54. A Great Axe

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54. A Great Axe

He continued to stare at the axe for a long while. ‘It is a pretty cool weapon, though.’ He shook his head, returning back to the Rot family, axe in hand.

“Look!” Adam said, showing the axe to them. It was a fairly typical axe, save for the beautiful design and the runes on the axe head.

Jurot was currently writing something down in a book, and Turot was reading something in the corner. Sonarot was currently feeding Lanarot.

The woman stared at him, noting how he had made the weapon in three days, like before. “What a beautiful axe,” she said, unable to be surprised by him any longer.

“Isn’t it?” Adam smiled wide. “It’s got a secret.”

“A secret?” Turot asked, leaning over his book to stare at the axe. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you attune to the weapon first?” Adam didn’t want to spoil the secret right away.

“Attune?” Turot asked, furrowing his brows.

“You need to meditate with it first for a while,” Adam said. ‘Right?’

[Yes.]

“How long?” Turot asked.

‘How long?’

[An hour.]

“An hour.”

“How do I do it?” Turot continued to stare at the axe, his eyes beaming.

‘How does he do it?’

[He must meditate with the weapon.]

“You have to meditate with the weapon.”

The excitement from his face dropped, as though he had just been told he needed to eat the last bits of carrots off his plate. “I can’t meditate,” Turot said. “I’m only a little boy.”

Adam wasn’t sure what he should say. ‘At times like this, shouldn’t I try and support him?’

Jurot stared at the axe, seeing the runes on the axe head.

“How about you attune to it first?” Adam offered, handing it to Jurot. “It’s the axe we made together.”

Jurot slowly nodded his head, taking the axe. He wasn’t going to mention how he did very little, as this was the deal they made together, and the deal he had accepted. He headed into the courtyard, settling down in a corner, holding the axe with one hand, resting it over his lap.

“What’s he doing?” Jaygak asked, appearing beside Adam. She was helping to prepare dinner this evening.

“He’s attuning to the axe.”

“Oh,” Jaygak said, before she squinted at it. “The axe you forged the other day?”

“I managed to enchant it since, and it has a secret.”

“Haven’t you been enchanting it for only four or five days?”

“Three days,” Adam corrected.

“You finished enchanting it in three days?” Jaygak asked, tilting her head, her hair falling along her horns.

“Yes,” Adam replied, simply.

She stared at him long and hard. “Is that an elvish joke?”

“No?” Adam glanced her way, before noting the surprise in her face. “Is that quick?”

Jaygak blinked at him. “I can see why you’re Jurot’s friend,” she said.

“What does that mean?”

She shook her head and sighed. “What does the axe do?”

“You’ll see.”

“Did you hear what he said?” Jaygak asked to Kitool, who was playing with her adorable little sister, Katool, who glanced at Adam and then scrambled over onto her sister’s front, hugging her tight.

“What did he say?” Kitool asked, holding her sister up with an arm.

“He enchanted the weapon in three days, he says.”

Kitool threw a look to Adam, a suspicious look in her eyes. “You enchanted the axe in three days?”

“Aren’t you all excited to see what the weapon can do?” Sonarot asked, butting into the conversation. She understood their suspicion, but they’d need to see it first hand to believe it.

“Well...” Adam thought for a long moment. “You’ve taken such good care of me. If I charge you, I’d lose too much sleep.”

“The weapon you’d make, it would be worth at least a thousand gold, maybe two.” Jurot looked to his mother, who nodded her head. “We can afford it.”

Adam shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a lot of money, but there are things more important than gold. I mean, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are,” he said, staring at his mother for support, “but this is another matter.”

“I’m not charging you, and that’s that!” Adam crossed his arms, drawing a line. His raised voice had caused Lanarot, who had been slowly drifting to sleep, to stir and cry.

“There, there,” Sonarot said, bringing the girl to her bosom. “You’re so difficult, Adam,” she said, shaking her head at him.

“You’ll get used to it, I’m sure,” Adam replied, cheekily, though he felt a little bad about making Lanarot cry.

Sonarot stared at him for a long while. She recalled his tale, and then stared at her boy, who was still alive in this life. “Then, at the very least,” she said, reaching up to brush Adam’s hair, “you’ll call me aunt, won’t you?”

Adam’s cheeks flushed, feeling her tender hand against his hair. “Uh, sure?”

Jurot’s friends watched, only to think about how they should have offered it to him first.

“Then that makes us cousins,” Jurot said. He wasn’t going to question his mother’s decision.

“Aren’t you meant to be my brother?” Adam asked, cheekily. “Since Lanarot is my sister too?”

“In the eyes of the Iyr-“ Jurot began.

“Yes,” Sonarot said, cutting off her son quickly. “That is the case.” She stared at Jurot, brushing his hair too. “However, that is only within the Rot family, and in the eyes of the Iyr, you are a nephew of our family.”

“I feel like that means something important,” Adam said, catching on to the other Iyrmen staring at him.

“It means you are forever welcome in our home,” Sonarot said, pulling him for a quick hug.

“Oh?” Adam said, feeling the warmth of her hug, before he quickly pulled away. “I should have told you from the beginning that I was going to enchant a weapon for free.”

“You’ve gifted us so much, how could we possibly offer you anything less than this?” Sonarot brushed Lanarot’s hair. “It also means you’ll have a reason to stay here often, and none will suspect you.”

Adam raised his brows wide. “That sounds important. Are you going to get into trouble?”

“Trouble? These are matters of the Rot family. I will inform Elder Zijin tomorrow.”

“I’ll go,” Jaygak said. “I’ll tell him you’ve accepted him!” She turned and ran off, with Kitool following after her, to make sure she wasn’t going to start any trouble.

“I can no longer take it back even if I wanted to,” Sonarot joked, watching Jaygak rush off.

Jaygak wondered if she should try and cuddle up beside Adam, since she had lost the opportunity to invite him in as a nephew. “He’s not so bad, besides not having horns.”

Kitool threw her a look, before shaking her head. “What do horns have to do with this?”

“I bet you’d be into him if he had horns.”

Kitool sighed, shaking her head. “There’s only one thing which matters.”

“Horns.”

“Power.”

“Horns are powerful.”

All the while, the Iyrman who had been watching the exchange, slunk away, heading towards the Chief.

“Chief Iromin,” called the devilkin Iyrman, who wore thick furs, a maul against his back.

“You’ve finally returned, Elder Teacher,” the Chief replied, grabbing the Iyrman’s forearm. “I hadn’t expected you so soon.”

“We were quite lucky on our hunts. Though, I returned and found something interesting. The son of the Rot family can use magic.”

Chief Iromin blinked. “I am certain he is unable to.”

“I saw him shoot fire into the sky with my very own eyes, bolts of fire. Flame Bolt, I’m sure of it.”

Chief Iromin furrowed his brows, wondering how Jurot could have done such a thing. ‘Adam was making a weapon...’

“That wasn’t the most surprising thing,” Elder Teacher continued. “There is a man of elven blood who was accepted as a nephew of the Rot family.”

“You have heard it?”

“I have,” Elder Teacher confirmed. “I have as many eyes as I have ears, and as many ears as I have horns.”

“You should tell Elder Gold,” Iromin said, smiling.

Elder Teacher noted the look in the Chief’s eyes. “Just what happened in the Iyr while I was gone?”

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