Heading home
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I immediately think back to my family. I think back to how well my father does even in his drunken stupor. I remember the sleepless nights, and me getting up to find my father training my brothers. It seems that he can read my thoughts because his face lights up. “You would really do that for me,” he says.and keep going. “Of course” I say back. Even though I'm dreading having to go back home. I wonder how I was going to the place I swore that I would never go back to. I don’t want to go back. I can’t deal with all of it. They’ll call me weak . They’ll say that I could never survive without them. But I will go, I will do it out of the kindness in my heart. I will do it for the sake of Erlking. For I know what it’s like to lose the person that you love the most. I know what it’s like to feel as though the whole world is against you. I know how it feels. “ I’ll help you,” I say, not even realizing that I interrupted him. So lost in my thoughts that I was oblivious to what he was saying. Something about the tactics and the steps we could use to defeat them. He stopped talking so I say it again.” I’ll help you. I have six brothers, and my father is pretty good at fighting. I could convince them to help.” “Okay, I will allow your family to help, but if they get in my way I will kill them myself.” I could care less if you kill them or not. You could torture them in the most brutal way ever, and I would probably help. I thought to myself. Of course I would never say that out loud. That would make me sound really psychotic. Although, I do admit that I am a smidge bit on the psychotic side, just a smidge. “Alright, I will head back to my home land, and plead to my father to help us.” I say dreadfully. I trudge through the mud and realize that I haven’t got much sleep since the day before I set out on my own. Oh well, I’ll just have to get over it. The journey takes about five hours, six if I go fast and don't stop for anything or anyone. It feels like eternity since I set out to head home. I can feel myself getting sleepier and sleepier when I finally see my house in the distance. I knock on the door to have my father open it, and he does the weirdest thing, he hugs me. He hugs me, and he tells me that he’s so sorry and that it was an accident. I immediately know exactly what he’s talking about. He killed my mother. I pull out of the hug, and yell something that I don’t understand at him. Something about how I thought you loved her.” You are so lucky that I need you right now, or I would snap your neck.” I say to him. He just stands there, acknowledging what he had done. I go in the house, and start up the stairs to my room. My brothers have the same energy as my father. “I’m guessing you had something to do with my mother's death.” I say with anger. “Hey, she was our mother too. Just because you were always her favorite doesn’t mean that you get to treat us like crap.” He yells.” Do you want to know why I was her favorite?” He stays quiet, just like all of my other brothers. “ I was her favorite because my father is someone that she loved. My mother hated your father. He had my father killed.” I say. Their faces are dumbstruck. Their mouths opened so wide they could fit the tallest building inside of it. “H-h-how do you know that?” They ask in a rush. “ I’ve known for all of
my life. Mother always made sure that I never forgot it. She made sure I knew my real history, my real family.” They got really silent as I told them this. “Also, I need to talk to all of you about something, and considering what you all did to my mother you should help.” I say in an authoritative voice. “ Tell father I want to see him. I will prepare a meal for our discussion ” I head to the kitchen to make the meal. When I got finished with it I called them to the table and dished out the food. “All right, I have something to discuss with all of you. When I was out, I met an Erlking that lost his tribe. Another tribe killed them. I would like
you to help me get revenge with him.” I explained.
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