And then the thundering storm broke; the sky's lamentation for the damnable day. The awful birth of a mortal demon who's fate was bound to pain and despair. He wasn't born on a feathered bed, but rather conceived on a pile of hay with only the warmth of his mother's embrace to protect him against a chilling night as it attempted to drown the child in its deadly whistling. And after several hours and a hasty bath, there laid the child on his feeble crib. The inaudible snoring silenced by a suck of his thumb, and so the pale baby succumbed to the sleep.
The rain kept raging over the house as if the heavens themselves had not forgotten their goal. If it is true that the old planks and hay used to protect the interiors from humidity, now they failed. The water dripped from the roof and down the muddy floor, infesting the room with a thin layer of dark liquid. And so, the only comfort found that night was the arrival of Dreothorn, bastard of Rohan to the lands, and that would be the first and last comfort he ever gave.
When he finaly reached the age of 12 his mother decided to finaly tell him the truth about his father, the man that didn't left to war and never came back but rather the man that used his mother as a bauble, and then left them without a coin to raise her son. This angered the young Dreothorn, who ran all the way up to the Edoras' keep and pushed the door with a clamor. As to find his father was easy enough, it was the one with the same last name of his, that damnable last name that will always be the reminder of his father. He entered his father's room and didn't bother to find him in plain action, he quickly ordered for an expanation, and so he did get one:
"What's the matter boy! You can't enter someone's room just like that!"
"Oh yes I can, and I wan't answers. Won't leave without them."
"Who exacly are you in first place!?!"
"I won't say anything else until that whore leaves the room" he said pointing at his father's companion.
"Leave woman, I'll find you later" his father said to the obiously bothered woman, and who wouldn't be, being called a whore by a child and then having to walk around Edoras with barely any clothing. She left anyways, thinking that the handsome man he had spent the night with would search her back. "Now, what is your damn problem kid."
"I want to know why you left us alone, without food nor money."
"I don't understand what you're saying, speak clearly." Of course he was starting to remember who that kid was, although he didn't want to believe it.
"I'm saying that I'm Dreothorn Fehngarn, son of Eolyn Tregol and of course... Beothern Fehngarn, that means that you're my father, if you can be called that." Said the kid, that was already ablazed by his father's stupidity.
"Look lad, I don't remember any Eo..."
"Don't you dare to lie! Have some courage and speak the truth!" Dreothorn bursted into rage, he had always thought about his father like a brave horselord, that sacrificed himself to protect others. But now he was in front of this half-naked man, a coward that didn't even accept his own son when he is just in front of him.
"Alright bud, I'm your father, come here and give me a hug. Then we can go for a walk aye?" He said opening his arms wide and giving Dreothorn a so false smile that wouldn't decieve anyone, not even a rat.
"You disgust me, first you negate that I'm your son and now you want to redeem yourself by giving me a hug."
"Then what you want boy, I have a work you know?"
"Let's make a deal, you give me a pounch of 500 silver and come to visit my mother twice a week to bring her food." Said the child, more secure of himself than he ever had been in his short life.
"And what do I get in return?..." Said the man impaciently.
"You have two choices, you do that and keep your manhood..." said Dreothorn quickly drawing a knife from his belt "Or you can start forgetting about your women."
"Good deal! I like it, now please let me do my work!" The startled face of the man pleased the child, he left with a quick "We'll be seing each other soon father." and ran back to his home.
He wouldn't had imagined his father like that, never. Now he knew why his mother hid the truth, and he must me grateful for it. All those images and ideas that roamed his mind were quickly dispelled by a dark curtain and a calmed state, he quickly fell asleep...
To be continued...
