The
following is the result of a “snippet-challenge” on Crais’ Cohorts, to create a
Crais-story in a 1,000 words or less: When Crais meets his father…
Reunion
by GitonCrais
He had
arrived on his home planet, purely by chance. After that it was not difficult
to find his father's farm. Being dressed as a civilian had helped.
He found his
father behind the house as he always had been around that time, waiting for
dinner. But now there were no sounds coming from the kitchen.
He observed
his father who basked in the dying daylight.
He stepped
out of the shadows, "Father!" His voice had been soft.
Xandor Crais
turned around and looked at his eldest son.
For a brief
moment joy was written on his face but it was soon replaced by anger and
disgust.
Crais had
stepped closer but stopped when he saw the expression on his father's face
change.
"How
dare you come back," his father thundered.
Crais
swallowed. This was not the homecoming he had dreamed of, expected... maybe.
Crais looked
at the man in front of him. Crais was taller than his father but not so broad.
His hands were big and strong as was his father's but they had the delicate
form of his mother's. His own face, similar to his father's was not as coarse
or as wide. His nose not as broad and his hair was still raven black whereas
his father's was starting to show grey.
"Father,
I have returned," Crais said softly.
"I can
see that," his father's voice was sarcastic, "You should have stayed
away. You brought shame on the name Crais and you didn't protect your
brother."
Crais
flinched, found a need to defend himself, "I did protect Tauvo. His death
was an accident."
"You
are irreversibly contaminated," replied his father
"Yes, I
am," Crais replied proudly.
"You
are a son of mine no longer."
"Father..."
"Don't
call me that. Your mother had hoped to see her sons back, as proud Peacekeepers
but her worries drove her to an early grave when she learned of your
fates."
"I am
sorry to hear..."
"Sorry?
You don't feel sorry," his father's eyes became angry slits and he moved
closer to his son, "You abandoned a great career. You let your brother
die. You blew up a Command Carrier with fifty thousand of our finest on board.
Sorry?" He swung his fist.
It would
have connected hard with Crais' face had he let him. Crais arrested the fist in
midair, could feel the force behind the punch. He kept it there, both men were
straining.
"No
more, father," Crais said softly. His calm belied the turmoil and rage
inside. Even after all these cycles his father's answer was violence against
his favourite target in front of him.
While he
held his father's fist he could recognize the anger. The same anger that
coursed through his own body so often. It had sustained him and his brother
after their conscription, helped them survive. He had nurtured it in his rise
through the ranks. It had fed his ruthlessness and made him one of the youngest
Commanders in the fleet. It had helped him in his quest for knowledge and to be
a success with his Leviathan project. It had been his downfall in his obsession
for revenge when his brother died. It had been passed on to Talyn.
He had
learned to control and channel it at various stages in his life but it had
always remained with him, lurking in a dark corner of his mind.
It had been
his link to Talyn, which made him realize that he had to change. Not to
suppress it but to control it completely. Crais and Talyn had learned.
When Crais
felt the strain lessen in his father's hand he let go of his fist. Xandor Crais
learned in that brief moment that his son, though not as robustly build as
himself, was a strong man and could easily take him out, yet, he had not done
so. His son had grown up.
Crais
stepped away from his father. Neither spoke a word.
Xandor
looked at his son, "You are not what I expected."
"I'm,
not a boy anymore."
"No."
The silence
became uncomfortable.
"I have
to go back."
"Whereto?"
"My
Leviathan."
"I see.
You will not come back?"
Crais felt
hurt, rejected, "Is there anything for me to come back to?"
It looked as
if Xandor was going to answer but he looked away and shook his head.
Crais had
seen his initial reaction, "We don't have to part like this."
Xandor
looked up, reluctant to give in to the weakness of caring for his only living
relative. Why couldn't he have been Tauvo?
Crais
remembered the look and swallowed.
"It is
better that you go."
Crais
nodded, not trusting his own voice. He turned around sharply and walked away
slowly. Without turning he said, "Farewell... father."
~Did you
find your parents~ Talyn asked when he returned.
"Yes, I
found my father. My mother is dead."
~Is that why
you're sad?~
"No. I
had expected a different home-coming."
~I'm sorry
Crais~
"It's
nothing Talyn."
~Your father
doesn't love you?~
"He is
ashamed of me."
~Why?~
"Because
I'm not a Captain in the Peacekeepers anymore."
Talyn was
confused ~But isn't that better?~
"Yes
but he doesn't see it this way."
~I am sorry
Crais~
"So am
I."
Xandor Crais
sat behind the house. The gathering dusk wasn't so pleasant anymore.
He had lost
his mate due to worries about her sons. Tauvo was dead. Now he had lost his
only remaining son too.
He had been
pleased to see him again but his anger and grief had dictated his actions. Now
Bialar was forever lost too.
His anger
had made him loose so much. It was too late to change what had happened.
He stood up
to go inside and was startled to see a dark unmoving shape in the shadows. Was
this Dargoth, the Messenger of Death? He didn't feel frightened. There was
nothing left for him to continue, he would go willingly.
The dark
shape detached from the shadows.
"Father..."
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