Bafesda the Paragon of Fortitude

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Chapter 4

Grendor then reappeared in the window of a shopkeepers store. I turned to chase but did not.
I was told long ago that he had a spark in his soul, but this was a complete 180. He had
spend many years with us, and was one of our family. I didn't know what was going on, but
I wasn't going to kill him without finding out what the change was in him. The Priests
didn't have a clue as to why the sudden change. His attitude and tone changed almost instantly.
A calmness sat over the village for a day with no sign of Grendor. I was within my home
with my wife, Millie and son, Marcus. We were just sitting around, playing with blocks.
I remember that day very well, as each time I close my eyes I relive the day over and over.
The skies started to get dark, and rain fell from the sky. Marcus said, "Water!" while
pointing to the window. I chuckled at the way he said it. Talking three year olds are funny.

That moment a numbness came over my senses. I felt empty as I did before I met Makrellin.
Something was going on. I stood up, and held Marcus in my arm. The door blew open with a
strong vengeance. The wind did not open the door, Grendor did. He was back, and had a spear
within his grasp. All happened so quickly, as he was moving so fast. Stabbing Millie in the chest
and then looking towards me. I held the shield I was given by Makrellin in my hand.
Marcus was in my other arm, and I shielded him as best I could. The spear he was holding
started to shift at the blade, and split into two tips with one longer than the other.
The longer one had a red tip, and that was when the shield I was holding started to hum.
This must be a defiled spear. He held the spear in one arm, and threw it towards me. I put
the shield up to block the attack, and held Marcus close to my chest. I turned to embrace
the blow, and then all went dark. Unsure of what happened, I woke after with priests in my
house, one was crying. I could see villagers outside my door. My senses came back to me
abruptly, and I could see the spear that went through me, and through the shield I held.
My memory came back, and I rolled to the side to see the limp body of Marcus with a hole
in his chest from the spear, and my old shield in his off hand. The spear was thrown through
my shield, pierces my chest right above my heart, and went through Marcus. He lay there, dead.
My holding him the way I did, so close to my body made the spear not need to go much further
to strike him. There's a large dent in the shield I gave him, and looks as if the spear went
Marcus and was stopped by my old shield I was told to get rid of by Makrellin. It was too late.
My Marcus was gone, and Makrellin told me to get rid of the shield that would've saved him.
My entire world lay dead in the house of Hynum Ray. Wife on one side, Marcus on the other.
To be betrayed by the gods puts an anger in your heart, one that may never be removed.

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Chapter 3

I took the shield that formed from the cavern floor, and held it in my hands. Very light
and very quick. My jabs would be quite dangerous. I cut down my old shield and gave it
to Marcus so he could hold it. A perfect, gleaming shield made of titanium. He had
his little wooden sword, and my shield I gave to him. He was a miniture version of me.
A month had passed, and I felt the shield getting stronger in my hands. This wasn't a
normal thing. I could feel the pull it had upon my grip, as it didn't want me to remove it
easily. Most of the time I had to force the removal of the sword to pick up Marcus.

Around that time my senses of evil started to pick back up, and my focus was getting very
strong. I could sense an evil within the village, but could not place where it was. That
day, the day of the Great gods, in the Month of the Ancient Evil is when it all clicked.
I was in the fields outside the village with Marcus, showing him slicing maneuvers.
That moment one of the Priests came out and said there's something wrong with Grendor. I
cannot see into him anymore. Something is blocking entrance, and I cannot see that spark
of good in him anymore. I feel we are in great danger, and that I made a grave mistake.
The priest said those words as he ran back to the village. I knew something was wrong, but
I could not place it, and now I know why. There was a god blocking the aura of this one
that I let live with us, and grow up with us. I ran towards the village, Marcus slowly behind.
I stopped and told him to go home, and wait for me there. He listened, and ran home. I came
to the square in town, and could see Grendor within the holy altar. He was hovering off the
ground, and he turned so quickly, almost knowing that I was standing there. Eyes were black
with fullly dialated red pupils. I could sense the unholy aura about him. The priests were
blocked out of his reading, but with my powers I could read through his soul. He was not there
someone else was in control. He turned with godlike quickness and threw a small object
at me. I had the shield I was given in my hand, and covered up, waiting for the impact.
I could hear the boom, but could feel nothing. This must've been the strike Makrellin
was talking about. Some kind of negative strike. The shield soaked up the blow. I could feel
nothing. Grendor just grinned and disappeared into a black, sulferous mist and was gone.

