The Fate of The First Hero of Light

My name is Geir my age is 20 suncycles.

I am the Tulok Warchief.

Currently I work as a representative of the "Tulok Tribe and Dwarven Realm Unions Coalition" or TADUC.

God I hate the name TADUC.

A competing firm had used it as an insult towards our company. The name proved so popular with the marketers, that we sell shirts and merchandise with the name emboldened upon them!

The rival firm had been dissolved, in my heart I feel it was a victory.

When in the morrow, I put on my traditional snow white blood splattered parka. Then when I put the pin on the parka I feel I had lost the war.

I had managed to finally complete middle school.

I went to the Darwen Realm Studied Dwarven Economics. My tutors were the THREE LEADERS OF THE UNIONS! I completed the course with the highest score ever given!

The Mighty Dwarven Warrior Uncle Thandall and I had defeated many a Snowbeast in the mountains that were terrorizing the population.

We had through many days of battling finally defeated a great Dragon.

The fire blasts the creature had unleashed, had singed Uncle Thandal's mighty beard. We feared it might not grow back. We had opened a gash in the Dragon's plate like skin. I had used my ice magics to form small ice crystals in the beasts blood. After many days of dodging attacks, slowly opening the wound. I had increased the size of the ice crystals. The Dragon finally collapsed, the crystals had destroyed it from the inside.

Uncle Thandall and I were so exhausted we fell to the ground and slept for a whole day!

The beast was so large it would be impossible to wear it as a headdress.

It blocked a major route.

I had wanted to freeze the corpse and destroy it into fine sand like ice crystals. Uncle Thandall had a most grand idea, we contacted the Mages Guild they could use their magics to help skin the beast. Seeing as weapons without magic had almost no effect. The skin could be used in the fabrication of leather furniture and possibly even in dressmaking.

The Mages had been so sick from the skinning. I suggested that we contact a Dark Mage from a seedy organization. Uncle Thandall was not pleased with the idea. It looked as if the mages would die.

Finally a most capable mage was sent, a Dark Elf.

They were beings of exceptional beauty. I had, had a romantic entanglement with one when I was young. If I think back I do not think, I could respect a person who would satisfy their lust on a child. Still it was not as if I was a neutral a person. I had initiated our sexual intercourse.

I do not know how to feel about this.

I have traveled all the kingdoms to promote our services setting up new routes. Signing contracts and promoting our wares.

I have felt eyes upon me.

Maybe she knows it is me?

I have grown I am taller than she is by estimate of my recollection.

Will she still remember me?

Can I still remember her?

The Mage comes she is skinning the creature. She is cutting too deeply and cutting irrationally. I also know this feeling well, hatred and vindictiveness.

"We payed the Guild to skin the animal, not butcher it. Calm yourself or leave."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"You heard me you are having fun butchering it. Like someone would feel abusing a being lower than yourself. We contacted your Guild, because it was renowned for professional Mages our contract stipulated the skin must be in the best possible condition." the Mage is silent.

The skinning is complete.

"What should we do about the body!" asks one of the pale looking Mages.

"Do not worry." I extend my hand towards the remains.

I feel the tingle of Magic surging through my body. The air feels cold at my finger tips, the beast is instantly incased in murky blue ice.

"Me boy have you been practicing? You can almost start seeing through it!" speaks Uncle Thandall.

People come daily to assassinate me leaving bodies in the street, is very unsettling for the populous. I freeze the bodies, then shatter them.

Still looking at the body I drop my hand, the beast shatters into nothingness.

There is a few handfuls of blue snow left.

The Mighty Dwarven Warrior starts laughing "Geir me boy! You still have a mountain to climb to reach your Grandmother!"

"Uncle Thandall you do not soften the blows to my heart!"

As expected the other Mages are quite shocked.

"Geir, pay them."

"Yes Uncle Thandall."

I walk to the Dark Elf her hood is hiding her face.

"Thank you, for your work."

I see tears are falling.

"Why...did...you...not...come... for...me?"

