The Fate of the First Hero of Light
I am in my small room...
A red faced Zelda is standing wearing my old set of nightwear from my academy days.
"Geir, no please! Is there nothing else?"
I look to the corner of the room.
A blood stained white traditional dress, Zelda does not want to look, she knows what it is.
Luckily for us and very unfortunately for the beast.
Zelda had a grand idea she could heal the creature and when the meeting came to a close.
My Grandmother could torture it at her leisure.
I had removed all my old clothes in my cabinet, breaking then using the clothes hangers, impaling the abomination inside.
It will not be able to escape.
Wisely I had removed its vocal organs, the cabinet shaking as the creature is suffering.
Zelda normally one that would never condone such a cruelty, was staring dead eyed at the creature while healing it.
She had most likely matured and lost her naivety.
After seeing the horrors the creature had inflicted on innocents while controlling her.
The creature was healed completely, I had to remove the parts that would make it harmful and be able to escape, the impending complete and utter despair, it will experience when my Grandmother toys with it.
Back to her sufferings.
She is wearing my first parka it fits her perfectly.
The completely red parka compliments her eyes, the blood that was spilled and tainted it red, contradicts her completely.
This was the same parka I wore when I massacred house Dominitus.
My Grandmother had brought me business attire. I wanted to put my first snowbeast headdress on Zelda's child sized head. But I could see she was going to cry.
"Zelda you created this situation. You will have to endure the sufferings and humiliations together with me."
"SUFFERINGS AND HUMILATIONS!"
I try to explain the complex schemes of the House's internal politics, I give up immediately, I do not have 10 days to explain the situation.
"Zelda no one must learn who you are. I have lost most of my energies while fighting the beast, using my magics to keep you alive, while running back towards the estate. Being stabbed in the chest also did not help."
"Geir what should I do?"
"First decide on a name for yourself and do not deviate even for a moment. If my Grandmother should speak to you and call you on your real name. Ignore it. Only react if I speak it and first confirm it is really me and not an illusion or a spell."
"I understand Geir, let us use Urbosa as a name. Also I will lie and say my mother gave me the name."
"I understand Urbosa, be wary of my Grandmother, she will undoubtedly use this disaster. To put us through hell and torment us constantly and persistently."
"I understand. What off your cousin he tried to kill you?"
"I crushed his bal...Do not worry about that."
"Urbosa mind what you eat or drink. I will appoint a servant to you. Do not eat or drink anything given to you that the servant has not approved or inspected firstly."
"Geir what do you mean?"
"They will undoubtedly use this chance to try to assassinate me. Most likely using poison."
"ASSASSINATE! POISON!?"
"Be calm Urbosa. I had killed most of my House and our tribe has many enemies. I am immune to all types of poison, the problem is I become inebriated when I consume to much."
"How is that a problem?" asks Urbosa the disguised Zelda.
"I become similar to a common drunkard. You would not be able to reason with me."
"That would be troublesome."
"They believe you to be my daughter, so they would also probably try to approach you indecently."
Zelda's face hardens, I see her eyes have become cold.
"Zelda many have suffered by your hands. But you were not the one controlling them. Undoubtedly even when they learn of the truth some would not be able to forgive and some would still fear you. Still these are the risks we have to take, when we fight against the dark forces."
"I know what you say is correct Geir but still..." says Urbosa staring blankly into the distance.
I have to save the situation I remember reading something ridiculous once.
"I walk in the darkness, but still I can see light. Do not turn your back and walk into the darkness alone. You will lose yourself and not be able to return."
"Geir that does not make any sense. I think, I do not understand but thank you regardless. What should do if I am approached in such an indecent way?"
"Well..."
I try to be as inconspicuous as I can be.
Micheal, Estonix and myself tower over the other residents of House Dominitus.
As I move a large group of women follow me.
When I had met my little snot brother for the first time, in a moment of weakness, I had disclosed that Lord Anaxtus had chosen me as his successor.
The rumour must have spread.
The looks my cousins give me, is the same as when the Dark Elf looks at me at night.
My Grandmother is a very tall woman, she sees my suffering and is smiling very broadly.
Normally my traditional dress scares away most, except for the most hardened a woman. The blood stains on it proving I am constantly in danger or busy fighting in bloody battles.
But in business attire most of my intimidation disappears. I had found it was very easy for me to approach woman in the past, normally with excellent results. But I am married to the Dark Elf now and I am a devoted husband. I would not lust after anyone else than her.
I see Estonix is hobbling towards Micheal.
