152. A Mother’s Request

152. A Mother’s Request

Omen: 14, 20

‘You have got to be kidding me,’ Adam thought, squinting his eyes up at the ceiling.

“Are you feeling unlucky?” Sonarot whispered, seeing the sour look on Adam’s face.

“No,” Adam whispered in return. “I am very lucky today.”

Sonarot stared at the Half Elf, whose eyes were glued to the ceiling.

Adam played with the children in the morning as part of his exercise, before heading to the river to bathe.

“Why do you look so upset?” Dunes asked, noting Adam’s mood.

“I almost created a perfect magical weapon,” Adam said. “Yesterday I awoke feeling quite lucky, but today I had the perfect luck, and the weapon I made could have been the best I’ve made to date.”

“Better than Lightsear?” Jurot asked.

“Yes,” Adam replied.

Dunes and Jonn threw each other a glance. They knew when Adam joked, and it appeared that he wasn’t joking at the moment.

“Truly?” Dunes asked.

“Yes.”

“What a terrifying thought.”

“Is it?” Adam asked. “It would save our lives.”

“Isn’t it a gift for your friend?”

“Oh, right.” Adam chuckled. “It is. It would have been the best gift ever if I had just waited one more day.”

“How do you know that it would have been so great?” Jonn asked.

“I had the greatest luck today,” Adam replied. “It’s hard to explain, but just know that instead of sixty points, I managed to create something using fifty eight points.”

“That is quite exact,” Dunes said.

Adam smiled.

Citool was the one to cook breakfast that day, which consisted of fish and vegetables which had been grilled. Sonarot was feeding her daughter some mashed fruit nearby.

“Is this what you expected when you left your village?” Adam asked.

“No,” Brittany admitted. “I thought we’d go out hunting bears and wolves, and we’ll be going from town to town.”

“Are you disappointed?”

Brittany said up straighter. “No, definitely not.” She glanced around the Iyrmen, who were in their own conversations as they ate. “I am very fortunate to be allowed to come into the Iyr. I never would have imagined I’d be able to walk past those gates.”

“You are quite lucky to have met me,” Adam said, nodding his head. “It was Fate.”

Brittany threw an awkward look at Adam, wondering if he was trying to make a move on her.

Adam was smiling to himself, eating his food happily. “Have you met Brandon’s descendants yet?”

“Not yet. I feel as though it would be rude to ask so soon.” Dunes sipped some wine.

“Rude? It was the main reason why you wanted to come to the Iyr. Since you’ve been helping out, I’m sure the Iyrmen would be willing to allow you to meet them. Is anyone more eager than you to hear their stories?”

Dunes couldn’t help but admit Adam had a point.

“You cannot tell Adam.”

“He is our leader,” Dunes said. “It is expected of us to tell him if we are leaving.”

“I understand,” Sonarot said. “However, it is for the best. He cannot know.” She reached up to brush Jurot’s cheek. “Just a few simple requests. You cannot die.”

Jurot felt his mother’s hand on his cheek, and he nodded his head. “Yes, mother.”

“You must also leave, Jonn, Brittany. You must all be able to forge your own path as you please, and Adam his own without you.”

“If Kitool leaves, then I should leave with her,” Brittany said.

Jonn had no reason to leave, since he was the one who wanted to remain to see what Adam was like. However, he wasn’t stupid enough to decline the words of his host, especially considering it seemed this was important to her.

“You must return alive, or he may never lose that fear which is set deep within his heart,” the woman said.

The group glanced between another. They understood Adam was their leader, but this woman was also someone very close to him. She outranked him, didn’t she?

Lanarot clapped her hands together and giggled wildly, reaching up for her mother’s collar, gripping it tight.

They wondered if Lanarot also outranked their leader.

Mana: 10 -> 8

Enchanting Check

D20 + 7 = 19 (12)

Omen: 14, 20 -> 14

20 + 7 = 27

Many miles away, a young man, adorned in chain mail, a spear in hand, marched up the top of a hill to look across the fields. He smiled, eyes full of hope, before he noted the large creature ahead, the body of a feline, with the head and wings of a bird. He quickly dropped down, rolling into a bush, his heart pounding hard in his chest as he waited.

“What a great start,” Adam said, wiping his brow as he sat down across the fire, dinner already having been served.

“Which weapon are you enchanting?” Sonarot asked.

“A greatsword,” Adam said.

“Not an axe?” Jurot asked.

“Elder Zijin offered it.”

“Of course he did,” Jaygak said.

“He said it was because there were too many greatswords in the Iyr, or something.” Adam shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m sure that’s what he said,” Jaygak said, smirking slightly.

Elder Zijin bit into the leg of a boar and narrowed his eyes, feeling something tingle in the back of his head. ‘Adam or Jaygak?’

“What is wrong?” another Iyrman asked.

“I think Adam and Jaygak are getting into trouble,” he said.

“Adam?” one of the girls from nearby asked. “He gave us the Dragon scales?”

“Yes,” Zijin said.

“He is nice,” the child said, with the other children nodding their heads.

Zijin made a note to inform Elder Teacher about Adam’s effects on the children.

“It must be sister Jaygak,” the child said, confidently.

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