"Pardon me?"

She grabs the purse forcefully and storms off.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Uncle Thandall is furious.

The mages from the guild leave.

I examine the skin.

It is black but when you move the skin in the light, it shines with colours.

Uncle Thandall returns he looks shocked.

"Is something wrong?"

"Geir go talk to the Mage outside!"

I see the mage the hood is down.

That BLUE FACE!

I have her underneath me. She is moaning, twisting her body and she grabs my skin tightly with her fingers. I feel her inside, I know what it means.

The sun is almost up.

I look into her eyes. Those black sclera eyes with the blue sapphires irises. Her white hair is laying on the bed. I am taller than her. We enjoy each and every part of our bodies. She says she needs a drink. She is almost of the bed I grab her by the ankle slowly pulling her back.

She is smiling and climbs back underneath me. She smiles slyly. Seems she was not so thirsty after all! "How many climaxes was it now?" I ask her.

She is breathing heavily staring deep into my eyes. I feel again she is pulling on my skin with her fingers and twisting her body. I start kissing her deeply. She is standing on her elbows as if to run away. Moments later she is relaxed underneath me, while we kiss. I feel as if she was never gone.

Definitely something has changed, she looks at me differently and I the same.

Our hearts are racing even when we are not in a sensual embrace. How long has it been? We kiss and talk. Tell stories of our exploits and experiences. Then kiss again. She asks me why I did not come. I tell off the letter. Those veins start to appear on the face that is already purple because of our passions.

She told me she had wanted to elope, because she feared my Grandmother.

She tells me of her feelings for me.

I tell her my feelings towards her.

In her eyes I see she means it and I think I feel the same.

We are standing in the middle of a fierce snow storm.

I am holding hands with the Dark Elf.

My Grandmother is crying tears.

Uncle Thandall and his family are all there.

The Great Fathers of the Darwen Unions and their families are also present.

Almost all of my tribe's people.

The Dark Elf's family and Elders of the Spirit Eye woods.

My soon to be Mother-in-Law is crying.

My Grandmother tears are of joy, hers are of disappointment.

Great Father Brehmoudounel Vastpike starts the traditional service for a Dwarven marriage.

He speaks words we cannot hear them.

I apologize I lift my hand and use my ice magics.

The snow freezes, then disappears into nothingness.

I see my soon to be Mother-in-Law's tears stop.

It was no accident there was a snow storm my Grandmother's ice magic was causing it then I used mine to stop it.

She can see I am a powerful ice mage.

The Dark Elf's community start composing themselves.

They know the massive amount of magics, that are required to stop a storm.

The Dark Elf kicks my shin.

Uncle Thandall starts laughing mightily.

The ceremony is complete I am married, IN A DWARVEN CEREMONY!

I am sitting in a chair.

Looking out at the snow mountains of our realm.

Uncle Thandall's youngest son come sits next to me he congratulates me.

We talk many things his dreams of his future.

I give him my card and tell him to come see me, I will have the Union employ him.

He asks why I am so sure, I say he should not worry.

Later he did not need worry.

He was Uncle Thandall's son a Deepstand can do anything!

Soon he was head of the department.

My beautiful wife arrives, she glares at the young man.

He quickly and fearfully departs.

She is wearing a white snow traditional parka of my Tribe. We lean our heads together I am so excited for our future.

The Elves did not want to join the celebrations, so I issued a challenge.

If I could beat them in a feat of magic, they would join us.

They gladly accepted we found two similarly looking boulders. As I had issued the challenge I would attempt to destroy the larger boulder, I would stand alone. They could join forces to destroy theirs.

As they had despised the Humes.

Especially me!

For I had seized one of the royal twins for myself, they would be glad to take any victory. The contest started I destroyed both boulders, all the trees, dissipated the snow and carved out a large hole in the mountain. They could not even start with an incantation.

Like finely trained assassins my Tribesmen descended on the shocked Dark Elves.

Forcing them to drink strong liqueur.

"To take away the cold of the mountain air." I was kicked in the shin again.

