Now, as much as I didn’t want my sons to beco fathers just because I said so, we needed an army. To throw Alexios’ stones at his own head was sothing that I had never thought about.
But, hey, maybe it was ti for a very big family?
"Domination!"
"Death!"
"Destruction!"
"Dada!"
The last one was Mordred, who was still trying to get a toddler to stop chewing his blonde hair.
I ignored him.
That should have been his first word. He missed the chance to butter up ages ago!
Which is to say... five days ago.
I should have really done sothing about the fact that my children were aging at the speed of light, but as Solas pointed at the entrance of the Mammoth Graveyard, I just stood up and looked at Mordred.
"Son, there are tis in the life of every father when he has to do the hard thing, and..." I began. I felt that such a speech was the best life lesson I could impact on Mordred.
But he...
"Dungeon ti!" He yelled, as he deposited the toddler into the overflowing lap of his vampire husband.
"What am I going to do with all of you?" I felt like a failure as a father. Not just that, but I felt so, as if sothing was wrong with this world.
But I didn’t want for my babies to beco lazy. Besides, I needed them so I could conquer the dungeon.
Because I did purify myself, Aron and Nate from all that black tar goo.
For all I know, it could have turned us into strong necromancers.
Or sent us camping over the latrines.
I believed that the second option was the most likely.
And so, I made the first step towards my future. Aron got in front of , Nate took a hold of my hand.
Soon, Mordred and Mortir freed themselves from their children and got behind Aron.
I could not help but smile.
We were a family. And we were going to do this! Together!
The undead Mammoth which was blocking the way to the entrance seed to have other plans.
"I’ll eat its eyes!" Mortir yelled, and I could swear I saw a tear fall down Nate’s cheek.
"Are you proud?" I asked my second husband, as his son began to climb on top of the rampaging mammoth, which was slowly but surely getting away from the entrance.
"More than you know," he kissed on the cheek, and soon he joined the fray.
I watched them cut up the Mammoth. Made a ntal calculation to pick up the at to try to poison Alexios with it, and then entered the Mammoth’s Graveyard.
I looked around. It was not like I was going to delve in without them. That was just asking to get kidnapped and held hostage by a ghost.
But I wanted to see this place. This ancient bastion of the giant’s culture.
Because to the giants were these brutes who ca by thuselah or the Tree of mories and threatened to uproot them.
But here I was. In the place where they wanted to make their final journey.
I put so mana into my eyes. Wanting to see what sort of decorations this place had.
There were handprints. Huge ones. I nodded to myself. The humans liked to do that too, once. I made one step forward. A strong cold wind ruffled my blonde curls.
I made a step back, looking around.
Sothing was watching , I knew. But that didn’t an that I was going to challenge it.
No, I was here for the cheese.
Nothing more.
Then I saw it. A strange statue. It was small. That was the strange thing about it.
Oh, sure, a human could make sothing so small that one might think that an ant had carved it out of a tree. But we were talking about giants.
They shouldn’t be able to carve sothing so small. Even if it was about as tall as .
I made a step towards the statue; the cold wind blew again.
"I’m just looking around, ok? I an no offense!" I yelled at the darkness.
The wind ruffled my curls once more, but this ti it was gentler.
"Thank you! And please — do rest in peace! Move on, follow the light!"
It was a misguided attempt on my part to get rid of the strange ghost who seed to be about as attack ready as I was, but I did hear sothing like a chuckle.
And no wind ruffled my curls.
So, I guessed that I could go and look at the statue.
I looked at the face of the strange man made from wood, only to find that he had no eyes or mouth.
Just a nose.
"Strange," I murmured, as I looked at the statue’s neck. There were carvings of different animals on it.
Ants were following elephants. A wolf had a lamb prancing behind it. And much to my amazent, there was a dragon and a nymph, one in full bark armor, at the end of the column! Right at the back of the neck!
Where the pressure points which could kill you were!
"Hm," I looked further down.
The robes of the statue were plain, but they had all kinds of plants on them. The collar had wheat motives, the lower half had thorns, and the part which was touching the stone ground had grass and... forget--nots!
"Ok..." I looked at the darkness once more. I had no idea what this was on about. "Is that your God?"
The darkness ruffled my curls with a lukewarm wind.
"No? Please tell this is not a prophecy!" I hated those. They always ended up with countless people dead.
The warm wind which enveloped my body was answer enough.
"But it’s not for , is it?" I got both a cold and warm wind as an answer.
"It is for ... and for Pan?" I didn’t want for Pan to get mixed in with this. I didn’t want for him to lose himself to fate’s gas.
But I got a light, warm push to the back.
And so, without waiting, I ventured inside of the Mammoth’s Graveyard.
The entrance sealed behind ...
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