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Chapter 5

A Father and His Rival
Added Sun Feb 13 18:13:09 2022 at level 11:

After my brother was born, there was a quiet moment when the midwife and my
mother exchanged glances. Peace settled in, the only noise made were my
brother's cries. He made gentle coos, not screams. The calm that filled the
room was short lived, and perhaps was the last bit of serenity I recall in Teth
Azeleth.

Minutes later, my father entered the room, excited to meet his son after his
latest conquest. He was not due to be home for another week. The midwife stood
up and exited our house, knowing no good would come from staying here as a man
met the child of his wife that was not his.

Everything that happened next was a blur. My father's face moved from joy to
confusion to grief to rage. My mother began to speak, perhaps hoping to say
something to quell him but his sword found her throat first. It cut through the
left side of her neck, coming out the back in a spray of blood, covering my
entire face and torso. The second stab went to her chest, to the side of my
brother who was attached to my mother's nipple. Then the coos became screams.
My father dropped his sword and went to grab the child. In that moment I
grabbed the hilt and swung, cutting the grown man across the back. He fell to
his knees and I lunged with all that I could, landing between two ribs
puncturing his heart.

The scene was macabre and nearly unexplainable to my brother's father, who
entered moments later to see me, a sword in one hand and a babe in the other,
covered head to toe in the blood of both of my parents.