My Father's Son...?

Now clean, but cold and wet, I returned to the clearing where Yggsdrasil had once stood vigil.

A figure stood near the giant stump. I felt a strange mixture of fear and joy at seeing this figure. Joy at the thought of being able to talk to someone, anyone about what had just happened to me, fear began to wrap its cold hand around what passed for my heart though as I got a closer look at this figure.

It was vaguely feminine, its pale flesh almost translucent in the dim light of the clearing. Her hair was long, dark and tangled in massive clumps that seemed to have a life of their own. Her eyes shone with a bright blue light that only made me feel even colder in my nakedness.

She waited as I stepped from the forest and cautiously approached her.

Now that I had the my natural equipment again, I found it difficult not to drop my hands down to cover my privates, but something told me that there was nothing truly sexual about this creature, so I resisted and kept my hands down at my sides, fists nervously clenching and unclenching.

“Who are you?” I saw no reason to beat around the bush.

“I am Me’shwara, She Who Watches, in your mortal tongue.”

“Can you tell me what the hell happened to me here?” I looked down at my new body before meeting her gaze again. “Where is my son? He helped to bring me here.”

“Your son made his sacrifice. His time has expired. He has moved on in his journey. You, however, have much work yet to do.” Her voice was cold and distant, ringing out with a hollow echo as she spoke, as if she were using a microphone and bad speakers.

“Why couldn’t he wait until this…transformation…that I went through was finished?”

The woman’s face showed no emotion as she replied. “His sacrifice was required for you to rise again. Without the completion of the act, you would no longer exist.”

I stepped forward, losing the fear for this strange woman as my frustration level grew. “What do you mean that I wouldn’t exist? I was far more powerful than I feel now. What the fuck did you people do to me? What happened to my body? Why do I need to eat again? Why…”

Her raised hand ended my rush of questions and halted me where I stood, unable to move or even speak as she exerted some sort of power over me.

“You will have to find your own answers to most of your questions, but I answer three questions that you ask now. Ask carefully, because I will answer no more than three questions.”

I felt her grip of power on me loosen. “OK, what happened to me?”

“You had fallen into the trap of becoming that which you had been fighting against. By defeating the Banes and absorbing their essences, you became too dangerous. This was a process that had been taking place over a number of years, but you reached a critical mass, a tipping point, where you would have soon fallen under the sway of the An’girasii and destroyed all hope for your people. Your son sacrificed his own life so that you could be saved. As you can see, your body has been dramatically altered. You are now flesh and bone once again, your Spirit has been reunited with a body that has certain physical needs. Your Spirit has been cleansed of all the others that you had absorbed over the years, including the creature you knew as Grendel’s mother.”

I didn’t stop to think about her answer before asking my next question.

“So, do I need to eat and drink again because I am alive?”

“You are immortal, to a degree, in that you do not require sustenance to survive. You do, however, need to eat and drink in order to thrive and become as strong as you will need to be for the challenges that you will surely face. You will find that you crave the lifeblood of living creatures, the fresher the kill, the more strength you will gain from its consumption. In that aspect, you are now well and truly your father’s son.”

That caught me off guard. I couldn’t resist throwing out my third question. “Wait a minute, who do you think my father is?”

“The man you know as Drake Kampmann was both your biological father and your spiritual father.”

I was so stunned by this statement that I had trouble forming coherent words in reply. “But…that’s…not…possible…”

The creature smiled for the first time. “It is the truth. When you come to a full acceptance of this fact, you will truly discover the full range of your inherited powers.”

“No…no…no…”

“Say your farewell to this place, human, for you will likely never return. You will find that it will be exceedingly difficult to travel through the Shadow, as you call it, like you did before. You still retain the knowledge of how to do so, but you will no longer have the same complete mastery of that place as you did before.”

She pointed to a pile of clothes and gear next to her.

“Please collect your things and prepare yourself for your final journey from this place. I will open the path for you to take back to your home world.”

I couldn’t bring myself to move just yet. “But what happened to Alexa? Why can’t I see Kenny one more time?”

She shook her head. “You have used up your allotment of questions, human. You will need to find those answers for yourself. You do not have much time before the pathway is open to you. I suggest that you use this time wisely.”

A door of Shadow formed just beyond my pile of clothes. Still dumbfounded, I staggered forward to scoop up my gear. I noticed something was missing. “Hey, where is Excalibur?”

“The Lady of the Lake has claimed the blade for now for safekeeping. If you prove worthy of it, and are in need of it, it may be returned to you at a later time. I suggest that you leave now.”

Clothes and gear in hand, I stepped into the Shadow with far more questions than answers.

“Drake is really my father? Mom, you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do!”