An allegorical Story

This is the story of Aurvandil, Sea Lover..it is allegorical and those who know what and who it is about, forgive me..

Aurvandil, son of Aeorgaerd, huntsman of the Arvangeins returned from the Great Hunt at World's End, expecting to find his wife and children waiting for him in their home. However, the only thing that remained in the ashes and flames of his former home was his father's broken hat and memories of a better life, a life that was no more.

"Father!" he cried, "where are you?" Only silence and the scent of emptiness. Nothing. Aurvandil, hunter of creatures, great and small, sat felled by death, the death of those he loved. Many moons passed where he sat amidst the ruins of hearth and home. Finally the hunter came to his senses. "Blood, the blood of those who have broken me." A true hunter's response. With bow and lance, short sword and belly of fire rises he. So began the Hunt of Aurvandil.

He slashes his way through ranks of flesh, cutting, stabbing, thrusting, hacking. Till none is left. Then what? "Answers!" he screams. Still nothing. Finally he arrives at the gates of Beorguldor, what in former days was called Bewagudoriien. "Answers! Who did this?" Then comes the greatest blow of all. When a man loses his loved ones, he knows only to hunt. When a man knows truth, what does he do?

There, in Beorguldor, he sees his wife enslaved in the harem of Rex Maximus, his children under the slave masters' whip. Aurvandil's Hunt has come to its conclusion. His sword blooded on servants, priests and sword thanes of Rex Maximus, he faces the Rex himself in battle.

Thrust, slash, counter-thrust, riposte! Parry, feint, strike..hour after hour the duel proceeds with increasing intensity. Climax flames into existence for swiftest instant and it is over. Aurvandil lies dying in his own blood, defiant and unbowed till the end. His body will be burned on ceremonial pyre, his ashes scattered over the tombs of the Rexes. "This one was worthy of Rex Maximus sword." That will be his legacy, his name and memory invoked by the scribes and priests of Beorguldor. In time they will say his death at the sword of Rex Maximus was his apotheosis. He will be made a god and come to be guardian of all in Beorguldor who hunt or carry the sword.

But still his father is dead, his home destroyed forever, his wife and children enslaved. Sad Aurvandil, mourn we with you.