Mordred of Kaldor

It was a close kept secret, his family. Having grown up with no father his grandfather was the closest thing he had. News of his death were quite a shock. Saying nothing to noone he gave himself a leave and left for his home. He was there just in time for his funeral.

People looked at the man that had left home many years ago. Seeking for adventure. For comradeship. Seeking people that had the same interests and beliefs he had as well.

It was quite plain that his return did not sit well with them. Noble paladin he once was. Fighting for those in need, fighting for honour. He left because he realised the extent of the corruption. Noone was innocent. He realised he was fighting for a lost cause. They would not accept it and hence he left.

He payed them no attention though. He looked upon the face of his grandfather. Peaceful, serene. A true man in his life, a man in his death as well.

He felt a soft touch on his shoulder. Turning around his eyes fell on the face of his mother. Her eyes wonderous seeing her young man return after more than 15 years away from home. No words were spoken.

Later on, at night, he was sitting on his grandfathers chair, gazing outside the window like he had done when he was alive. Endless hours would he sit and look outside upon his lands and his people. His mother walked in silently. He turned his gaze on her and gave her a brief but true smile.

He started telling her of all his adventures. Until he reached the point when his paths crossed with General Paladis about five years ago. Upon the mention of Kaldorians his mothers head fell down and she was staring at the tiled floor.

"I know mother. There is no need to hide anything from me anymore."
"So you know you are of Kaldorian blood."
"Yes mother. I realised it after a year I had been with them. These people are like me. And I am like them."

Abrief pause and then he continued.

"I am a sergeant now in the army. A Maul as you can see from the uniform. I follow the God of War Raza. I bring pride to my uniform and I will continue too till my last breath."

She looked up at him.

"I can explain to you everything. And I will also tell you our family name."

He interrupted her.

"There is no need to tell me what has been and why. And as for the last part.
I am Mordred, Maul Knight Sergeant of Kaldor. That is how ah ben known and that is how ah will remain."

"But"

"Who meh real name has me to be is not for certain who ah am. Ah beh Mordred and that is that."

"But you have to know your past. You have to know who you really are. Our family line goes all the way back t..."
"Silence! Ah will not have one more word out of yer mouth on this subject. This beh over! Have yer got anythin else ter tell meh?"

"No"

"Then ah shall see yer again at dinner."


After leaving the room he called a young man to him who seemed familiar.

"William?"

"Yes sir it is me. I thought you would not recognise me."

"Oh but I did! Tell me lad. Has your skill in hiding and moving around unnoticed left you yet?"

"No sir! I am still the best spy and tracker around these lands sir!"

"Grand. Ah want yer to do a favour for me"

He gave him the directions for Strongholt. "It is a short trip if you use the moongates. I just can't stand them really". The lad run off with his orders in mind. To have a look if everything is okay back there and report back to him. He wanted to stay home a bit if everything was okay.

The lad came back the next night. He was out of breath and was offered some water. He gave a very detailed report. What happened to a woman called Calantha and Rebecca, a man named Gorn and another short person named Auril.

He frowned deeply. He knew what this meant. And he knew that Gorn should have listened to him when he said that it was a bad idea to bring this lass to stay with him in Strongholt.

He got into his uniform armed up and got supplies for the road. He would be running. He might reach the keep by the next night. He might not. He would try to. Whenever he reached though, he would help avenge the lost child along with the others. He would make specifically sure as well, that the ones that actually hurt them are beheaded and their heads on pikes paraded on the streets of Cove.

Unfortunately he ran into his mother on his way out.

"I shall not be returning mother. My place is with them now. Do not come looking for me. There beh many people that want to hurt me. None of them know about you. Friends or not. Ah was even married once. She nayh even knows about you and that is the way it shall remain. Farewell mother."

And with that he picked up pace and started runnin towards the direction of Strongholt. His thoughts were running along with him. Images of what he would do to the covians. Images of how he thought Gorn and Calantha and Rebecca would be now. How much it must have hurt them. Noone murders a Kaldorian even if he beh unborn and gets away with it. No more diplomacy...no more "gentlemens" agreements. Now swords will do the talking. The way it should always be. We are the strongest. we shall be the ones that remain. His only hope was that Covians would not offer a formal apology to the Commander and for diplomacys sake she accepted. He knows that himself and most of the others would not accept that. She will just have to go with it he guessed.

He ran as fast as he could in an attempt to be there with them fer the first battle.

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