Mikros faltered, as
if struck by lightning. He could not believe it! The Wizard’s son? His mind
started whirling, spinning as he considered the implications of this. The end
of his quest, a quest that had lasted a score and four years, the end of all
this misery as he would be as tall again, the end of all the teasing and
jeering and bullying by the others in his town.
“It seems fitting.
You need my father to save your village, I need yours to reclaim my life,”
Boomed Mikros’s voice with amusement, his chuckle sounding like a volcano, “this adventure is getting interesting.
We’ll meet your father first, get me to my height. Then my father will be
indebted to you, and will gladly give you the rainbows you need to save your
village.” In the distance on the cliff Half Pint had a large smile on his face
as well, as he saw the coincidental irony in the situation. In their moment
however, neither of them noticed Twerp edging further away from them, a small
tear flowing down his face.
Mikros walked back
up to the cliff, picked up the two creatures, and they set off again.
“Which direction to
your father’s lair, Halfling?” Half Pint pointed in the direction of the
setting sun, and the three of them set off. Mikros had put the both of them in
his pocket, and they peered over the edge as the landscape approached and faded
away just as quick under the giant’s feet.
Just then Twerp
looked at Half Pint and said, “You’ve always lived in the village. How come you
never lived with your father?”
“It’s a long story.
Never mind.” Half Pint replied.
“Speak Halfling, we
have a long way to go I’m sure, and there is plenty of time.”
“Well, the name I
am known by is not my real name. I acquired it after I spent six months in a
bar, drowning my sorrows in mead, until there was only half a pint of mead left
in the town. Why I was drinking is of little consequence to this story, but I
was extremely upset indeed, and the source of all my sorrow could be traced to
a certain fair maiden in the town, a leaking pipe in the town castle, a badly
implement recipe for stew, and a set of spells my father cast. I decided at the
end of those six months to leave my town and never return. I travelled across
the land to a place where the people would have heard of neither my father nor
me, and eventually I settled in your village, Twerp.”
“So you hate your
father?” asked Twerp, wide eyed.
“I’m not sure, I
doubt you can call it hatred after all these years. It’s more like a cold
condescension now.”
“And you Mikros?
You don’t hate your father too, do you?” But Mikros didn’t reply, not for quite
some time. And then finally, Twerp and Half Pint heard him say something, in a
voice soft and gentle, almost like one of theirs and not a giant’s.
“No, I do not hate
my father. It is the other way round, he hated me. He is the king of our town,
the regent of all the giants, the regulator of the rainbows. His father before
him was an equally great man, strong, tall, and wise. I was to succeed my
father as king, but when I was born, short, weak and incapable of doing all
those things giants are supposed to, the elders in the village said that our
dynasty was doomed to end with my father death. He tolerated me until I was old
enough, and then banished me saying that I was not to return until I was a
worthy contender for his throne. And I have been out of my town ever since,
hunting for the Wizard of Ounce, hoping that he will give me the secret to
growth and wisdom, so I may claim what is mine. There is nothing I wouldn’t do
to please my father, nothing in this world, if only he would look at me.”
A tear rolled down
Mikros’s cheek, it fell near where Twerp and Half Pint were hanging on, nearly
drowning them. But they swam back up and hung on once more to the edge of
Mikros’s pocket.
“That leaves only
you, Twerp.” Said Half Pint. “Tell us about your father.”
To Be Continued...
How come you never continued this? I want to know the ending!!!
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