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Chapter 2

My life was forever changed on that one. That day haunts me each time I close my eyes.
I had been out of practice for some time, becasue the village was rather peaceful. Word had
spread about me, so the souls of the wicked didn't come to visit. I had been out of practice
with my sword, and shield. I hadn't picked it up for a couple of years. I replaced my
sword with my boy, Marcus. He was growing rapidly, and turned three the past summer. Words
came out of his mouth, and he was a living recorder of everything I would say. I enjoyed
spending time with him, but I knew I would need to get back to work, so I picked up my
sword, and shield and started to practice. Marcus would come into the room with me
with his wooden sword and mock what I was doing. It was very cute, and made me proud.
I made him a little circular shield he could hold with the shield, and I showed him how to
hold it. He was quite good. This was in his blood, so he was a natural with the sword.

After all the time had passed, I noticed my power from the gods was not there. Strange to
feel that, but I felt an emptiness that was never there before. I went to the shrine of
our god, Makrellin. Not many knew of him, as he only spoke with the human race. I couldn't
get a hold of him. As I was about to leave the cave, his silhouette formed on the cavern
wall. He had never taken this form before. The form of a shadow. I did not question him
as he was a god, and I just his noble servant. He spoke to me and said it had been some
since I visited him. I apologized, and told him I was raising this little one. Marcus stood
next to me with his little wooden sword, and bowed to Makrellin. His voice sounded angry
when he replied, "I know what you were doing......I can see everything, and know everything."
I apologized again. He knew why I was there, so there was no reason to tell him. The shadow
disappeared from the wall, and mist came through the floor, and formed into that of a human
girl. This girl was the size of Marcus, and studied him intently, gazing into his little eyes.
Marcus said, "Hi!" and the mist disappated into the air, and was gone. All that was left
were words echoing through the cavern. The words I remember exactly as they fill my dreams.

"After such time you come back to see me, and bring little Marcus with you........So be it."
"Evil grows in the world outside of this village, and in time, it will come full circle. The
villagers have grown lazy thinking they were safe, and you have grown sluggish. I shall
grant you your power back with a little extra. A shield that protects the holy knights from
the negative strike that many enemies now have at their disposal. This shield will make
you immune to the attack if held. You just need to remove your old one. I did as he wished.

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Chapter 1

That day has put a hole in my heart that I didn't know was even possible.
I spent so many centuries fighting for the gods, and speaking with them individually
that I thought I was in good standing with them. Hynum Ray, the banisher of the wicked
and defender of all. That's what I was named by the villagers. I dont remember exactly
how many evil souls I've banished, but I do remember the one that I let get away.
I didn't know his name at the time, but I was told it was Grendor, but that was after
the face. The one they called Grendor came to the village under a mask of friendship.
Not a full drow, but maybe half...Maybe a little more than half. One of his parents had
to be human. His size along was much bigger then that of a drow. But, I could still
see the evil in his eyes. He always got into trouble as a younger kid. The priests said
they see a small spark inside him that could be molded to change his way of thinking.
I didn't see him the same way. I only could sense the aura around his soul, and that was
evil. The Priests asked me not to get rid of him, but to give him a chance. There was
an order to things, so I gave the Priests the benefit of the doubt, because they are the
closest to the gods, and they would know before any as to who was capable of change.

Years had passed by, and Grendor seemed to be doing well. I watched him grow and play
with the rest of the kids, and he seemed to be doing well. He was around a century old
and that was the average life span of those within this small village. He didn't look
old, but looked very young, and I could see his strength and weapon work was shaping nicely.
Around that time my wife had given birth to the joy of my life, my baby boy, Marcus.
To look upon those eyes, and have them look back at you, just melted your soul, and you
realized at that moment, you would give your life to save this creature you made without
a second thought. This being was more important than you. Not much can be said more
about this. Those whom had children understood what I was talking about and could relate.
Life was great. Even the nights I had to wake up to feed him were still a great pleasure.
The bond we had was seen by all. Those were the good years, but I didn't know my fate.

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