He shouldn't be here. He's just a danger to all the people he cares about. He needs to leave, and he needs to leave now. Henry glares at the man he had heard legends about, smiling and greeting the townspeople with gold.
Epics had been told about his heroic deeds, if more were written about his wife's. They had traveled across the planes of existence to rescue the crown prince from Death himself and defeated the Lords of Ashnur with their magic and abilities. The people of Girthan sung their praises, even sixteen years after they retired to the quiet town of Sentruna to raise a family. It wasn't long before their rewards ran out and "Father", how Henry hated that title, left to retrieve more; despite having a pregnant wife.
"He'll be back soon, dear, just wait for him." He remembers the tales his mother had told of their plights and how they scared him as a child. He feared growing up without a father and prayed to Forlorne that he would come home. Now, he prays for his demise.
"And who might this be?" Henry looks upon the face of the man who had abandoned his mother and left the village's people with only one Magik.
"This is Henry, my lord."
'My lord', as if he deserved the title.
"Well, Henry, it's a pleasure to meet you. Have you any idea where my wife, Aneadria is?"
"In the grave she created." he spits on the clean, leather boots the 'hero' was wearing.
"Henry, be respectful! This is Lord Thorne of the-" the village chief rushes forward to prevent any fighting.
"I know exactly who the fucker is." he raises his hostile gaze to meet his father's confused one.
"Then apologize!"
"No. He's the one who needs to apologize. He's the one who killed Mother."
"Mother? Kid, I've never killed another human in my life-"
"Liar, you killed Diane."
"She was evil! It doesn't count. Now, who was your mother?"
"Doesn't matter now. It's obvious you didn't care if you can't recognize me." He turns away
"Kid, explain! Who are you?"
"The last Magik in a five hundred Hel radius," He answers too quietly and stalks to the seaside cave he called home. He can hear the footsteps following him, but he doesn't care who it is until a familiar hand grabs his elbow.
"Henry?" The voice of his childhood best friend rings softly," are you okay..?"
"I'm fine." He sets a hand over Faerrin's.
"So you're not. C'mon, I'll cook us up some fish tonight and finish the shopping." he comes into Henry's view and squeezes his elbow. The two walk together down the path to their home on the cliffside of a small grotto. The entrance was a little higher that Faerrin, who was 5'9, and led to the only place in the village with natural flora that hadn't been destroyed. Only Faerrin and Henry had seen the flowers' vivid pinks and oranges and yellows after the storm and only they had the luxury of a sheltered home. The walls ran high, higher than the volcano on the island out at sea, and narrowed almost to a point so the rain wouldn't flood the small paradise.
"Sit down, I'll take care of the rest of the chores tonight. If you'll take Jorkane for a walk tomorrow morning."
Henry groans," you know I hate that damn thing. It's not even useful."
"He's my emotional support Kirtan!"
"You don't need an emotional support Kirtan, you need a place of your own!" he swings a halfhearted fist at Faerrin, who easily dodges it.
