Inspired by Cosmosdex

Dream of Valor

Around these parts of the mysterious castle of the Drakken family, there is a vampwelf who has long been disgraced by his own family.
Yet even with this fact, he tries desperately not to let such matters get to him.
Dirt von Drakken
Halte, interlowper! State thye bussines, orr facee the wrathh of my speare!
Today, Dirt decided to be braver, and what's a better way to do that by taking it out on incoming prisoners?
Pointless, really, given that they were prisoners...but nonetheless, Dirt points his spear towards a shackled prisoner, who is quick to fear.
??? Prisoner
M...My business?
Dirt von Drakken
Welle, iss it not obious? Every aliene hoo arives on Dis Planete hass a businesse.
Dirt von Drakken
For egsamplee! Myne iss to handel Prisonerrs suche as yoursself, as Aye I gard Dis very Gate wich we Stand on.
Dirt lowers his spear and taps the butt of it onto the ground. Then, he gives a (not so) charming smile, as if giving this poor prisoner some mercy.
Dirt von Drakken
Inn oder wordss, telle the Grate Gard, Doren von Drakken, howe Yuor businesse led to Dis Very Casel.
??? Prisoner
I...I was just...visiting...
Dirt von Drakken
Visiting, ehh? You arre quiete the luckye one, I musst saye!
??? Prisoner
....Uh. Why is that?
Dirt von Drakken
Forr yuu have enterred the dred casel of the Great, Great, Great...
Dirt von Drakken
...Great Drakken Family! Huzzzah!!!
Just as he calls the name of his beloved family, the same one who disgraced him, a guardsman who has been here the whole time lets out a frustrated sigh and pushes the prisoner forward.
??? Prisoner
Agh!!
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
Alright, that's enough. Come on, we don't have time for this.
Dirt von Drakken
Ouu...waite, I wass not done speekinge...
But the other guardsman ignores him, and insteads signals another guard to bring the prisoner inside, towards the dungeon like they were supposed to about five minutes ago.
The guardsman then places a hand on his temple, mentally preparing for what he's about to say.
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
(Sigh.)
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
Dirt, can I talk to you for a second?
Dirt von Drakken
Off corse, you maye do so—Wah!!
Pulled aside harshly, Dirt drops his spear as he's dragged to a small distance away from the castle gate. The other guardsman shakes his head.
Dirt von Drakken
My Speare...I Canot Be Widoute My Speare!
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
Listen for a second, Dirt.
Dirt looks towards the other vampwelf, sharply so.
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
I think you're forgetting that you don't have any actual authority around here.
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
You really think you can just mess around because you're still a noble?!
Dirt von Drakken
I...
"I never wanted to be a noble in the first place." He doesn't say, and he knows it won't matter anyhow. All the other guards hate him for a reason.
His dream was always in front of him. To be a valiant warrior, the strongest fighter this planet has ever seen.
And it was because of that dream that he was practically disowned by the family he still clings onto.
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
If you keep this up, I won't be able to help you if something bad happens.
Dirt von Drakken
Nothinge wil happen, Dear Frend.
Dirt von Drakken
Dat I can ashure de seconde most.
Dirt von Drakken
De firsst, of course, being zat I shal become the Captaine of Dis Establishment somedaye!
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
You're hopeless.
Dirt stops.
A pain pangs in his chest as that was said to his face. And the other guard can tell he struck a nerve somewhere. Sighing, he shakes his head and walks off, not wanting to speak with Dirt any further.
Shamus Drakken Family Guardsman
Just...Just quit it, okay? We have a lot to do.
Dirt von Drakken
....
Dirt von Drakken
Okay...
Dirt comes back towards his stationed spot, and picks up his spear quietly. Looking up, he sees more prisoners coming. But this time, he only goes through the normal process.
He...He wanted this job, didn't he? All that effort led to his very name being stripped of him. Why stop now when he's so close to his goal?
When the round was set and done, Dirt excuses himself and leaves for just a moment. The other guards don't and won't care about where he goes.
So he lays in the grass, and tries to hold back his tears as he looks towards the grey skies.
Dirt von Drakken
...I'm tryinge my best.
He says over, and over. He has to be brave. He can't cry now.
A single tear falls to grieve, as if to mourn after all.
Here lies Doren von Drakken's dreams, and his neverending wish to become what he wants to be.