The Fate of the First Hero of Light
I am sitting in front of a a large desk.
The Dark Elf is sitting next to me her face is purple. I can see the veins on her face, she is furious.
A female Hume is in front of us.
She is dressed smartly in a grey knee length formal skirt with a white button up shirt that is tucked in neatly and tightly. Her hair is in a tight braided bun and she is wearing oval glasses with a black frame.
"I would like to start soon, if you don't mind?"
On the table is gray name plate that lists the female Hume's name.
In bold black letters it says "Couples Counselling."
After the Dark Elf's and my night of passion while clothing ourselves.
My Grandmother kicked the door of the room open, it broke loose from the hinges. I had to evade it, otherwise I would have died.
In a performance worthy of an award.
My Grandmother pretended to be so shocked by our tryst, a situation I most certainly believe she had a hand in engineering. We were brought to court in the dining room, we were seated close to each other.
My Grandmother wearing her blood stained traditional parka, the blood on it from the battle of the day before.
She was speaking of how I was honour bound, as the next Warchief of our tribe to be joined in marriage to the Dark Elf.
As my Grandmother had said she was most certainly a "pure maiden".
All the while, the Dark Elf had acquired a blunt knife from the table and was stabbing me repeatedly and with force on the top of my thigh. I know my Grandmother was playing the fool. Because Uncle Thandall was laughing so hard in the next room. I heard a crash and knew he most probably fell out of his chair while enjoying our misery.
But still we were extremely intimidated.
My Grandmother would play the fool around me, until she was not fooling around anymore. As I would rather not risk sacrificing my life I stayed quiet. My newly appointed wife the Dark Elf was also extremely intimidated. I knew she understood, where the blood came from that was splattered on the traditional parka of my Grandmother. Also that she was not a Hume to be taken lightly.
So my thigh was being sacrificed. So that she could unleash the anger of the humiliations, she was suffering.
After much lecturing about the importance of family.
The use of many contraceptives and spells I could feel the Dark Elf let out a sigh of relief.
As she now understood the workings of the various medicines and the effects on the female body.
As if by magic my grandmother produced a product that was designed to stop the act of impregnation.
After we had dined and court was adjourned...
The Dark Elf and myself started walking together to exit the estate.
As I had school and I believed she had various tasks to fulfill as a mage of the mages guild.
After the arduous interrogation, it was as if the memories of our passion had evaporated.
We were tired like having fought in a great battle as the court had taken it's toll.
We were greeted by a carriage at the door, we were told an appointment had been made.
The Academy had been shut due to safety concerns. My Grandmother had contacted the mages guild to ask that the Dark Elf assist us, for an undisclosed amount of time!
That is where we find ourselves now, at the counsellors.
"Young man please disclose your full name and titles. I have to open a case file for each consultation."
"Thank you, my name is Claurilles Descarte Oddmund of House Dominitus and I have been chosen to lead the Northern People of Tulok, but people call me Geir."
"THE TULOK WARCHIEF!" The counsellor loses her composure.
"Is something wrong?" asks the Dark Elf.
"No, it is nothing forgive me!" She is clearly shaken, but is a professional and recovers instantly.
"Would it be acceptable, if I refer to you as Geir?"
"Yes, please do."
"Please would you kindly introduce yourself?"
The Dark Elf sighs very loudly "My name is Suelurin Vivilara of the Deep Elves of the Spiriteye Woods."
"Would you prefer to be called by your full name?"
"No, you can use Vivi."
"HUME BOY IF YOU CALL ME VIVI I WILL KILL YOU!"
"Ok Vivi!"
Immediately her rage returns the veins are back.
"Now, now, Warchief there is no need to antagonize your wife to be."
"I'LL NEVER BE HIS WIFE!"
"Vivi, please let us settle down."
"Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please."
"And for you Warchief?"
"Yes, thank you. Please call me Geir."
"Very well Geir."
The Dark Elf's face is slightly less purple.
The veins have withdrawn.
The counselor speaks of many things, I can see the Dark Elf is learning much, she is asking so many questions.
I see her smile, I remember the first time we met. My face starts glowing red. Her genuine smile, I feel my heart beating faster.
I feel eyes on me, I see that grin the Dark Elf knows what's going on.
"Geir do you have any questions?"
"When I told you I was from the Tulok tribe you were very startled. I do not know much about our history. Please if you could share some. The title is purely ceremonial the tribe will not reform or so I think."
"I understand Geir. Before moving to the capital my family were merchants and we would travel the northern lands frequently. The war had only recently ended."
"The Tulok tribe had only recently disbanded. The destruction was immense even though the Tulok tribe was the smallest. Everywhere they had battled, the villages were completely destroyed and every one had been killed. There was an exceptional warrior among them. It was a woman she was renowned for her cruelty torturing captured foes for days. It was said she had complete control over ice magic. She could form it from thin air, without weaving hand signs or even using incantations.
There was a rumor that she had killed a hundred men by freezing them instantly, then shattering the massive ice wall. Their bodies broken into so many tiny pieces, it was raining blood onto the ground."
The Dark Elf and myself look at each other.
"Do you know her name?" the Dark Elf asks.
"Yes of course, it was Princess Teela."
She looks at me. "What is your Grandmother's name?"
I feel weak.
We enter the carriage, we are on the way back.
We are getting close to the mages guild, the Dark Elf signals to the driver to stop, he ignores her.
We reach the estate.
The Dark Elf is arguing with the staff, she is pushed into the house.
We hear steps.
Each one of is trying to hide behind the other one.
My Grandmother is standing at the end of the hallway "How was your day?"
"Um,um." She sees me fidget.
She closes a distance of a 80 paces, faster than I can blink my eyes.
I fall over and the Dark Elf falls into my lap.
My Grandmother towers above us. I see dark flames rise above her.
"We have to talk!"
Much awkwardness later.
"Oh that, do not worry I have calmed down in my old age. I used to be fueled by rage and bloodlust, before I met your grandfather."
"And the ice magic?" The Dark Elf asks.
"I am not as good as I used to be, follow me."
We are standing in the reception hall of the estate 100 people could be seated inside.
My Grandmother extends her hand.
"Look."
Instantly there is ice, the whole room top to bottom, back to front solid clear blue ice.
The Dark Elf is so shocked she collapses.
"How will we clear the ice Grandmother?"
As if to grasp something she closes her hand.
The ice shatters almost completely, there is still snow left on the floor.
"In my younger days there would not even have been snow."
My Grandmother signals to the staff.
Snow shovels appear, everyone has one they clear the snow. I do not even want to think about what this means.
Finish.