The sun cast its first rays of light over the village. A usual morning would see Malora soon crest over the hills between her home and Hefka Village to shop for the day’s meals.. Today, only the wagons of early-rising merchants trod over the road leading south.
Miche grew worried, his most prominent customer nowhere. Betty and Edgar exchanged worried whispers, wondering what may have happened to delay Malora.
A few hours later, a figure did indeed pass over the road leading into the village. Something was different though. This figure was larger, more burly. It certainly was not the sight that one would expect. Reaching the edge of town, passersby started to notice who had graced the town with his presence.
This was most unusual. Lorn had passed through the village numerous times before, but often chose to arrange a carriage to pick him up if he saw fit to go somewhere. Never before had he taken to the village by foot after he returned from his grand quest. Really, it had been since before he was the Hero that he had spent any time in the village at all, preferring to only live on the outskirts.
A time or two since his wedding he had gone off to slay some beast too strong for a common extermination squad, and a handful of times he visited the capital. The awestruck expression of all that he passed started a fire through the populace. Merchant stalls ceased business, gawking at the sight. Many spoke in whispers, trying to guess what happened that brought the hero here in this manner.
He walked with purpose through the market, approaching a familiar product stand. Met with the distraught faces of Betty and Edgar, his own expression remained the same. His face had been a concern for many whom he had passed, dark and rueful. Never had the public seen the hero this way.
Even so, the most shocking aspect of this was the bundle that Lorn carried. His child lay sleeping in his arms.
Betty was the first to break the thick silence. “Has Malora fallen ill? Is there something I can do to help while she recovers? I don’t mind doing some cooking for you all if she is resting.” Though she tried to sound strong, her voice wavered a bit as she doubted that it was as simple as that. Something seemed desperately wrong. In all her years, not even the demon invasion had filled her heart with a sense of such peril.
“........” Lorn mumbled something under his breath, so quiet that not even Betty or Edgar in front of him could hear.
“What was that? My hearing isn’t what it used to be. Let Betty lend a hand if she’s offering.” Edgar spoke boldly, seemingly oblivious to the tension that hung in the air.
A moment passed before Lorn made a move. Then, turning his face skywards. “THEY TOOK HER! THEY TOOK MY WIFE!” His voice boomed louder than a cannon, sending several nearby listeners on their rear end from surprise. Betty and Edgar took a step back, Betty placing a hand over her mouth with tears welling in her eyes.
“Who? Who could have taken her?” Edgar, somehow still able to respond after the earth shaking proclamation that was just made, put forth the words that nobody anywhere would like to hear the answer to. Whoever could take anything from the hero must have been a dire threat, and the air shivered with fear from all in attendance.
A deep foreboding tone further shook the audience to their core. “I don’t know, I aim to gather those who could help me track them down. Take care of my son while I journey to the capital. I will need to submit a call to arms.” Lorn held Lormus out towards Betty, who carefully took the bundle from him and tried to stifle her tears.
Lorn turned away swiftly and trudged away, leaving deep bootprints in the cobblestones. Stillness hung in the air, nobody able to make a move. Lorn made his way through the town, silent as death, until he reached the stables where he took the fastest horse in the village. Even with this it would be two days to the capital, but it would have to do.
The market Lorn left in his wake, cold dread silencing any further actions, sat unmoving. The first noise to be heard was the sound of a young child, stirring awake and crying out.
Blaggard!
What a guy he is
Lorn needs to get what’s coming to him!
All involved will have a hell of a time, trust me.
I hope many tasty treats come your way tomorrow friend
Miche grew worried, his most prominent customer nowhere to be seen. -> customer was nowhere
Reaching the edge of town, passerby started to notice who had graced the town with his presence. -> passersby (unless there was only a single person who saw him)
leaving deep bootprints in the cobble -> cobblestones
reached the stables where he gathered the fastest horse in the village. -> he took the
Even with this, it would be two days to the -> remove comma
“THEY TOOK HER! THEY TOOK MY WIFE!”
Is that the lie Lorn is going with? Has the single remaining neuron left in his tiny brain not sparked onto the fact that it was he who drove her away, trying to kill her? Of course, not that he would admit that in public, but then again he might-he’s already gone full psycho and he sees it as him punishing a treacherous, ungrateful woman who was trying to kidnap his son, so she deserves death in his eyes.
“Lorn held Lormus out towards Betty, who carefully took the bundle from him and tried to stifle her tears.”
Well then. That’s a much better outcome than I was expecting. Good, Lormus won’t be tainted by being close to his father, and he’ll grow up with loving foster parents who won’t badmouth his mother.
…Just had a really disturbing thought-please don’t make this story turn out to have an Oedipus twist where Lormus ends up sleeping with/making passes at his mother
Thank you for another round of catching some errors!
Oof, full disclosure I hadn’t considered that a possibility and will avoid that at all costs.
Oedipus can keep his story fully separate from this one.
Yeah, lorn is going the sob story route. He is presently at odds with not only himself, but also his “inner demons” hehe
The little guy ain’t looking too shabby right about now. Betty and Edgar + cute baby is a recipe for success.
@MegaSuperKami It didn’t occur to me at first either, but as I was thinking “Lormus will grow up not hating his mother, and wouldn’t recognize her even if he saw her” it made me think of a few other stories I’ve read that had that as a “gag” where someone unknowingly makes a pass at/flirts with someone they don’t realize is their parent, and is later mortified by it if they ever find out
Yep, Lormus is a lot better off not that he won’t be trapped with his father trying to “raise” him as a single parent
Liar, liar, gonna... die-ah....
I'm not a good rhymer
I had been wondering if we'd see the other side of things before the "death ripple" went out. Yes I'm calling it that now!
I felt it wouldn’t be right to not see what was happening in the rest of the world. I can’t expect it to feel natural just assuming what happened while she was away. Not enough info. I’ve been trying to be aware of “I know what’s gonna happen, but I have to make sure it’s clear to someone who didn’t make the thing.” As an amateur, there are a lot of ducks to keep in a row. I hope that I can make a satisfying experience for y’all!
Also, I approve of the term “death ripple”
Ahhhh! I need more!
Thanks for the chapter!
Thank you for joining today's rather short entry. We will be back to the main event next time!
@MegaSuperKami