The Fate of the First Hero of Light

This is the absolute worst.

I am at my Grandmother's estate.

She is having a formal meet on behalf of the Tulok Tribe and Dwarven Realm Unions Coalition(TADUC) union.

It is being held in the large reception area, the side doors have also been opened, the expansive gardens are also available for guests to explore.

Most of the people I hate the most in my life are present.

Except for my Grandmother, my little sister Teela, my tribes people and maybe even Zelda.

After I had freed Zelda from the creature that was controlling her, I had wondered what to do.

As the Knight would be so distraught at attacking his Queen and not realizing she was being controlled.

I could not go back, because I did not know how he would react.

Zelda had been de-aged due to the attack from the creature, even now she looks as if she is a small child.

Luckily, she is growing very fast.

In a mooncycles time she will be back to her normal size.

Unfortunately many people had died at her family's homestead.

The injuries the caustic liquid that she had produced, were to severe for even the Dark Elf to heal.

The only one strong enough to be able to heal those injuries being Zelda herself.

Her magics are also weaker but growing stronger each moment, yet again another symptom from the beasts attack.

I have the abomination in my hand, it is almost dead.

I had hoped my Grandmother could torture it.

I would have enjoyed seeing it suffer some more, but most importantly I had many questions that needed answering.

When we arrived at the estate, it was announced I had arrived.

At the end of the great hall my Grandmother was standing, but as soon as she saw me, she came running towards me.

Seemingly shrinking and de-aging as she was approaching me.

When she had almost reached me she jumped and with full force kicked me in the face.

I grabbed her leg.

I was looking perplexed at her, while she was dangling upside down.

"Grandmother? What happened?"

"IT'S ME GEIR NII-SAN! TEELA."

I was so shocked I felt my knees go weak.

Could it be true? Is she also going to be constantly shouting like the Knight?!

After many explanations.

My Grandmother had "requested" my parents move closer to home. So she could spend more time with her granddaughter and grandson, namely Teela and my shithead brother Drusus.

When my "real" Grandmother arrived she was dressed in such a fine dress and adorned with such precious jewelry.

I could not believe it was her!

She was so beautiful and had such a serene beauty, almost like Zelda's.

Still not nearly as beautiful as the Dark Elf my wife!

The only way telling me it was my Grandmother is our tribes tattoos covering both her arm's completely and a scar running between her breasts. She had received it while killing her first dragon.

The meeting being held was our TADUC Union strengthening its ties to the Royal Houses.

That is why my House, Dominitus was present.

When we first had arrived, the moment I stepped inside the estate.

As if giving me a line of honour.

Each and every person that hates me, formed a line in the hallway on both sides against the walls.

I hide the creature with ease.

Zelda is shaking in fear, she is still wearing my oversized parka.

My house had tried to kill her and I do not know of her relationship with my Grandmother.

I had heard they had grown closer.

That fable is so extraordinarily ridiculous I would not ever believe it.

I am walking down the hallway towards my room.

My Grandmother had noticed Zelda's form and knew I was concealing the creature.

I could see she understood of how the creature functions just by a glance.

Her years of brutalities and tortures almost giving her godly intuition of how a living being is constructed.

I feel a disdain slightly stronger than all the other's hate.

I look it is my parents.

I exhale deeply.

Zelda kicks me on my shin.

"Who is this Claurilles? Have you stooped so low even children are not safe from you?!" speaks my Father.

"Father, why are they so mean to you?"

My heart almost stops.

Did Zelda just say I am her FATHER?!

"They are your grandparents." says my Grandmother!

My mother puts both her hands in front of her mouth.

My vision goes blurry, the shock being too much to handle.

"HOW OLD ARE YOU?!" screams my sister.

"Im 13 this next suncycle."

My mother puts her hand to head.

She fainted she is on the floor!

I will be joining her soon!

All the people are starting whispering and staring, with an equal mix of disappointment and disgust.

"I am my father's love child, recently my mother died and I was sent to live with him. We were attacked by brigands and before they were killed and shattered. My clothes were lost that is why I am wearing my father's clothes."

"THE CLOTHES IS THE LEAST OF THE WORRIES!" I scream in my head.

No matter how you look at it, even if you do not know my real age.

A child of 13 suncycles means I was STILL IN THE ACADEMY when I fathered her.

My Grandmother's eyes are watering, tears are flowing down her cheeks.

She is laughing so hard in her head she is crying!

Everyone notices her tears, their look of disdain growing stronger.

Goddammit!

Zelda even my sister is disgusted with me now.

"GEIR NII-SAN YOU ARE A BAD PERSON!"

Ancient ancestors! Is she screaming at me because of anger or is this how she is normally?

As if I am climbing a vertical mountain without any place to grip.

I walk down the hallway.

Every step I take feels as if I was running for a whole day.

Finally the end of the hallway.

I feel I had chartered around the world, so horrendous was that ordeal.

I turn to flee, to the safety of my room.

Someone bumps into me coming out of the cloak room as I pass the person.

"OW!"

I feel a sharp pain.

There is a knife sticking out of my chest!

IT IS ESTONIX!

HE IS STILL ALIVE!?

Finish.