Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 27

DynDoeth took over the conversation, “Now you know the story of your father. I am sorry for putting this off for so long. I simply did not know how to tell you and I must say, I feared it would scare you away. You do need to know that Rian is likely already aware of this little conversation we have been having. If you intend to leave, you should do so immediately.” “Leave?” was Joulupukki's response. “Why would I leave? You and your family have been kinder to me than anyone I have ever met.” The thought of Jessica and her father flashed through his mind, before looking each elf directly in their eyes. They could see Erlenkönig's glint of determination flicker for the hint of a moment in his beautiful blue eyes. They also saw anger and pain. “I would like to think that I am my father's son, at least that is what my mother led me to believe, but I am also a part of the human that was my mother, and if you knew her, you know that she was kind and caring and loving and gentle, but she was also strong and determined and she was stubborn and knew how to hold a grudge. In that I take after her. They don't call me the Yule Goat for nothing.” They all laughed. “I will need your help he said to all of them. I do not know the extent of my magic. I have repressed it all of my life.” “From what I have sensed, the elfin magic is very strong in you,” was DynDoeth's response, “but it is like nothing I have seen in magic and we must hurry.” As they rose from the table DynDoeth took Joulupukki by the upper arms. “Regardless of what happens, know that you will not be alone. I will be by your side just as I was with your father,” he bowed and uttered sincerely, “My King.” They all bowed before him. Joulupukki did not know how to respond to this. He had no desire to be a king and had not considered it before now but technically he was the King. In his mind the wheels started turning. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. Perhaps it might buy him some time as he learned more about his magic. “Stop that he said gruffly.” Ceridfen watched as DynDoeth stood tall. He looked strong, and still handsome in her eyes. She saw in him, at that moment, a spark that she had not seen in him for a very long time. He seemed a hundred years younger when he wrapped his arms around Joulupukki. The scene was almost comical, Joulupukki, tall and slim towering over DynDoeth. It made her smile, but more, it gave her hope.