Dolemeck was a complete mess, his body was trembling badly, and it did look like he was in fact having a seizure. He could barely hear Derek over the mental images that were assaulting him. Not just mental images, but memories... an entire life that was over a thousand years ago.
Everything was being drowned out by what was going on in his mind. The security guard calling for paramedics, his cousin trying to get him to talk to him, the gawkers who turned about to look at him. Everything just faded out and he was lost.
"I know you have proclaimed your innocence to the King, boy. But he did not believe your story, so why should I? If your mother were around to see this... she would be so ashamed of you. Her son, a deviant! You are no longer part of our family. You are dead to us and we are dead to you. Go on your quest for the Queen, and NEVER return here. You no longer have a family and as far as I am concerned, you NEVER had one."
"F-father..." Dolemeck spoke out loud, tears streaming down his eyes. He reached out for a figure that was not even there. Right before his cousin could say anything, and way before Dolemeck came to his senses, the sound of feet rushing in could be heard, and the woman from their last encounter appeared.
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