Gods of a Different Kind

Goodbye Father

Note from author:

Play This Epic Battle Song

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        "Come and face me Tellus" I shouted into the cave, "Face me you coward!"

        "Son, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this..."

        "You knew this would happen as soon as you left me to that hated tribe!"

        "Son I put you there for your own protection..."

        "And what of never saying a word to me? You took everything from me, my mother, life, and future. Just because you were not there when I needed you. Now I take care of myself and make my own decisions... And I chose to kill you!"

        "Very well, may the earth embrace your soul, mind, and bones. Requiem et in Pacem" rest in peace...

        It was at this point point my father showed himself to me, he came from the shadows as if he had blended into the rock. He wore a leather jerkin across his chest, with steel chain mail leggings. I heard the soft pad of leather boots hit the ground as he walked. He looked understandibly like me, same brown hair, green eyes, tan skin. I could see what Dead Wind meant when he said we looked alike. It sent shivers up my spine to look like this... uncaring bastard.

        He continued walking past me, out into the dark dirt surrounding his hovel he calls a home. Once out he turned to me, with only a whisper he said "Ego paenitet..."

        "Sorry wont cut it, only your blood will bring me happiness" Drawing the three foot long sword given to me by Dead Wind I took a battle stance, the black blade shinning in the sunlight. My "Father" drew power from the ground, creating a sword of various types of stone.

        We stood there in the pale sunlight, neither one daring to move. Waiting for the other to move first.We were at a haesit, a standstill. With the tiniest movement of my legs, the battle began.

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        Our swords clashed with a loud clang, he was far stronger then I, But I held him off. I blocked everyone of his fatal strikes. He would not even give his flesh and blood mercy. I attempted to counter strike with a lunge, he easily parried, then in one quick movement he pinned my sword to the ground with his own sword. He encased the black blade deep into the soil of the earth. Knowing my blade was lost I back peddled several feet to avoid the dangerous strikes from his stone sword.

        I kept my back to the wall of his hovel, waiting for the right time to make my move. I dodged each of his strikes, several by a hairsbreadth. Finally what I was waiting for came as he lunged for my chest. I sidestepped allowing his blade to sink deep into the stone of the wall. With one kick I broke his fingers, shattering the sword in the process. My father showed no sign of pain besides the mild discomfort on his face.

        With shards of stone in his hands he charged at me. I tried to avoid colliding with him but it was unavoidable due to his speed. The very ground seemed to shake as he ran. His undamaged hand hit me square in the jaw, instantly breaking it.

        Filled with pain, I counterattacked by a blow to his stomach, he curled up in the sudden loss of air, I then struck him in the leg with my foot as hard as I could, ripping the skin, tearing the muscle, breaking the bone. He refused to give in to the pain as he put his arms around me, choking me in a constricting bear hug. Quickly running out of air I head butted him square in the nose, ignoring the immense pain that came from my jaw.

        He let go after several more blows, he was breathing heavily, the pain in his face evident. Before he could react I hit him square in the chest with my foot, there was a resounding crack as many of his ribs were broken. I could tell I had punctured his lungs due to his raspy breath.

        My father gave into the pain, he held his arms over his chest in a futile attempt to stave off attack. I reared back my leg again for another strike. With strength I didn't know I had, I hit him in the forehead, he fell over. Looking down on him I saw that I had fractured his skull with the kick, blood pouring down his face. I grasped the shrapnel from the broken blade and jammed it right into the fracture. Tellus said nothing, possibly from the immense pain or from acceptance of his own death. With one final kick I slammed the sharp rock right into his skull. It went right through the other side.

        I had done it. I had killed my father, god of the earth, cause of my misery.

        Tellus's body began forming into a rock statue, right there on the floor with all the blood, and wounds prevalent on his now stone body.

        I felt the power of the earth flow through my body, I was now a god.

        "Vale Pater"

        ***

        "I hope that answered a few questions, it is a painful memory due to what I discovered from his memories..."

        "What just happened? What was that?..."

        "My memories. Basically my life as a mortal in a nutshell. Life can be hard for demigods. At least in villages full racists..."

        "What did you do to the villagers?" Twilight asked, with fear evident on her face.

        "Do you really want to know? I have had over three-thousand years to relive all my mistakes, and that was by far the most revolting thing  have ever done... but at least I can take solace in the good I have done, because after that... fit... I devoted all my time to my subjects. I gave them near everything they asked. Fertile crops, luck in mining, strength in battle, I gave everything in my power. I even fathered a few children, but only because the women asked. I suppose having a child with such a powerful god can't be all bad eh?"

        "You said something about a... personal reason to kill Dead Wind."

        "Ahhh... remember when I said I got all my fathers old memories? Turns out he was the one responsible for my misery. He sent those boys after me, he had Fortis go against my honor, he had the villagers push me from my only home. But, I was a man of my word. I stepped down allowing him to be the primary god in the mortals eyes. After about three-thousand years the other gods started dying off, along with their Demi-god children. Can't believe I didn't see it until all that was left was me and him. He had the strength of all the dead gods, he also possessed their animalistic children. Like the Pegasi... Luckily, not all my children had died. I was not one accept defeat. I summoned an army of Gollum's, with my remaining children leading them."

        "How did you lose with such powerful beings at your back brother?"

        "Luna, Dead Wind is a monster. He had already gone mad with power the moment my father died. No one had realized it though. So without any of us knowing he summoned armies of his mainly undead minions. Notice I said "mainly"... he summoned other monsters. Ones I do not wish to talk about."

        "But how can we prepare darling if you will not tell us of these horrid beasts?"

        "Imagine a mix between a centipede and an ant, now this creature is blind but feels through vibrations in the ground. It screeches upon feeling any living thing. Even worse they hunt in packs and are cannibalistic. their pincers are dripped in venom meant to cause the most pain to a target as possible. And these are one of the more... tame... monstrosities. I do not know the specifics of any others besides that many feed on flesh."

        "Can we please move on from these horrid topics, and on to something more stomach friendly?"

        I agree, Celestia I propose I am to be the one recruiting the army that shall be needed, also concern myself with food stores,  arms, and armaments"

        "Why would you take so much upon yourself?"

"Because I am the most capable, I know how to revolutionize your farming, how to train the best soldiers, and how to teach your smiths to make weapons of war."

        "Are you sure you are up for the task?"

        "I am sure, war is my specialty After All..."

        "Very well, motion carried"

        "Oh and... I need to ask your permission to train the recruits as I see fit."

        "Why would you need permission?"

        "It is considered, unorthodox, against moral code, and will likely scar the recruits for the rest of their lives."

        "Why is it so unorthodox?"

        "It involves me breaking them. In mind, body, and soul. It is quite possible the weak of heart will end up crazy. Although this will be considered a "special squad" of sorts. Only those I believe can survive the punishment will be tried for recruitment. All others will be given basic armor and training."

        "I... approve..."

        "Very well, now that we have that out of the way, anymore questions?"

        Silence. I swear I doubt there was even a cricket. At this point I realized I had just had a casual conservation about breaking a being, and then recreating them into a killing machine... damn.

        "Tomorrow I will focus on food stores. An army is nothing without substances. Applejack could you give me directions to your apple farm from ponyville?"