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Markef advanced through the woods, pushing himself along in much the same manner he had brought himself to the Hiradul mountains with. He swayed around the trees and skipped across rocks, never losing balance or energy. Where there was no trail, he blazed one, cutting small plants out of the way with a hatchet. His destination, in his mind, was likely a town in the south of Tiran, but he wasn't sure. Like his father had said, "never start a story with the end in mind, nor a journey with the destination in mind." He had done and seen all he came for the previous day, or so he thought.
In time, he came across a clearing, in which sat a hut, which appeared to have been built long ago and lived in for many years. Looking around, he spied a stone with something engraved in it. The message was unreadable from his position, so he came closer, and observed it. It appeared to have been freshly carved, but he could not determine exactly how long it had been around. He read the message:
Here lies Regal
Hero of Tiran
Who helped bring down the Demon Giant
And was my father
Regal... that name stood out to him. Literally, it meant "of or relating to a monarch", by his understanding, but something else about it gave a deeper meaning. "Regal", he thought, searching the depths of his mind, "where have I heard that name before?" He searched his mind for a minute, and when he found the name within his cranium, it struck him furiously. He remembered every detail then. Regal was one of the men who fought alongside Témalad against the Demon Giant and his minions. He was overcome with emotion, and fell to his knees. What a pity it was that he would never meet the great Regal alive. He placed his hands upon the stone. He never met the man beneath it, but was taken by emotion regardless. Among the people his father left behind so many years ago, it was a tradition to bury a great warrior with a weapon. However, he did not wish to defile the grave, so he simply took his best sword, the one he had used before he found the one in the Demon Giant's bone, and drove it into the ground beside the stone, with the hilt in the air.
He said a prayer for the soul of Regal, and realized something else. He recalled the last line of the inscription: And was my father. That meant that Regal had a son. No, not merely a son, but an heir, destined to follow in his father's footsteps. He went off on his way, thinking about the revelation. The heroes of Tiran did not meet by coincidence, and the events of the past two days were shaping up in a similar fashion. He knew that the heirs to the heroes would meet again, to write history as their forefathers had. He sprinted off into the distance. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew that when he got there, the next chapter of history would begin.
In time, he came across a clearing, in which sat a hut, which appeared to have been built long ago and lived in for many years. Looking around, he spied a stone with something engraved in it. The message was unreadable from his position, so he came closer, and observed it. It appeared to have been freshly carved, but he could not determine exactly how long it had been around. He read the message:
Here lies Regal
Hero of Tiran
Who helped bring down the Demon Giant
And was my father
Regal... that name stood out to him. Literally, it meant "of or relating to a monarch", by his understanding, but something else about it gave a deeper meaning. "Regal", he thought, searching the depths of his mind, "where have I heard that name before?" He searched his mind for a minute, and when he found the name within his cranium, it struck him furiously. He remembered every detail then. Regal was one of the men who fought alongside Témalad against the Demon Giant and his minions. He was overcome with emotion, and fell to his knees. What a pity it was that he would never meet the great Regal alive. He placed his hands upon the stone. He never met the man beneath it, but was taken by emotion regardless. Among the people his father left behind so many years ago, it was a tradition to bury a great warrior with a weapon. However, he did not wish to defile the grave, so he simply took his best sword, the one he had used before he found the one in the Demon Giant's bone, and drove it into the ground beside the stone, with the hilt in the air.
He said a prayer for the soul of Regal, and realized something else. He recalled the last line of the inscription: And was my father. That meant that Regal had a son. No, not merely a son, but an heir, destined to follow in his father's footsteps. He went off on his way, thinking about the revelation. The heroes of Tiran did not meet by coincidence, and the events of the past two days were shaping up in a similar fashion. He knew that the heirs to the heroes would meet again, to write history as their forefathers had. He sprinted off into the distance. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew that when he got there, the next chapter of history would begin.