TRA: A God's Sorrow

The Battle of The Reaper

Grall

Grall stood inside the large expanse of his own mind. Mist surrounded him, making it hard to see. He had fought The Reaper who had taken over his body, The Reaper had evicted Grall from his body as if he was a tenant. As the battle progressed, Grall was able to successfully forced his mind and soul back into his body, connecting with The Reaper in hopes to give some kind of edge to the battle. The process was painful, as it had torn his soul and mind to shreds while simultaneously putting the pieces back together inside his body.

The pain soon subsided and Grall found himself facing his own memories as they peered before him in the mist. Learning what it meant to be a chieftain from his father. The day of his first kill and how he cried for the family.

Grall smiled, these where good memories, memories of a time before the pain of life caught up to him. As the memories flashed it began to show Grall his darker memories.

His fathers death at the hands of another tribe. His vengeance sought out and taken. The elders pushing to destroy a tribe that only wanted to live in peace. Gralls banishment, how the people of his tribe looked at him with disdain and distrust. The countless attempts at suicide.

The memories sent shock waves through Gralls body. He could not bear to relive those events and yet here he was doing just that. Grall attempted to get away from the memories, from the pain that haunted him every night. He knew what memories would come up next and he felt a sense of sorrow take hold of him.

The memories continued unabated, showing Grall the traveling merchants. Grall stood in place watching as the merchants were torn to shreds by the monsters of the forest. He hadn't been able to move, his eyes had already fallen onto something that had caught his breath and froze him to the ground.

A young elven woman with redish brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin stood tied to the caravan of merchants. Grall found himself mystified by the woman and unable to move. He had never seen such beauty in another.

As Grall stared at the elven woman, the beasts, dire wolves, attacked her. Grall leapt from his hiding place and threw himself onto one of the wolves. He fought a vicious battle and came out on top.

He brought the wounded elf, the last survivor of the caravan, back to his home where Grall nursed her wounds and fed her. Grall wasn't sure when it happened, or even why, but the elf came to feel the same for Grall and refused to leave his home. All Grall had felt since the day he was banished was hatred to all, and yet now he had someone who gave him a reason to love. A reason to live.

This sadly didn't last long, two years after Grall saved the elven maiden, she passed away in child birth. Madness ensued, his mind was chaotic, he no longer had a reason to stay alive. He wanted death more then before and he would have it, but first he was gonna dispatch his beloved killer.

Grall stood on the edge of a cliff, a cliff he had thrown himself off of on numerous occasions, the bundle in hand. He held the small form out, ready to drop the child that he and Leah had once been so excited to invite into the world. As he began to loosen his fingers, a small hand reached out of the bundle and grasped him.

It was so small, so frail, and so strong. Grall gasped in surprise, nearly letting the bundle fall to his death. That was when Leah's last words echoed through his mind, words he had blocked out in his anger.

"Don't let your anger drive you. You are the father to a God and you must be his protector."

In that moment, Grall thought about possibly raising this child to become the strong God he was meant to be. To become even stronger then Talengar himself, but every time he looked upon the child, all he could see was his mother. He knew he would not be able to raise the child, not with the anger that still held his heart.