Prelude Four; The Fool
The Fool did not run away from a fight. He was valiant, cool, and defiantly did not lose! No, not a chance! The blonde bombshell was the best person ever, everyone adored him. The younger boys looked up to him, the guys his age were totally jealous of him, the ones older than him respected him, and the ladies loved him! No one could rival his greatness, especially when all he did was help others!
But, if he was so awesome why was he running away from this fight!
The Fool huffed, feeling slightly out of shape at this very moment, running as fast as he could from the two men he'd engaged in a fight with. He could so take them; he just had to be home. His mother was so calling for him!
The human teen ran as fast as he could back to his home village, ducking under branches and jumping over rocks along the way. Hurriedly, he made his way home, trying to avoid getting caught running away from a fight. He was sure he'd lost them by now. The Fool pushed past a small group on the way, almost knocking them over, pulling a face at how they smelled. Not bad, but different.
The Fool grinned when he saw his village, running to the small cottage he lived in. Pressing the door open, his mouth began to water as he smelled the food his mother was cooking. Score, they were eating special tonight! It must be a special occasion
"Yo, mom," he called out, lifting the lid of the pot carefully, "I'm home!"
The food looked as good as it smelled, some fresh game in there that must have been gifted to his mom from one of the single—or possibly married—men of the village. He wouldn't lie, his mom was hot! And the Fool only benefitted from the fact. The blonde didn't care that the men just really wanted to bone his mom, she liked the attention, and he like the free stuff! Not that he needed the charity; it was just awesome to get free game meat since he hated hunting. It was thrilling, but it took so much effort. He didn't want to get up at 7 in the morning to hunt!
And the best part of having a hot mom? He got her genes!
The Fool was a hit with the ladies, if he were to brag. Though, ironically—and something he'd never admit—he was a virgin. Yeah, yeah. Laugh. Sticks and stones may break his bones, but words will never hurt him! The human boy was actually proud of his status, being a little scared of intercourse. Putting his little buddy in some ominous dark hole? No way! One that apparently spewed blood out once a month, and babies every nine months? Hell no!
He sneaked a bite of food, then closed the pot and hurried up to greet his mother. The Fool found her staring at a picture of his father again, and he sighed in exasperation. He places a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her.
"Oi, mom, what'cha doing?" he smiled cheerfully, hoping to cheer her up. He knew how she got when she was thinking of him.
The frail woman laughed weakly, placing the photo down on her dresser and turned to face her son. She hugged him tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder. For a moment he thought she was going to cry, but then she pulled away and tucked a strand of his blonde hair behind his oddly pointed ear, smiling.
"You seem to get more and more beautiful every day, son," she said softly, rubbing her thumb over his ear, making him blush. The Fool looked away sheepishly, whining faintly.
"Mooom, stop calling me pretty, I'm a man!" he huffed, "men aren't pretty!"
"Aha, yes. A man whom won't even hunt for his poor mother," she teased, pulling her hand back and wringing them in her lap, a nervous habit of hers.
"Aww, cheap shot! You know I'm not a morning person " the Fool pouted, crossing his arms.
"Sure, sure, you're still a lazy boy, not a man yet," the woman said, a playful smirk on her lips, "but you're close."
The Fool huffed again, glaring at his mother. Some mother she was! Tease The blonde rested his hands on his hips, a very agitated and immaculate pose, "meanie! I'm so a man! so when is dinner?"
"Ha! Hungry like a man, yes," she laughed, "endless pit of a stomach, I wonder how I afford to feed you it'll be done in an hour. Oh, and son? Could you run me some errands while the food is cooking? I just need you to take a letter to the post service and pick up some fresh fruits. Could you do that for me?"
He nodded, his posture relaxing, becoming affectionate again. "No problem! Just tell me what fruits you want."
She paused to think before speaking, "hmm some tomatoes and a few bananas, ye-" The woman couldn't even finish her sentence before the Fool was out the door, running down the street to the market. Excited to have a reason to go out some more, and it would kill time until dinner was ready, the blonde hurried to the farmer's market of the village. Never one to be slow or even relatively patient, he ducked under low roofs of the variously sized cabins and huts.
The human boy looked up at the sign signifying that it was post office and grinned. Deliver this and get the fruit. Then he'd get to eat the delicious smelling feast! Stepping inside, he looked to the post apprentice, grinning at the young postboy's displeasure.
"Still proud to be a post apprentice, Rico?" the boy asked, handing the letter to the post master. The apprentice only glared at him, choosing to ignore him and the Fool continued on, heading to the market.
At the market, he looked through the stands, trying to find the nicest looking bananas and tomatoes, hoping to make his mother happy. But the shopping was cut short as his attention was caught by the village chief and his company. The small group of odd looking and smelling males from before. He frowned, looking at them with distaste, as he realized what they were. Elves. The Humans and the elves did not get along well together they were enemies. Elves were stupid, and untrustworthy.
Bad things came with Elves, he just knew it. They were probably planning an attack at this very moment. Those scum! Stomping over to them, the Fool fumed.
"What are you doing, letting those things into our village!"
"What is the meaning of this?" one of the elven males hissed, clearly offended, "what right does this stupid boy have calling us things?"
"You should really discipline your youth, chief," another Elf frowned, "it will get you in trouble otherwise."
The chief sighed, shooing the blonde male away, though not with much ease. He regretfully walked away, if only for his mother's reputation. Thinking of his mother, he remembered the shopping he was to do for her. As he took a step towards the market, he winced at the large boom that sounded. Head whipping around, he looked at the sight of clearing smoke and dead and dying Elven men. In the pile of dead and wounded lied the motionless body of the village chief. The Fool cursed, hurrying to his home. The blonde had to make sure his mother was okay.
On his way, more explosions sounded, and judging by the initial one, it was someone other than human or elf attacking. But who? Dodging an explosion of a hut near him, the Fool looked to his home with worry. But instead of being met with his familiar home, he was met with piles of rubble. His home was leveled.
"M-mother..? Mother! Mother, are you there!" he called out, rushing to search the rubble, "Mother, please!"
The Fool searched the pile of possessions, walls, roofing, his home, looking for his mother. But it was in vain. He could not find the woman. This brewed hope inside of him. Maybe she had survived? Just as he turned to rush out of the dying village, he spotted the soft skin and blonde hair of the woman he knew as his mother.
"No… Mother, no…" he whispered hoarsely, falling to his knees. The blonde choked back a sob as he stared at the lifeless body of his mother. This was why he hated other species, especially elves. They took everything from him, and he would make them pay. He would kill every elf he met, he promised this to himself, and to his deceased mother.