Patricide
“Puah!!”
Inard crashed into a pillar. The intense collision made him feel as though all of his bones shattered. Every single organ screamed in pain. His tears obstructed his vision, while his blood dripped down in front of him. He weakly slid down onto the ground. He struggled to raise his head. He looked at Elizabeth with mixed emotions.
“She’s my wife, my most beloved. She’s the woman I wholeheartedly love. I still remember the time we shared in the forest. I still love her; in fact, the warmth of her hand not long ago still lingers in my hand. Why, though, why is she trying to kill me? Why does she want to kill me?” wondered Inard.
“I must say, your swordplay is similar to how it was in the past. Your swordplay is superb, my dear husband. Nevertheless, sorry, but I’m no longer my past self anymore. Do you still remember when we went to save those children in that castle? That was when I noticed I was pregnant. By the time we left the castle, it was almost time for us to separate. My nation was attacked, and I couldn’t take my son with me. That was the most painful decision I had to make in my life. That’s the memory I’m most reluctant to recall. You took our son back and had Vyvyan raise Troy. I’m grateful for that. I made a mistake. I was too weak. I love Troy so much, yet I didn’t keep him with me. That’s why I was emotional when I saw Troy by my side this time despite him being fake.”
Inard watched his wife approach him. However, he felt less and less love. Instead, he grew increasingly confused. He understood the first part of what she said, but he didn’t understand the part that came after.
“What’s this about Vyvyan raising Troy and Elizabeth’s nation being attacked? Didn’t Elizabeth take her son back and claim the throne? Didn’t she then form a friendly relationship with elves? What’s going on? What happened after the castle…?” Inard asked himself.
Terrified, Inard tried to recall the event, only to discover that he couldn’t recall it. He couldn’t recall the appearance of the castle, the sunlight that day and what Vyvyan and Elizabeth did. It was as though that day never existed. There was a big chunk of his memory missing. The memories of that day had vanished. He didn’t notice it in all those years.
“What exactly is going on? Why have I forgotten about that day? Why didn’t I notice it? If the events of that day didn’t unfold, what happened to my life up until now?” silently questioned Inard.
“Have you noticed that you can’t remember the events of that day? That’s because you don’t want to recall it for what came after it was the beginning of our eternal separation!! It was then that my pregnancy was revealed. Then, I gave birth to Troy one year later. Sadly, I went home alone in the end. Vyvyan and you raised him. You eventually died in the desert in the Northwest; hence, you never returned, and we never met again. We killed Vyvyan and Elizabeth, but there are no signs of this world collapsing, which means you’re the culprit as I suspected. You’re the one who controls time with magic. You didn’t want to face our future and deleted that day, thereby altering the flow of time. That’s why our timeline has gone awry. That’s how you have you have your current lives!!”
Elizabeth lowered her long sword. She went up to Inard and looked at him with a mix of emotions. She continued on in a soft voice: “To be honest, it’s hard for me to find it in my heart to destroy this place, as I’ve seen your reluctance to accept our separation, life with Vyvyan and you still on such good terms and Troy by my side. You know, this world you created has appeared in our real world as a bubble in the centre of it. The bubble continues to grow every day. This bubble, which shouldn’t exist, continues to expand. Once Troy grows up, it’ll absorb the real world, consequently destroying both worlds. Thus, I must destroy this world no matter what.”
“Wh-Why… why…? This is the real world! I live here… My wife lives here. My sister is here… This… is the real world! You’re the fakes! You’re the fakes!”
“What are you on about?” Troy spoke up before Elizabeth could go on.
Troy slowly walked up to his father. Inard looked at him feeling surprised. In a voice of disbelief, he stuttered, “Y-Y-You’re Troy…?”
“That’s right, Father. I’m Troy Galadriel Rosvenor. I’ve inherited the Galadriel Tribe’s blood and Rosvenor’s glory. However, Mommy Vyvyan’s blood is more prominent in me. You may not know this, but, after you died, Mommy Vyvyan raised me herself. Mommy Vyvyan and Mommy Elizabeth once fought, thereby throwing the two races into a war. After the war, humans and elves have continued to be at loggerheads. Mommy Elizabeth has been stuck at Hilles City as the Empress. Due to me being born twice, I’ve been sick since I was a kid. Mommy Vyvyan, therefore, has always clung to me and refuses to let me leave.”
“It sounds as though… that world isn’t that nice…”
“You’re right. But it’s real,” stated Troy. He lowered his head and picked his father up. Troy scanned his face and quietly said, “That’s the truth, Father. The world I came from may have gone through many ordeals, but it is the real world, as you should be dead. You should’ve died in the desert in the Northwest. You should not still be alive. I can’t allow my world to face problems in spite of the fact that you tried to cheat time and create this world because you love Mommy Elizabeth. Why? Because I don’t protect my world but my moms.”
Inard eyes flew open. With a broken heart, Elizabeth shut her eyes. She knew the Inard in front of her wasn’t real, but seeing her husband killed in front of her wasn’t something worth celebrating. Vyvyan sighed then shut her eyes and quietly chanted for her brother. Troy drew his dagger and pushed his father over. In a soft voice, he said, “Sorry, Father. For my moms, I must personally kill you despite being your son…”
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