Role

Chapter 16

Juhldalor watched as his fathers face contorted into
a mask of agony and rage as he cried out in blind fury.
His arms grew slack as he slumped to the ground, his
massive forge hammer falling to the ground with a loud
THUD.

His shoulders began to shake as he started to sob in
uncontrolled fits. Snot and tears dripping down his face,
he slurred uncontrolled as he blathered on to his son
Juhldalor.

"Ner be fearin dem darkness dare meh boy! Ner yer eveh
be givin up yer heart dare boy! Ner yer fargin be
givin up dem fires in yer fargin soul boy! Tellin meh!
Tellin meh now!" Gruhnarld said with a shaky voice.


Juhldalor stared open mouthed at his father, who in his
whole life had never seen him expose weakness, a moment
of fear, or a moment of lack of conviction. He crawled
his way to the anvil, and beneath it's worn face, he
grabbed his father by the shoulders and nodded silently,
his eyes lending strength to his fathers.

There in that cold morning, Gruhnarld told his only son,
Juhldalor of his past, of his betrayal, and of the price
that he will have to pay for his envy and for his vanity.