Eric confronts his Father

Eric confronts his Father

The sky was now solid gray as molten lead and it did not look as if the rain would let up. In less than 15 month Longnight was to descend on Nilfeheim once more and plunge Nilfeheim into seven years of winter.

Suddenly I realized only father and I were still standing there. He had his hand on the whip and I had my hand on Mördaren. The rain was pouring heavy and as if to underline the situation, lighting flashed and seconds later deafening thunder. A robot with a field screen floated between us, oblivious of the tense moment and said with an inappropriate happily chirping voice.” Mr. Olafson here are the companies bidding on your wares do you accept these offers?”

Father turned to the robot the same time I did. “What wares?”

I said.” Yes I accept.”

Transaction complete. Packing and transport fees deducted. Proceeds transferred.”

The robot thanked me and floated away.

“The day has come father. Kill me now and Lothar will be your heir, rest assured no evil trickery, no falsehood will prevent me from taking my revenge now!”

I drew the sword and he uncoiled his whip. He lashed out and it was over before it really begun, I parried the slash with the sword and the razorsharp Ultronit blade cut his steel whip like a rope made of natural fibers. I stepped forward cut another length off his weapon of terror. Fear lit his face as I was about to strike and take off his head, but I stopped, and lowered the sword. As much as I wanted to kill him, Now I noticed three men in Olafson red that came closer through the pouring rain.

I screamed against the elements.”Where is your warrior honor? Do you need the help of others to defeat a sick abomination? Where is your fabled strength and braveness? I laugh and spit on you father. I defeat you all.”

One of the figures was Bjorgolf, the yard masters. Who had found great delight to beat me whenever he had a chance. The others were much smaller and turned out to be my half brothers, Lothar and Tyr.