I crushed his balls when he stabbed me in the chest.
He is also a magic user, he will soon recover.
They see my Grandmother.
Micheal is so excited, he embraces her and lifts her up.
SHE IS NOT KILLING HIM!?
It looks as if she is used to this! She kisses Estonix on the cheek.
Dammit this is the absolute worst!
I had never thought about this!
Lord Anaxtus after the death of the Lady of the House had married again.
She was many years younger and unfortunately Lady Beatrice could never have children. That is why Estonix and Micheal are still young compared to some of the other Houses leading residents.
No one had objected to their claims to rule as they are the most talented and capable out of the House's residents.
I had never thought about this, it was most likely my self pity and arrogance.
My Grandmother has known them for years longer than I have been alive.
There is no way, she would let me harm them in front of her.
That Micheal did not die instantly is proof, she would have killed me if I had tried the same!
I am the Warchief of the Tulok she will not aide me in anyway.
Normally if someone attacks I will show no mercy.
But my Grandmother will definitely stop me now.
I have almost no magic left the wound in my chest is still moist. My remaining magics are under a lot of strain. The energy I used while battling the beast, healing Zelda and running here while carrying her.
It will take a very long time to be recovered, I have to be able to protect her, this is not looking good.
"Here drink this Uncle Geir."
"Thank you, Octavia."
I gulp down the liqueur in one go, I put it next to the many small glasses I have been given.
They have switched over to poison that affects the nerves. I remember the time the Houses had tried to assassinate the Queen by using the exact same poison.
They have used three types of poisons today.
I would want to congratulate them on their improving tactics, but some of the Elders of my tribe and many tribes persons are also present.
If they knew they were aiming for my head.
They would murder everyone in House Dominitus, no one would be spared.
When I see an Elder approach I use my cousins clamoring around me as a shield. So that they cannot smell the poison on my breath. The poison smell in the room has become as a fragrant flower to us. At all of our meetings we are targeted. Having a poison in the room, is not the same as using it.
The Elders want to confirm it has not been used on the Warchief, namely me.
Even my Grandmother is very concerned, she is an exceptional warrior but she is not the only one.
Anyone of the Elders can kill at least 100, if not 200 soldiers alone.
My Grandmother and I would be restrained and every House member would be brutally killed, including my parents, sister and brother.
I can see it in her eyes.
My Grandmother has never been in a hopeless situation like this.
The Elders have started to notice something is amiss they are coming towards me to confirm.
The other tribes people are reaching underneath their shirts or at their backs, where the poison blades are hidden.
They will kill everyone that is not our tribe in moments, if the Elders confirm I have been poisoned.
I cannot move my legs anymore...
Aunt Alisa is restraining me with her blood magics, they are clotting the blood in crucial spots of my body, I cannot move any part of my body anymore.
Uncle Brotan is extending his hand to touch my forehead.
His magics can analyze any liquid, when he touches my sweat, everyone is going to die.
Tears are flowing down from my Grandmother's face. She knows it all to well, what is going to...
CRASH
Glass shatters everywhere from one of the side room's doors...
Uncle Detrinous of House Dominitus flies into the room.
Uncle Brotan looks away, I feel my joints relax for a single instance.
Quickly I grab as much poisoned alcohol as I can and throw it onto my face and body. My face and shirt is dripping full of liquid.
Uncle Brotan and Aunt Alisa have determined the situation poses no threat.
My joints are bound again.
Uncle Brotan touches my wet face, he goes to signal, but stops.
The blades are retracted, my tribes people go on as if nothing happened.
Uncle Brotan assumed the liquid was when the glass shattered and the poisoned alcohol was spilled on me by the startled crowd.
That is what I assumed.
Even a maid inside a Royal House could be targeted for assassination.
If she had gleamed some information, she should not know.
Uncle Brotan knows this, it can no longer be reliably determined if I was poisoned or not.
I look at the cause of the disturbance.
I see Urbrosa kneeling on the degenerate Detrinous's chest.
She is furiously beating his face with her small fists.
Urbrosa is beating him so hard, I can see his mind starting to regress.
I see the rage has returned to her eyes and the fire is burning fiercely again.
I move to talk to Aunt Alisa and ask if she could extend his life using her magics, till Urbrosa has rained down most of her wrath upon the degenerates face.
"You really are just like your Grandmother! But I will do it!"
The disdainful tone she used, cuts me deeply.
But if Zelda's loving heart can return once more.
She can beat as many Dominitus's men as she needs to.
Finish.