The Sword and Heir of Shadows

Chapter 18: Unleashed anger

As the first rays of dawn began to paint the village in hues of gold, Hector and his two sons, Kael and William, reveled in the joy of their reunion. With his trustworthy satchel slung over his shoulder, Hector had returned to his humble abode, bearing a promise of delights in the form of gifts for his boys.

The little ones couldn't contain their excitement as Hector began to unveil the treasures he had brought for them. Delight danced in their eyes as they unwrapped their presents, revealing trinkets and toys that had been carefully selected during his recent venture.

"Daddy, you brought us the best gifts!" Kael exclaimed, his voice filled with awe as he held his new wooden toy soldier, a precious addition to his cherished collection.

William, not to be outdone, gleefully clutched his newly acquired stuffed bear, its button eyes seemingly filled with life.

Hector, watching his children's faces light up with each discovery, couldn't help but smile. The joy of the innocent young souls who held no knowledge of the dark secrets their father concealed was a comforting balm for his own heavy heart.

As the morning sun bathed the room in its warm embrace, Hector's young boys, their treasures safely held, turned their gaze to him with eager anticipation. The promise of a new adventure danced in their eyes.

"Daddy, can we go on a picnic soon?" Kael's voice was filled with anticipation.

"Yes, Dadda, please!" William chimed in, his stuffed bear now perched on his shoulder as if pleading for an adventure.

Hector's heart swelled with love as he looked at his sons. "Of course, my little adventurers. As soon as the carnival ends, we'll set out on a picnic like no other."

The boys' faces radiated with joy at their father's promise, their anticipation for the days to come already building. Their world was simple but filled with love, and Hector intended to keep it that way for as long as he could.

Curiosity got the better of Hector as he looked at his sons with a tender expression. "And what about Mrs. Neena? How was she while I was away?"

Kael and William exchanged glances, both momentarily caught in a moral dilemma. Hector's relationship with Mrs. Neena was known only to them, and they grappled with the truth they couldn't fully comprehend. To please their father, they spoke in unison, their words seasoned with youthful innocence.

"Mrs. Neena was nice, Daddy," Kael began, his voice eager to share the imagined tale. "She told us stories and even helped us make our beds."

"Yeah, daddy" William chimed in, the bear still by his side, "She made us our favorite store, and we had a lot of fun."

Hector nodded, seemingly satisfied with their accounts, his thoughts elsewhere as he pondered the secrets he harbored. As the master of deception in his clandestine profession, he could hardly be surprised that his children had some secrets of their own.

With a fatherly smile, Hector ruffled Kael's hair and patted William's head. "That's good to hear, my brave boys. Now, let's enjoy the day together."

Little did Hector know that the facade he had nurtured and the truths he had concealed were casting a shadow upon the simple lives of his beloved sons. Now Hector needs to ask Neena the same question.

The night was still, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Hector's footsteps echoed through the quiet village as he made his way to Neena's door, a familiar path he had traversed many times before. Neena, too, had grown accustomed to these late-night visits, and her heart danced with anticipation as she waited behind the wooden door.

Hector's knocks resonated through the silence, signaling his arrival. Neena opened the door with a shy yet eager smile, her eyes reflecting the longing she felt for her lover. She had become captivated by Hector, his presence representing a world beyond the boundaries of their modest village. She longed for the nights they shared, the moments when their worlds converged.

But tonight was different. Instead of the tender words and intimate embraces, she had grown to expect, Hector's expression was stern and uncompromising. Without uttering a word of greeting, he walked past her and entered her humble abode, an unusual and unexpected gesture.

Neena's initial enthusiasm gave way to confusion as Hector's demeanor shifted. She stumbled over her words, her heart racing in an attempt to keep pace with the sudden turn of events. "Hector, is something wrong?" she ventured, sensing that something had disrupted the flow of their nightly ritual.

Hector's silence was unsettling. He continued to gaze at her with an intensity that cut through the room's stillness. In that unspoken question, his eyes searched for honesty in her soul. He knew that the time had come to confront Neena about her actions, particularly those involving his children.

Without warning, Hector voiced his mounting concern. "What have you done to my kids, Neena?" The tone of his voice carried a weight of seriousness that pierced through the quiet night. He had carried this question with him, a nagging doubt that had grown insistent.

Neena's heartbeat quickened, and her stomach tightened. Fear and panic flooded her as she grappled to understand the abrupt change in Hector's demeanor. What could he possibly know about her secret intentions and ulterior motives?

Hector's unrelenting stare pushed her to the edge. The truth threatened to spill from her trembling lips as Hector's inquisitive gaze bore into her soul. She was torn between confessing her actions and maintaining the fa?ade that had allowed her to become entangled with him.

"What did you do to my kids, Neena?" Hector's voice resonated with intensity, a demand for answers that echoed within the confines of her home.

Tears welled up in Neena's eyes, and she couldn't meet Hector's gaze. Her heart ached with regret, her deception now unraveling before her very eyes. The conflict within her was palpable, her inner turmoil etched on her face.

In that charged moment, Hector understood the depths of her guilt. His children had become pawns in her pursuit of a life beyond the confines of the village, a realization that stoked the fires of his anger. She had mistreated his beloved sons, the two innocent souls who held the key to his heart.

With anger rising, Hector raised his voice, a tone that Neena had never heard before. "Neena, what did you do to them?" The accusation was clear, and it cut through the silence of the night.

Neena, her eyes now brimming with tears, could no longer contain her remorse. She stammered out her confession, her words heavy with the burden of her actions. "I'm so sorry, Hector. I didn't know what came over me. I just wanted you to be happy, and I thought. But trust me I did not do anything bad to them, nor. any harmful ." Her voice trailed off as she realized the gravity of her mistakes. But she dared to continue "They must have lied to you, about me being harsh on them".

Hector's anger, like a storm unleashed, consumed him. He shouted at Neena "I gave you just one responsibility, just one", his disappointment and frustration making their presence felt he continued "You are useless". He never had love for her but his kindness was overshadowed by the unwavering bond he shared with his sons, an unbreakable connection that no one could sever.

Tears streamed down Neena's face as she pleaded for Hector's forgiveness. She implored him to understand the complexities of her emotions, how her feelings for him had blurred her judgment. But the damage had been done, and Hector's paternal instinct had been awakened. Nothing could stand in the way of his unwavering commitment to his children.