A Hero's Journey

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"Mathias Truculentus! Where the hell are you, Boy!"
His voice boomed through the entire realm. "Boy!"

I opened my eyes lazily to the dark stoned room I've grown up in. Little bangs came from the door now. "Are you up, sire?" A small voice whispered. "Yes. Tell father to go sit in the snow? While I get ready. He seems a little hot headed this morning."

I said sitting up in my bed. I heard feet shuffling away, satisfied with my decision I moved my feet over and off the bed. I had a chill go down the scars on my back, goosebumps now apparent on my skin. Striding to the closet, I drew the tapestry aside as I walked into the small alcove.

I took longer than I normally would've getting dressed, just to annoy father. I slip on the tight leather pants from off the floor. Feeling lazier than normal I sat down in the chair in the corner. Like thunder cracking, my bedroom door burst open with my large mammoth of a father, with the maid who came to the door, I'd assume, in his hand.

"What did you want to say to me, Boy?"He boomed.

I rushed over to the maid, grabbing her hair out of his hand.
My father let go, out of disgust of me helping her. His hellfire eyes stared down at me with the small girl of a maid in my arms.

"You are disgusting. Look at you, helping this trash, this thing is less then us. Human Filth." He spat out, emphasising the 'F' in filth.

I raised my head up meeting my fathers stare, my mother wouldn't dare doing this. She's smarter then me, obviously.

"I said you need to go outside and sit in the snow. You seem a little hot headed this morning." I said bearing my teeth.

I stood my ground. "Is that a problem? Because to me the only problem here is how you are treating this young lady." I said standing up.

"Young lady?" indicating to the girl curled up into a ball, "That is nowhere near a 'Lady'. Ladies have luscious bodies, beautiful hair, and breathtaking features, and that-"

"Do not disrespect her." I snapped up at him cutting him off.

Not even a blink later, a hand flew across my face sending me straight to the ground. "Pack up your shit. Report to the Grand hall." With a stone cold expression he strides out with that.

I got up slowly, my face throbbing, I looked to where he stood and spat. I glanced over at the girl that was shaking in fear. I bent down and patted her head. she looked up at me with wide eyes from my little stunt and glossy from the tears she had shed, "Come, take my hand."

I smiled warmly at her as I help her stand. "Everything is going to be alright."

She sniffled in response, I led her with a hand on her back as if we were waltzing, my other hand holding hers in front of us. I led her to the door. Opening it for her, waving goodbye, then closing it.

I sighed loudly, "This is going to be interesting. Yet another hunting trip that I'm going to not kill anything and get chewed out Again." I mutter to myself. Forgetting about my slightly swollen cheek. I strolled over to the closet grabbing a satchel, rummaging through different drawers, throwing random things into it as I walk by. Realising I still don't have a shirt on I threw the closest grey tunic I could find on.

          I looked in the full body mirror, "I am missing something."
I scratched my head. I walked over to the small box on the chest of drawers, i pull out an equally dark grey ascot with a fiery red pendant attached to it. "He would hate to see the world today." I put the ascot on under around my shirt collar, laying its edges under shirt giving me that little extra something I needed. The ascot with the pendant looked great, with it all blending together nicely with the pop of red. I quickly grab my family crest ring I got for my 18th birthday, and slipped it onto my middle finger.

       Lastly I just need my boots and coat then I am ready.

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I walked down the hallway, the length of my wolf pelt coat flowing in the frigid air around me, servants bowing as I pass. I turn down the intricate halls, into the grand hall. The huge chandeliers looming over the large "U" shaped table in the middle of the room. My parents in their thrones the stood far above everyone else in the room, making their power and status obvious. "I'm tired of the crap you continue to give me."

My father's voice echoed through the room, "You are my son, yet you have no qualities that come from me. Hell, your eyes are as gloomy and bright as the sky outside, they should be red with the blood of your enemies."

He said with what sounded like disappointment. He nodded to what seemed to be guards behind me. Multiple footsteps approached behind me. "You're no longer welcome here. You're weak and powerless. Now you are homeless, and have no family. You have no birthright and are no longer in line for the throne." I could feel my heart rate quicken. "The only mercy I am granting you is your life. Only because your mother has a disgusting soft spot for the likes of you."

His words were like daggers and his mouth the arms from which they were thrown, each hurting more than the last, each going deeper than the last. His eyes whispered the sweet kiss of death that taunted me like the devil himself. "Take him out. Beat him. Push him down the hill to fend for himself."

Still in shock, I was being half dragged by the guards. My father's version of mercy is giving me the worst possible chances out in the hellish cold that is the kingdom of Gelu in the Frozen Northernmost Mountains of Krai.

It took what feels like seconds to move to the stables. At least I am pretty sure I am in the stables, it smells of shit and hay so that is a big indicator. The sounds of the horses southed me somehow. I was dropped to the ground, I felt the hay under my hands. I sat up onto my knees.

"Sire?" A guard spoke up finally, his voice sounded very young, weird. "Sire"
a different voice said, this one older and firmer. He must be the head of the guard. This caught my attention. I look up at him, fully aware of the shame that coated my princely face. "Yes?"

I said with a little bit of sarcasm. "Gets you sorry ass up and gets you a saddle ready, you gonna be needing lots of speed to get to Lensk. You were kind, when King was not. Kindness is repaid with kindness."

His accent made it a little hard to follow. For the most part I could understand what he was saying. Get a horse. And get out of here. I nodded my appreciation up to him, with this I took action.

Standing up as fast as I could, I grabbed a saddle, my body groaned from not working out in the past few months. I mounted the fastest horse in my father's company. I grabbed the hood of my coat and flipped it up counselling my face. I did a small wave behind me acknowledging their bravery, if my father finds out they did this for me, they are dead.

I took one glance back at the great castle that I grew up in. I grabbed the reins in both hands and begun to barrel down the side of the mountain at full speed.

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What's up dudes it's ya girl.
So this is originally a story I had to write for English but I actually want to do something with it possibly? Idk, but it's like a 16 page thing on google docs so this is me transferring and changing some stuff up so it looks good so yea.
Peace out loves ;P