Uncle Thandall laughing even harder this time! My Tribe has many a celebrity and shrewd business people. They quickly broke the Dark Elves hardened defenses. We had been taught many a Dark Elf song by Vivi. So by singing their songs. They started singing together. The entertainers in our Tribe, also had their own songs, they were also sung.

Then the fatal blow.

Drinking challenges where issued by the Dwarves.

As Elves and Dwarves had a long history of being belligerent to each other.

The challenge could not be refused. Tables were arranged. The ten strongest alcoholics were chosen. Great Father Ygnag Shortforge signaled to me I stood up and took the Dark Elf's hand. We were seated between Uncle Thandall and Great Father Grougnir Ironward. The Elves are blinking their eyes out of confusement.

My wife is also blinking not knowing what is happening.

I am handed a large glass full of fine Dwarven Ale.

One gulp it is down.

"Next."

"Geir why are we on this table?"

"We are Dwarfs we are facing the Elves in a mighty battle!"

Everyone "WHAT!".

After much explanations my Mother-in-Law was white with stress.

Everyone else was either shocked confused or both.

I explained that only Dwarfs could be married in a Dwarven Marriage Ceremony.

The ceremony had been officiated by the Hume tribe of the Tulok and The Deep Elves of the Spiriteye Wood's Clan.

Also by Great Mother Nammo Barleygift Head of Internal Affairs.

Our marriage license we had been listed as Dwarfs, our names have been added to the Ancient Tomes we will pass on to the Dwarven Afterlife.

Immediately my wife collapsed.

My Tribesman had known of this plot. Through many machinations on my behalf I had engineered this scheme. Uncle Thandall had adopted me into house Deepstand. With many a legal loop hole like an expert performer I was granted temporary citizenship. If I would be joined in Dwarven Marriage I would earn my Dwarvenship. The law had not stated what the race of the partner had to be.

Because only a fool would not be able to deduce that it had to a Dwarf. Before the law was amended. I was granted permission by the The Union Heads , Uncle Thandall the Head of clan Deepstand and The Tulok Tribe's Elders. Because you could not lose your race Identity It would only add. I would still be Hume and Vivi still a Dark Elf.

My name is Geir of House Deepstand WarChief of Tribe Tulok and my wife is "Vivi" Suelurin Vivilara of House Deepstand also of the Clan Deep Elves of the Spiriteye Woods.

To summarize. The Dark Elves are not only bound to the Humes but also the Dwarves by marriage. My Elvish Grandfather started laughing so hard at this complex scheme. He threw one of the young Elves from the table. He started drinking 3 ales in less then a few seconds. My wife had still been passed out. The Elves had been extremely tough. When we lost a Dwarf, they would also lose a Dark Elf. We had underestimated them.

My Elvish Grandfather was an exceptionally strong man.

He would drink 3 ales in a few second.

Then wait for us to struggle to catch up.

We were falling left and right.

It is only me and Great Father Ironstead left.

My Elvish Grandfather is the only Dark Elf left.

Everyone is cheering for him.

EVEN OUR TRIBES?!

"Great Father Ironstead avenge me..." my consciousness fades.

Geir...wake up...Geir...we won!"

My vision clears.

"Aunt Assi what happened?"

"VIVI WON! IT IS A DWARVEN VICTORY!"

Vivi is on the table swinging an empty ale glass she holds it.

It is filled instantly she drinks it!

She is so fast 2...5...8..10!

Everyone is cheering for her.

My Elfish Grandfather has passed out!

I hear singing Elfish songs, Hume songs and Dwarven melodies. Sounds of laughter and cheering.

"Grandmother are you there?"

"How did you know?"

"I hear your tears falling on the snow."

"Gear I am so proud of you!"

"Thank you Grandmother...where are they?"

"Why do you worry about them?"

"They are still my parents. Even through everything that had happened. I still would have liked to have them here..."

"You said you met them once on your travels did you not?"

"Yes, I almost forgot."

Finish.