Thoughts and memories of a Demigod (The first of those to come) - Short Fantasy story (Part 3)
The days went by in a strange strand of my memory of what had passed and what was yet to come. I was still in my prison, waiting for others, reading and learning about the people who had imprisoned me here. Although they did many bad things through their ignorance over time, there were some good things. Some progresses I didn't expect to see, but they weren't considered progress. Oh, if they knew the true truth of everything. Soon, I hope they will see things more clear. I also hope that what is right will be accepted without much bloodshed. It's always the hardest part, at least for us, to kill the innocent and the blinded. It is difficult, and every now and again, even though we have seen these scenarios countless times, you are struck again by any superfluous death that will have no significance.
One afternoon, as the sun went from its golden color to the strange shade of orange doors leading out of the main hallways of castle opened. Surprisingly, I was excited to see it. An elderly man came inside, struggling to move and visibly limping to his right leg. His grey beard reached his waistband and he had several bracelets made of various metals on his hands. The uniform was neat but visibly worn. There was fear in his eyes, well hidden behind the wisdom that had brought him by years.
"I'm Priest Arn, can you tell me who you are, where you come from?" he said in a thunderous voice. A strange echo of his words went through the chamber. It was a more subjective experience, but their tongue was very rough.
"Priest, I'm not sure you are the right person to come today. What I can tell you can shake you in faith and in everything else, but it also opens up a new world for you. I am Mikelen, the demigod of the Source people. I have come to bring you the truth and break all the misconceptions that you impose on yourself. I have come to save you, if possible, from the inevitable destinies of destruction that have been waiting for you for several years if you do not see the truth. I have to talk to the rulers of your country.” Strange was their language when I spoke it, but I accepted it. Of course, every bit of knowledge of that language came to my mind as soon as I heard it spoken. One of the great benefits of Source magic.
"Another lunatic whooping. There are a lot of you lately, sects of different faiths everywhere, like mushrooms. We thought you were an envoy of the Peace Duchy, based on your appearance and dress. But we were wrong. Tomorrow you will be brought before the King for trial and after that almost certain execution. Say goodbye to this world today. If you want I can send you a priest to talk to him and maybe ease your sinful soul a little?” He said, turning to leave.
"Poor people. I'm sorry, but you've chosen the hard way. Until tomorrow then, Priest.” I told him. And I saw the expression of confusion that he had cleverly hid.
For the time being, no one is able to open their minds and at least consider my words for a moment. Judging before the King. I was leaving from here, with the force, I already felt I had enough strength. And then we'll have to do this the hard way, for them. I mourned them, as did my soul, knowing that she was waiting for the new scars that my brutality would cause her. All for Source and Truth.