Chapter 6: Chapter 3 Brutal Reality

“That corrosion spell was maybe just a little too potent…” Lyzander said with dismay, the hand he was about to raise dropping limply at his side. 

 

Lyzander looked up at the newly brides continuously snuck glances at his manhood shamelessly on display while being dragged away inside. Lyzander recognised the pair of women after admiring their demure beauty when seeing them around Hazelhaven. He couldn’t help but stare at both of their slim and attractive behinds, lewd thoughts racing through his mind.

 

His body once again reminded him of his nudity as it began to respond to their exposed lithe figures. He cupped his hands over his private parts with one hand as he retrieved his trousers with the other, hurriedly tugging them up. The too-snugly fit pant waist got stuck on his hips and he had to comically bounce in place to shimmy them higher. 

 

“Thank you lovely ladies for the exquisite view, I’ll treasure it forever!” Lyzander shouted to the apparently unoccupied room above.

 

“Fuck off, reject!” Was all he got in response, causing him to smirk in satisfaction as he gave an exaggerated bow in the voice’s direction. 

 

Lyzander reached down to scoop up the discarded bundle at his feet before surveying the street. More people came out of their homes to investigate. He noticed the pile of rubble starting to shift, reliving some of his pent-up anxiety.

 

Well, at least Gryanth is still alive. Heh, things could have been really bad if I murdered my new brother-in-law on my wedding night. But I still think it’s time to leave, I don’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath once he gets free. I’m sure there’s people more qualified than me to attend to any wounds arriving shortly, anyway.

 

His brow suddenly twisted in confusion as he felt a mounting pressure building within his chest. He clutched at his mouth as his abdomen started to heave as if he were about to vomit. Unexpected, a magical mist escaped from between his fingers and dissipated under the floating lights illuminating the street.

 

I’m surprised something worked as it should tonight, that must be the ‘fertility ward’ spell coming to an end. I’m glad I got a chance to cast it on myself while still alone before the ceremony. I’m sorry Daeliel and Merelith, I hope you didn’t want babies. I’ve spent a long time searching for a way to circumvent this day happening but I made preparation in case that failed.

 

“Move aside, make way for the Women’s Council!” Masculine voices sounded from ahead.

 

Lyzander darted into the nearest alleyway he could find, shrouding himself with the shadows. He wasn’t a moment too soon, steady footsteps quickly approached the opening of his hiding place. He tentatively peered towards it as guardsmen from a variety of different races marched passed. They were dressed in less elaborate versions of the ceremonial attire held in his hands, Hazelhaven’s colours of blue tunic and red cap.

 

While some of the patrolmen were Humans or Gnomes, the majority were Halflings. The kingdom of Claya was the only one ruled by the Women’s Council. As such, they were the most common ethnicity local to the area and also held the most authority.

 

A moment after the night watch passed, they were followed by a group of all too familiar Halfling women. His first-mother was spearheading the group that quickly disappeared around the corner. Lyzander summoned his courage and peeked around the edge of the alley, he saw the backs of the women gathered together at the scene of the crime. A Magus stepped forward from their ranks and pulled out an arcane focus to assist in the removal of rubble piled on top of Gryanth.

 

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“Gryanth, what are you doing mixed up in this mess? Don’t tell me, Lyzander was responsible?” his first-mother’s voice could be clearly heard even at this distance.

 

Gryanth propped a hand against his thigh, pushing himself to his feet. He surveyed the women in front of him, pursing his lips with a stone-faced expression, choosing to remain silent.

 

“He destroyed my house and dropped it right on top of Gryanth’s head, harassed and exposed himself to my wives. And from what others have said, engaged in lewd acts in the town square. There are plenty of witnesses to attest that what I say is true!” a disgruntled voice interjected, the new groom whose house he had just blown up.

 

 “If you do speak true, what shameful acts has my son enacted this time?” his first-mother replied, her voice turning cold with seething rage.

 

“Consummated his marriage within the purview of the entire city. My sister and Merelith were coerced into participating in this horrendous scene,” Gryanth’s deep voice rumbled out as he realised he wouldn’t be able to hide their part in it.

 

Great. Throw me under the horses, why don’t you? I thought brothers were supposed to look out for each other.

 

“Hmph, understood. As his first-mother, it’s my duty to ensure my son is brought to justice. Issue a class one warrant for his arrest,” his first-mother commanded, the women around her hesitated and one opened to plead on his behalf before being interrupted. “Now! This is a decree from myself as acting night supervisor of the watch!”

 

The woman jolted while slamming her mouth shut with an audible clack. A few of the older women looked at his first-mother and nodded in approval at her decision. One of the women rummaged around in a sachel on her tip, retrieving a stack of paper and presenting it to the Magus of the group. 

 

The Magus performed a series of intricate motions with her focus that caused Lyzander’s eyes to widen in recognition. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he unconsciously cut any familial attachment to his first-mother.

 

As per usual, the women are treated as victims while the man is regarded as a fugitive criminal. This is completely unjust, my own birth mother betrays me once again to further her own political career. Fine, I see how things are. Want me gone from your life? You’ll never see me again.

 

An illusion of Lyzander’s likeness appeared in the air along with an extensive list of crimes, shrinking to fit the dimensions of the paper as it descended. Lyzander shielded his vision with a tattooed forearm as he recoiled back into the shadows of the alleyway. Blinding white had erupted upon contact with the papers, searing the information along with his image into a stack of wanted posters. 

 

He hurriedly peered back at the scene after the light faded, in time to witness the papers scattered on the wind. Countless copies of his countenance flew passed his hiding place, causing him to brace his back against the wall and squeeze his eyes closed. He reached up to wipe away a single tear that had formed in his eye before his heart turned to ice, his gaze hardening to suppress the unwanted emotion.

 

“That’s that, then. Any lasting affection is now gone,” Lyzander hissed into the darkness. He stepped away from the wall and disappeared into the depths of the alley.

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