The burial was almost over, family and friends were already leaving the cemetery. I see my father staring at the grave, hiding his emotions to stay strong for his family. A slight feeling of regret creeped its way into me, was I regretting not getting to know my grandfather or was I regretting not being able to console my father? I tried to hide all these mixed and weird emotions at least till I got home. It was almost 3pm when the final few family members left. My father said his last words and we started our journey home. My father was very quiet, but suddenly the silence was broken as he said, "Trevor we need to speak privately later". Was this regarding what my grandfather told me? Is there, more immortality and magic sword bullshit coming my way? I guess I had to wait and see for myself.
It was around 5.30 in the evening when I joined my father out on the front porch. We sat and watched the sunset for a good 10 minutes before engaging in conversation. "The sunsets of Seilis are the most beautiful ever", he said. He stared a while longer into the sunset and said, "He chose you to carry on his legacy and not me, he saw something good in you". Legacy? What legacy is he talking about? My father stood up and was about to leave when he said, "immortality isn't easy son". IMMORTALITY! Was I immortal now? I had so many questions but as I ran inside my body felt weak and last I remember everything going black.
I woke up the next day in a hospital bed with my sister Lana next to me. "what am I doing here?", I asked. "You've been here for the past 3 days", she replied. I was probably knocked out as I fell to the floor but how was I passed out for three whole days? Maybe it's an immortality thing? I chose to ignore it for now and get out of here. My sister brought over some paper work that needed to be filled and once that was over with we left the hospital. My sister was awkwardly quiet throughout the journey back home. "Oi fool", I exclaimed. She remained quiet, "did you not hear me?", I said again. She turned around, looked me in the eye and continued walking. What was that? Why is everything so weird all of a sudden? I continued walking home silently. Two blocks away from our house my sister tells me to continue home without her. Weirded out already, I continued my way home. Few steps in I turned back to see where my sister was off to, but she wasn't there. "What the fuck is happening", I thought to myself. Weirded out I walked home, I was greeted by my father who just got back after some errands. "you're all fine now", he remarked. I nodded my head and went out to the front porch. I sat there wondering what all this was and what really was happening, am I immortal? Am I supposed to carry forth some legacy? But most importantly what bothered me was this idea about some lone wolf? Who the fuck is that? The frustration was really kicking in and for some weird reason I felt to mad, it was almost as if I just wanted to let it all out with one punch. I raised my hand up and clenched my fist, I let out a scream and brought my fist flying down. I was amazed as to what a saw next, I was wielding a sword and not any sword but the sword my grandfather showed me the other day. I felt a power stronger than anything and it felt as if that power was within me and ready to dish out any moment. There was an engraving on the sword but I couldn't really make out the letters. My father who witnessed this from behind muttered the words, "Long live the Lone Wolf".