Era of Ezri

Wiser than my old man

Blaze

Brok Truman.

The conniving snake managed to steal a small piece of land right from under my father's nose and even though I was just a boy, I remember the day like it was yesterday.

Brok approached my father and asked if he could buy the section of land that he and his family had lived on for decades to start a cattle farm and in return, my father would receive forty per cent of the profits.

Nobody in Gloria was allowed to buy land, but Brok Truman was the brother of one of my father's childhood friends, so consequently, my father didn't even consider that this man might have had a hidden agenda buried under his friendly exterior.

So foolishly and without second thought, my father signed a contract that had been written and devised by Brok and the contract was then sealed and bound with the power of the land.

The power of the land being the small amount of energy that moved through the air that stopped everything from ceasing to exist.

With the agreement made, the pair went their separate ways, Brok departed to the city centre and Vernil tended to his responsibilities as Commander without the smallest concern or thought about the transaction that had just taken place.

It wasn't until months later when someone reported strange happenings taking place on the outskirts of Gloria, precisely on the land that Brok had purchased that my father was hit with a cloud of doubt and uncertainty.

My father made a substantial number of calls and sent an excessive amount of letters to Brok Truman to figure out what was happening on the property but, despite all of his attempts, he was unable to get through. Either Brok no longer lived on the land or he was ignoring my father, and I had no doubt that it was the latter.

I remember taking a trip with my father to the Truman estate. From afar we could see the houses on the property buzzing with life and in that moment my father's expression was one of confusion and devastation as our car got closer to two large black gates.

Just before we reached the entrance our car jolted forwards, snapping our bodies against our seatbelts as though it had crashed into an invisible wall, and in a way it had.

My father and I were both assisted by our guards out of the vehicle and that's when my eyes fell upon the obstacle that had prevented us from getting onto the Truman property.

A light green transparent barrier constructed from energy.

Vernil looked the wall up and down before charging at it and as I expected he rebounded off it and fell on his ass. Hastily, our security rushed to his side, helping the smaller man back to his feet.

"This has to be some kind of joke." My father chuckled, whereas I could only roll my eyes. It seemed my father had been a gullible fool when it came to this deal, no surprise there.

"It doesn't look like one," I uttered.

My father tensed at my words and then went to knock his fist against the barrier which looked exactly like the ones that separate the factions today; however, this one lacked the ability to induce pain.

My father's face filled with crimson.

Frustrated and on the verge of a fit, Vernil called in the direction of one of the houses, which was a good distance away.

"Brok! Brok!" I couldn't help but be embarrassed as my father continued to shout like he was experiencing a moment of mania. Even our security tried to distract themselves by inspecting their shoes and the surrounding area as though they were securing the perimeter.

"Father, he can't hear you." I huffed.

"Be quiet Blaze." My father snapped, ignorantly.

"Let's just go home Pa, we'll have to try another day," I muttered, trying to be the voice of reason, but my words fell upon deaf ears.

"Brok! Get out here!"

I slowly found myself becoming vexed, stranded here because of my father's stupidity and now being forced to watch him act like a fool, hollering and wailing like a banshee.

"Father, that's enough! Brok's not coming and you've done all you can for today." I informed him.

My father's shoulders slumped after finally considering my words.

"Let's call it a day, Pa."

My father turned to me, a small smile on his lips.

"You're right son." He said as he approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Y'know, you'll make a great commander, Blaze, I can't wait to see the day you take my place."

It's a shame he never did.

I couldn't help but smile back at him. I was relieved he'd listened to me and was about to return home until in the distance, I saw a little black car coming from one of the Truman houses.

As the vehicle reached the gates, they opened automatically. Seen as our mode of transport was now unusable and blocking the road, the driver had no choice but to stop and to my surprise, the man whom my father had been trying so desperately to reach, jumped out.

"What is the meaning of this?" Brok questioned, his tone ferociously hostile.

"I should be asking you the same thing." My father snapped.

"I have no idea what you mean, we made an agreement you signed off on. So I'm asking, what are you doing on my property?" The demeanour of the man in front of me was nothing like that of the man who'd approached my father asking to buy land to start a cattle farm.

"That's the problem Brok, I can't seem to get onto your property. I signed a contract that gave you ownership of this land but not for you to seal it off from the rest of the faction."

"Oh, but you did."

Vernil's expression moulded into one of upset. "Are you saying you deceived me Brok because if you have-"

"If I have, then what? Vernil, you're too soft and it's allowed people to take advantage of you."

"Nobody has taken advantage of anybody, this could've happened to anyone." My father replied, trying and failing to sound confident. 

Brok laughed. " Is that right?" He mocked like he was talking to a child, but my father finally remembered that he was a Commander.

Author's note

Glad to update this story for the second time this week. 

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-Y