Gladius Konstantinos: Homestead

Gladius: Homestead
I’m leaving to go visit my childhood home for a week or two. Perhaps I can find something there. Maybe reasons for why my father left me to die. Or perhaps why my mother hid her magic side. I just want answers so I’m going to go find them. I left and brought a small bag with me because I don’t need much to survive this trip the Capital can’t be that far, right? I marched through paths and the woods possibly getting lost a couple of times. But them an awful storm hit causing me to stay in a cave. The cave seemed to go on forever, but I continued on down then there were structures as I went down like tables and swords. I wonder what I could run into down here. I walked up to a door. It was unlocked so I opened it and peaked inside. I wondered who this little hideout could be for. But before I knew it someone lunged at me from behind cutting my arm. He attacked swiftly and went for a second strike; I parried it with my shield and punched him. He fell backwards giving a grunt. The figured man was masked and wearing all black. Whatever operation this was it was secretive, and I walked into the middle of it. The figure stood up and looked at me. It turned quickly and ran off. “Well, that was weird.” I turned around back towards what now was a crowd of bandits. Well, I am part of the military now and I don’t step down from a fight so I have to fight this even if it will be difficult. But I am better armed and more trained than them. Plus, I have my mother’s gift. Her power. “Stand down and you all may possibly live!” “Is this guy serious?!” laughed a Bandit gesturing at me. “Perhaps I am.” I threw my knife at him hitting him in the eye. Before they could react, I rushed in plowing my sword through one and hitting another on the head with my shield. There’s 3 left, one of them stabbed my leg and pinned me down, another one helped him hold me. The one-eyed man walked up to me “oooo look at me look how strong I am!” Mocking me. I became engulfed with rage. I knocked the men off me and and quickly dealt with them I ran at the one-eyed man running back. He stepped into the darkness and disappeared. He was gone. I looked around, but I couldn’t find him. He was gone. I checked the area looking for any important information, then I came across a document one thing stuck out to me, a name. The name of my brother Stinge.
My brother is that dark figure I fought that ran away. I thought it had to be, he was built like him and fought like him. My brother was working with bandits and betrayed me. Should I go for him I considered but I’m not that great at tracking yet and I don’t know what I’d do when I found him. But I will see that one eyed man again I’m sure of it. I burned the documents and the base down. I left the cave since the storm had been clear and I left to go back to the Capital.
I finally made it back to my original home The Capital. It hasn’t changed a day. I walked down the pristine street and looked around at everything prospering. I stumbled upon my rich homestead which still looked great, wealthy, rich. I gained the courage to knock. But no one answered. I expected someone like my father to answer, but he didn’t go back to the manor after the time he left me. Or maybe he just wasn’t home. I knocked again and the door opened. I walked inside and closed the door. It looked the same, but demented. There were webs everywhere and everything was dark and dusty; No one has been here in a long time. So, I guess father didn’t come home. I walked around entering the kitchen where my mother used to cook her baked goods. The smell filled my nose and I saw her, but I soon realized that time passed and now I’m in the kitchen that was abandoned. I wondered if her dessert recipes were still there. I searched the cabinets, and I found a couple, the main one being her apple cinnamon rolls. How delicious they are. I thought might as well check the whole house I went to fathers’ room. It didn’t look very homey; it was open and had one big bed and a map of locations to attack and defend. He was such a strategist. I went to mothers’ room which no one dared go into after her death, but I want to know. I went in and it was vibrant with yellow, green and orange, the colors of fall and my house color the color of the house of Tristar. There was a key I wondered what it went to. I tried it on a couple things but then I remembered. The basement. I put the key in the rustic hole and turned, with a clink it opened I walked in, the floor creaking with each step. I was astonished by the basement. What was this for?! I looked to my right and saw a mural of a man with a shield and a Gladius sword? Under it was written “The Champion”. The mural was on a stone wall. Everything down here was stone except the floor. I turned forward and crept towards a little basket and above it on an old cracked rocky altar, where a sword, a Gladius layed. I picked it up. It was old but fueled by something mystical. On it was a note by “Mother?!” I read the note. She described that I was to be champion and that I endured the power that she was born with. “My Glowy Hands!” I shouted in the dark quiet basement. She stated that the power would push me to be more and eventually kill my father out of anger. This is why he left me. I thought he pushed me to be strong but then left me to die. He must’ve been afraid of me that I’d take his place and become better than him. I continued to read. “He is on to me and knows something is up, he is aware about the prophecy and the sword. But he does not yet know that you kill him and take over his place. If he finds out I hope you find this and know that he is a bad man, and he is evil. He has fallen into a hole which he cannot escape. Defeat your father and save the many innocent souls he has taken. I hope I will see you become a champion, but I don’t know how long I’ll last against him. I love you son and I know you will save us in either life or death and become the champion you were made to be. Love Rosaline Konstantinos/ Mother.” I curled back at the idea of this, she wanted me to kill father. I can’t ever imagine her ever thinking about killing even if it was father. But I will complete her will.