148. The Storm Lord

148. The Storm Lord

Omen: 3, 14

Adam stared up at the number.

14.

Almost five threes.

Twice that of seven.

Roughly two thirds of the way to what he really needed.

He had rolled so well for his enchanting so far, so to see the number was a disappointment. It was high enough that he’d be able to enchant something well, but considering just how great his current weapon was, near perfect, he didn’t want to enchant.

Lanarot kicked him out of his thoughts.

Adam glanced to the side, staring at the baby who clutched at his finger.

‘Alright, I won’t kick up a fuss about it.’

Sonarot did not save Adam this day, allowing him to remain with her daughter, as her son and the others went to train for the day.

“I should probably finish giving my gifts,” Adam said, eventually.

“You still have more gifts to give?”

Adam smiled. “There are a few families who have assisted me in my journey, and I want to make sure they’re well taken care of.”

“Ah?” Sonarot smiled. “Do you need directions?”

“Please.”

Once Adam had finished a quick bath to make himself presentable, he grabbed the rest of the gifts he had brought, carrying with him a large pack, before following Sonarot’s directions.

“Adam?” Dargon asked, staring at the young Half Elf.

“Good morning,” Adam said. “How are you?”

“I am well. It has been some time since I have been tortured, so I cannot complain.”

Adam cleared his throat. “Right.” He noted the various children around. ‘Seems like the Iyr doesn’t coddle their children...’

“Yeah, about that... I appreciate what you’ve done for me so I wanted to check up on you and hand out the gifts I received from my last adventure.”

“So you have returned from an adventure? I had not heard,” Dargon admitted. “You have brought us gifts?”

“Yeah,” Adam said, reaching into his pack to reveal the Dragons scales, white and blue.

Dargon stared at the scales for a long moment. “Are those Dragon scales.”

“Yes.”

“Those are your gifts to the children?”

“Yes.”

“Did you kill a Dragon?”

“No,” Adam replied back. “I killed two.”

Dargon stared at the Half Elf.

He had heard so many things from Adam’s lips, and this wasn’t the most ridiculous thing he had said.Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

“You have quite the story to tell. Come, tell us your story.”

“Alright,” Adam said. “I brought gifts for all the children, I hope.”

Adam was invited inside, where he sat as the children were gathered. Adam began the tale.

“As I said,” Adam said, patting Dargon’s shoulder. “I am grateful for all you’ve done for me, Dargon.”

“I have done very little.”

“You listened to my lunacy, and when my family needed help, it was you who came with us, little brother of Argon.”

Dargon smiled. “There is no need to mention it.”

“It is part of your story isn’t it?”

The Iyrman flashed a smile, nodding his head slowly. “Sometimes, Adam, I fear you are too smart for your own good.”

“I assure you, Dargon, you are absolutely correct.” Adam stifled a chuckle, though Dargon did not stifle his own.

“Come, let me introduce you to everyone.”

“Perhaps another time,” Adam said, feeling the rain begin. He looked up towards the greying sky, which had been creeping in since he had started handing out his gifts. “My little sister must be crying without me and I need to be with her. I have gifts to give to others too.”

“It is good to see you are well, son of Fate. I am glad that you returned safely, with such a story to tell.”

Adam smiled at the Iyrman. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“I am sure.”

Adam returned to the family estate, where he saw his little sister sitting on her mother’s lap, cuddling up close to protect herself from the flashes and the rumbles.

She seemed to have become used to it over the past few days, so she didn’t need as much coddling from her mother as the woman brushed through her hair.

“Look at you, so brave,” Adam said, picking her up.

Lanarot coughed and began to cry, but soon rested herself against his shoulder, sucking on her thumb.

“Do you want to see the rain?” Adam offered, bringing her up to the window.

A flash of the lightning soon passed, followed by the rumble. She pulled back when she saw the flash, causing her to twitch and withdraw into Adam's arms. The little girl began to whimper in his arms.

“Lanarot, look,” Adam said, reaching out the window for the rain to drop on his hands.

Lanarot looked up at his hand and reached out with her own, feeling the water drop onto her hand. She cried as she pulled her hand back, but then stared at her hand, seeing how wet it was, feeling the rain drip down.

She babbled as she shook her hand, causing water to fly everywhere.

“Oof,” Adam said, turning his head so the water struck his neck and cheek instead of the rest of his face.

Lanarot looked up at him.

She smiled and laughed.

“So, you have betrayed me, my own sister,” Adam said, leaning in to blow a raspberry against her forehead.

She squealed and clapped her hands together, before bringing her hand to her mouth, smiling up at him as she sucked on the side of her hand, tasting the rain, causing her to look at her hand in confusion and shock.

The flash came again, causing her to twitch, and she looked outside.

“Gurarara!” Adam exclaimed as the thunder came.

Lanarot looked up at him in surprise, her eyes wide as he made the sound.

Adam raised his hand and continued to growl out the word whenever the thunder rumbled, as though he was the master of the storm, causing Lanarot to remain staring at him in shock.

“You may call me Storm Lord Adam.”

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Just some cute wholesome chapters.

Thus begins the second enchanting arc, and Adam living in the Iyr.

I'll throw out a few more double chapters because the next part is a bit slow.