Bloody Legacies

As I stared at her in shock, amazement, and confusion, I wasn't sure how to respond. "Well?" I declared, wanting to the rest of the story. " 'Well' What?" She asked, staring at me.
"Well, what about the rest of the story? What happened next?" I pondered aloud as I stared at her incredulously. She simply chuckled. "Oh, yes, hehe. I'm sorry, I had all but forgotten." I just stared at her in disbelief.

"Oh, now then, where was I? Oh yes, now I remember..." She tapped her hoof to her chin and chuckled once more. "Well then, let me find my place again. Oh yes, there we are..."

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So, you're wondering what happened to Sovu, right? Well, let me tell you. The child grew quickly. As the boy aged, year by year, Coruv noticed how quick the boy became, how strong he became, and how flat-out talented he became. By age one, the child was able to speak, read, and write at an advanced level. By age two, Sovu could run 20 miles in half an hour. By age three, he could lift 400 hundred pounds. Every single day, the child grew faster, stronger, and smarter.

By age ten, Coruv and Sovu would go hunting every day, and would come back with 3,000 pounds of deer every night - Most of which was gathered by Sovu. As the boy grew, Coruv noticed his growing spirituality. Before every hunt, Sovu would make a prayer to God for a good catch. After every kill, he would pray to God to thank both him, for sending the deer, and to thank the deer, for giving their lives. Every night before he went to bed, the boy would pray for another day. Every morning, he would pray for thanks for the new day.

One day, after the boy turned 13, Coruv noticed something while he and his increasingly handsome and powerful son were hunting. As he raised up his sword to strike an oblivious deer, he glanced his son head, and noticed something. He saw two golden nubs sprouting up from Sovu's head. "Sovu," He whispered, shocked, as he lowered his blade. "What is that?"

"What is what?" Sovu replied, confused.
"Those... Knots, on your head."
Sovu reached up and touched the nubs, unsurprised. "Oh, those? Those showed up a few days ago. I was bathing in the river, and as I reached up to lather the lye through my hair, I felt those. I figured it wasn't major, so I just didn't tell you." He looked up at his father, eyes widening. "Why, is that bad?" He asked, suddenly frightened.

"Well," Coruv started. "It's necessarily bad, but... It's not normal. I've never seen such a thing." As Sovu came to this realization, he smiled. "Papa... Do you think that, maybe... This could be God sending us a sign? A sign that... I'm meant for something special?" The boy looked at his father with hopeful eyes, wanting his father to say something.

"Well..." He continued. "Maybe, son. But, one things for sure: Whether or not those... Horns, or whatever, that are growing are a sign of it, I know you're going to do great things. I want you to know that. You've got a great future." The man replaced his sword and knelt down before the boy. "Sovu, I think it's time you learned about... How I met your mother."

The boy nodded, and they both walked out from the woods and headed back home. "You boys are back early." Aeia said from the kitchen, cheerful. "Did you have a good hunt?" Coruv walked alongside Sovu into the kitchen, then came up to his wife and whispered something to her. She looked shocked at first, then nodded. "Sovu," She began. "We should tell you about how me and your father met." Sovu nodded reluctantly, and they went on to tell him the story.

As they told him the story, not leaving out a single detail, he stayed expressionless and emotionless. Finally, when they finished, he spoke. "Then," Sovu began, realizing the truth. "Papa... You're not from here? You were... Banished, by some kind of magical talking half-pegasus half-unicorn monster?" Coruv nodded, giving his son a sincere look. "I believe you. This shit is weird - Hell, it's downright crazy - but I believe you. But, dad, if he did this to you... Then I'm going to take him down."

"What?!" Coruv exclaimed. "Sovu, that's crazy! There's no way I know of for you to get there, and even if there were, there's no way you could defeat him! You're not strong enough, not fast enough, not wise enough. You can't fight him."
"But father-"
"I said, NO! There's no way for you to get there, and no way to fight the demon! His magic would tear you apart!"

Sovu glared at his father, determined. "Father, I love and respect you, but I won't back down. I'm going to take him down. This isn't just for you, and it isn't for me. It is for our people, those poor people being tortured by him. I don't care what you say, I'll find a way." Sovu continued glaring at his father for a moment more, then turned a way and walked outside.

He walked about 50 yards, then stopped. He took out the knife that he kept with him at all times, then pushed the blade into the dirt. He drug the dagger around, then stopped. He was now standing by a circle about five yards in diameter. He stepped inside and made made four lines, each about five feet long, crossing in such a way that it divided the circle into four equal sections. He then made four symbols within each section, magical and holy symbols, each about 5 inches long. Finally, he knelt down in the center, and prayed.

"Lord, I pray to you now, humbly kneeling before you. I hope you will help me. I pray that you allow me to leave the world and go to my father's birth land, so that I can destroy my father's oppressor, O Lord. Please, God, please. Let me do that. For my father. For me. For my people. Amen." He then took out the knife, and made a sacrifice of his blood. He made a small cut upon his right wrist, then allowed the blood to stain the blade. He pressed the bloody blade into the very center of the circle, and continued praying. His father came before him.

"I'm not changing my mind, Father." Sovu said, sensing his father coming from behind.
"Good," He replied. "I don't want you to. But, if you're going to leave, then I want you to take this." The man removed his sword and scabbard from his back, and handed it to his son. "You... You're giving me Ehrung?" He said, shocked. Coruv nodded. "Yes. I want you to take it and use it well. I want you... To conquer that sick bastard."

His son just stared blankly for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you." He said. Suddenly, he turned around to an odd sound. The circle he had made was glowing. It opened up, and inside, Sovu saw a colorful forest. Sovu nodded to his father, then ran to him and embraced him in a deep hug. "I love you, papa. Please, tell Mother that I love her, too." Coruv simply nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I will." Was all he said.

"Good." Sovu stepped away. He walked into the circle and looked back.
"Son!" Coruv cried out at the last moment. "I love you too! Please, come back to me one day!" One second more, and his son was gone.