The Fate of the First Hero of Light

Again that dream. I wake up. We are on lunch break at my academy, I am laying on the grass. I reach to grab the sun as if to seize it for myself. As if a person like me could do something so extraordinary.

My name is Claurilles Descarte Oddmund of the House Dominitus. Everyone calls me Geir. When I was 10 my name was changed. Why do you ask?

My parents are both exceptional individuals. My father fought in a great battle, that lead our Kingdom to victory in the great war before I was born. He is renowned as a great intellectual and explorer.

My mother is the grandchild of the current ruling house. An expert craftswoman of magical instruments, also a powerful mage.

Now if you were to think the offspring of these two individuals, would be the next level in the evolution of the Hume's race. You would be correct.

Unfortunately they received me.

I am competent enough in most faculties.

Which means I am a failure. In academic pursuits I am never in the top of the class, in physical and sporting events I always place second place or lower. Worse still when the students line from the shortest to the tallest. I am in the center! Average in everyway! My name was changed because it was my grandfathers. Just like my father he was also a war hero and famed explorer. I was told, it was because of constant documentation faults and filing problems as our names were the same.

But as my Grandmother told me, it is because I am a failure in their eyes. Though my Grandmother is ruthless and careless with her words and does not care to soften the blows to my heart. I believe she cares for me.

School is finished.

Time for me to face my punishment, for the sins of a past life.

I laugh out loud.

No one likes my jokes and I think they really don't like me.

I do not feel pity for myself.

But my Grandmother has taught me, from a young age to look at the little things and how to read the mood.

It was as if she knew, from when I was very young how my life would unfold.

When I converse with people I take in the whole picture.

Our eyes are they meeting, are their eyes wandering or are they looking in a different direction.

The face of the person are they scowling, is the face relaxed, are they smiling is the smile genuine or just to keep up appearances.

Their hands are they relaxed, fidgeting, or gripping them.

The feet are they pointing at me straight or pointing to another person or wanting to walk away.

But still even if you checked of all the marks as if you would when marking a test. You cannot read the mind. You can never tell if someone likes, dislike or even detests you.

My grandmother taught me this. Thinking about the strain it causes me. Analyzing social situations like this, suddenly I wonder if she really cares about me.

CRASH

My books are everywhere "I am dreadfully sorry. Are you hurt may I assist you?"

"FOOL! Watch where you are walking. This is why I hate the Humes! Everything they do, they have to incompetent in."

The the figure stands up, by my estimate the person is 6 feet tall. My eyes focus. It is a voluptuous lady her skin is blue, she has long white hear that is hanging below her waist and she is barely clothed. Her sclera is jet black, the part where a Hume's eye would be white. Her iris as a blue sapphire with warmth and a deep depth of colour. Her ears are coming horizontally out of her head. Then meeting diagonally, where the end of Hume's ear would stop.

This is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. It is a Dark Elf.

Her things lay scattered on the sidewalk where I was walking. I desperately try picking them up. My face is glowing red, With the thought of her close to me.

"Can you not you work any faster, here let me do it FOOL!"

I snap. "Listen here if you are so tall. You should be looking where you are walking and nobody calls me a fool you BLUE TART!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" I can see her blue face turn purple with anger.

But I am furious "YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID!"

She bends over and brings her face towards mine. I am so angry I put my head against hers. I feel I might rupture a vein, that same disdainful tone as my parents when they are talking to me. I can't handle it!

We must have standing for 10 moments, shouting expletives at one another.

There is crowd forming around us I do not care.

She punches me in the face blood start pouring out.

I see her smile with glee.

I am so angry, I grab her by her almost none existing clothing. I pull her close. I grab both of her long ears and I bite one as hard as I can. She screams like a banshee.

I smile she sees my face, I see veins starting to form on her face.

She is furious but I have her by the ears. She punches me in the side. It feels like my side is going to burst open. I don't let go I bite the other ear, she screams even louder.

Suddenly we see shadows cast upon us, like children who know they have been caught. We freeze, my shirt has been torn open, my buttons, my books and her possessions are strewn everywhere. People are staring at us.

As I look up, I get a knock on the head I pass out.

I feel I am moving in a vehicle.

The vehicle stops I am being carried. I hear my identification card being scanned, I know the sound it makes. I drop onto something cold it takes a few moments my eyes focus. I am up. This is a white room, with a stone slab on the left and bars in front of me.

I AM IN JAIL! I scream for someone to come, the jailor enters.

Finally I was able to leave the jail. Outside my parents are waiting for me. They give me the same look of disappointment, as they always do. But I do not know why, maybe it is because I was still angry at the Dark Elf. I glare at them back. I knew if I had, had a weapon one of us would have die.

My father freezes up and takes a step back, my mother's face also changes.

It is fear.

I start speaking " It finally worked after all these years I finally see the truth."

"What is that Claurilles?" my father speaks.

"I do not need you anymore." I drop my books and start walking. I feel numb inside, as if I realized something but I cannot recall it yet.

"Claurilles come back this instant!" my mother says. But for the first time in her life I think she means it.

I see my father come, he is intending to stop me. Flames erupt from the back of my arm.

There are runes shining in blue on my arm. I see he has been burned, his clothes have been melted off. My mother is there, she is healing him with her magic.

I turn to face them, I feel nothing but disdain for them.

I start to walk towards them.

My mother without hesitating, immediately cast a lighting attack.

I catch it in my right hand, I feel the magic spin inside.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "You would not even try, to save me!"

"Claurilles that is not what happened!"

"I see her eyes. She really did not hesitate to kill me. I start to move again I close a space of 20 paces almost instantly. I am in front of my mother, I place my hand above her face. In my hand, I see the air slowly turns sparks gather and flames start to form. They turn together. I see the look in her eyes, it is total despair.

I feel a paper placed over my eyes I go limp, the light fades.

Finish.