arms barely fit through the sleeves. And my head is completely hidden in the hole where my great-grandfather's face would have been. The mighty snowbeast that he wore as a headdress, looks as if it has swallowed my whole body.

As I walk my sleeves are dragging on the ground.

I am red faced inside.

I dare not look up, I know the people are laughing.

My Grandmother is in her traditional dress.

She looks magnificent, she looks as if she could be as young as my mother.

Her eyes are fierce.

Men step back as she moves and woman hide behind their companions. She is wearing her iron broadsword on her back. The hilt of the crude piece of metal touches me just under the chin. The blade is wide as half the length of my forearm. The blade goes down straight and ends in half a circle.

I think I might weigh slightly more than it now.

She carries it without strain, as if it is not there.

We are in a great hall.

Chairs are set up into rows, from the back leading to the front.

At the back of the front is a table.,I think it can maybe seat 10 people.

This hall could probably seat 2000 people.

My Grandmother sits down I sit next to her, "You're not sitting here." my heart feels weak.

"Do I have to sit with my parent?"

"No there in the front."

I am looking to see if there are some people wearing a similar dress as mine, I do not see them.

"Where Grandmother?"

"There at the long table at the end."

Suddenly it feels as if the terrible experience I had with the Dark Elf and the school girls was nothing.

"WHAT?!" I shout people look at me, I am flustered.

"Geir they know if they disrespect our tribe and we rebuild. They will face a fierce war. Because you are now the next leader you will represent us! So go now. Also take this!"

I feel immense weight on my back it is my Grandmother's sword.

I almost stumble, suddenly I recover.

It does not feel so heavy, now that I am composed again.

It must be my Grandmothers "training".

But my heart is heavy, I have to walk all the way to the front. While carrying this sword and wearing my great-grandfather's traditional garb. I feel light headed, I want to run away.

"Here is the speech to congratulate the Queen."

My Grandmother puts some parchments in my hand.

I start walking.

I hear the people gasp in shock.

They must have never seen something so ridiculous as a walking jacket with an snowbeast headdress for a head.

Suddenly I feel hatred, I look to my right.

I see my parents they are seated in the middle of the row?

My mother is of the royal house, why would they be seated here?

I does not concern me.

My mother shakes her head and looks behind me.

The royal carpet has been torn into two! You can see the stone floor underneath!

I look at my back.

The sword my Grandmother gave me, it has been touching the carpet ripping it into two as far as I had been walking!

The worse part of it all.

This is the carpet the Queen is going to use to enter the cathedral!

Everybody's eyes are on me.

I feel like this is how an animal feels, when it is at an auction being evaluated for purchase.

My Grandmother is laughing so hard, she is almost falling out of her chair.

The carpet is destroyed it cannot be fixed!

I pick up the sword higher and I move as fast as I can, I reach the table everyone is staring at me.

The Archbishop glares at me coldly.

Thank you Ancient Ancestors, that my face is hidden.

I hear a hearty laugh.

It is a muscular old man, with a mighty mustache and a braided beard.

"Let me help you me boy."

He stands up it is a Dwarf.

"Thank you kind Sir."

He takes the sword

"Sir! Just call me Thandall."

"Yes Sir."

"What your name be little man?"

"It's Claurilles, I mean Geir Sir"

"Geir I see, that be a Dwarfish name. How did you get that name if I may ask?"

"Before my name was changed, that was what everyone called me."

"WHAT?! YOUR NAME WAS CHANGED?! "

Everyone looks at the Dwarf.

"THAT IS THE ULTIMATE INSULT! AS LONG AS I AM THANDALL DEEPSTAND YOU WILL BE AVENGED!"

"Thank you Uncle Thandall. Forgive me I mean... "

"No, it is alright call me Uncle Thandall. Please come sit next to me little man."

"But what about the seating arrangements?"

"Don't worry it will work out!" He lets out a hearty laugh.

I feel in my soul as if I have been rescued. But most importantly that someone would worry about me being unjustly treated.

I wish, I could stay forever near him.

"You Dwarfs sure like to make a scene wherever you go! This is not a tavern, it is a formal event. Please behave."

I hear that voice, that condescending tone.

It cannot be!

I turn around to look, it is her the Dark Elf!

"QUIET SLANT EARS!" The Dwarf retorts.

"DAMMIT" I think to myself. This is the absolutely worst day in my life.

"And you how stupid must you be dragging your sword on the carpet. Do you wear a big sword to compensate for your lack of something?"

I shout "At least I can get an erection! You could not even get a man to have one!"

The Dwarf starts laughing so hard, I see tears fall from his eyes.

The Dark Elf is so angry I see the veins starting to form on her purple face.

"YOU STINKING HUME!"

She grabs me by my headdress, she pulls it off, it almost makes a popping sound.

She immediately recognizes me.

"YOU ARE THE HUME WITH THE CURSE!"

I feel my knees go weak, how could she say it like that?

I look towards my mother she fainted.

In the distance, I see a figure it is my Grandmother. She fell out of her chair, she is on the floor hitting the ground with her fists everyone is looking at her.

Even though we are so far away, I know she is laughing hysterically.

The Dwarf is as if he knows my circumstances and my history with the Dark Elf.

He starts laughing even louder.

We hear someone clearing their throat very loudly.

It is the Archbishop. He is looking at us as if we are toddlers throwing a tantrum.

We compose ourselves. My headdress fell over the front of the table, I leave it there. I feel as if I were to move the Archbishop would curse me personally.

The music starts playing.

The servants had made a plan regarding the royal carpet that I had destroyed.

They moved the chairs, so that Queen Zeldany has to start at the far right of the hall, walk for an extended distance, then turn left also walking for awhile, then turning right on the carpet that I did not destroy.

Then finally walking towards the Archbishop.

We see the Queen enter.

Finish.