[1029] – Y05.029 – Newcomers IV

[1029] – Y05.029 – Newcomers IV

“May I recommend we take a moment?” Crowseer asked, his voice light.

Adam stepped forward, only to feel the pressure against his throat as a cane pressed against him.

“You are no match for him,” Crowseer warned, his voice still light.

“Step aside, Crowseer.”

“What do you think you can do alone?”

“I’m not alone, though?"

Lucy’s entire body filled with the heat of hatred, the rage filling even through her core, Great Destroyer almost weightless within her grip. Her mind was almost completely blank as she stepped forward, ready to burst along with the other figures who had prepared themselves to face the mountain in front of them. Jurot’s body was equally as hot, holding Phantom tight in hand, while Mara held Destroyer.

Even so, it was the pressure from the three older Iyrmen which pressed upon the Third Guardian Star the most, the bloodlust from them almost drowning him. However, it was the smiles on their faces which caused him to pause.

“Jane, Mork, Tork,” Adam called, his body cooling down from the rage which had almost overcome him.

Tork pat the shaft of his greataxe against his palm. “I don’t know what one of you Thirteen Stars is, but you seem like good hunting.”

Mork drew his blade, though held his shield up ahead of him, trying to hide behind it. ‘One more of those and I’ll die, but I’ve already drunk some alcohol, and now it’s time to work it off.’

“Step back,” Adam said, holding his axe in hand, feeling the emptiness within it. ‘If only I had Wraith.’

“Back?” Tork asked.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“If we step back now, we’ll be laughed out of the North,” Tork said.

“I’m not joking, Tork. Step back, now.” Adam stared up at the figure in front of him, who was stood tall and proud, and so damn regal.

Jane sheathed her blade, letting out a sigh of relief, glad she wasn’t going to die that day. Mork hesitated, waiting to see what Tork would do. The horc ground his teeth, his face scrunching up in annoyance, but he stepped back, though held his greataxe within his hands still.

“Adam, you should leave too,” Lucy said, though she heard no response.

“Even together, you will not be able to harm him,” Crowseer informed. “You do not even have Wraith.”

“Gangak,” Jarot called out, far too gleefully. “We were attacked.”

“Yes,” Gangak replied.

“Otkan. We were attacked.”

“Yes.”

“Lamtol...” Jarot bared his teeth into the most wild grin once more. “We were attacked.”

Lamtol finished strapping her shield upon her arm, and drew her blade. “Yes. We had no qualms with you, great one, but we thank you for this opportunity.”

“Even together, you mortals cannot face me,” the Third Guardian Star stated, as though it were fact. Yet, he could sense all the magical weapons in their possession, meaning they could at the very least make him bleed, and the smiles upon their faces definitely meant they would do anything they could to make sure of it.

“Always so adorable, and polite. Karot’s been learning to draw, and Kirot...” Adam thought about his daughter. “She’s got her own interests too? Konarot’s been learning dragonchess.” ‘Kirot, what do you want?’

“I am glad your eldest is healthy now.”

Adam furrowed his brows. “You knew?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t tell me?”

“How is Virot?” Crowseer replied innocently.

“So adorable, and troublesome since she’s as beautiful as her mother.”

“How is Damrot?”

“He is eating well,” Jurot stated, with a tone that suggested, politely, for Crowseer to shut his mouth.

Crowseer cleared his throat, considering how the Iyr had let him be even after his previous indiscretions. “I need a drink, how about you all?”

“I don’t know much about these Thirteen Stars, but you aren’t so bad, Crowseer,” Mork joked, still feeling the unassuming greatness within the figure.

“Were you not taught at the Temple of the Great Lady of the High Seas?” Crowseer asked.

Mork blinked. “How...”

The day passed by awkwardly, though the villagers quickly completed their tasks. Lamtol spoke with the Chief, before Jarot appeared to threaten him. Thankfully, Gangak and Otkan had been assigned to deal with him, so his outburst hadn’t lasted long.

As night fell, Adam stared at the stars above. ‘Did I really cause two civil wars? There’s no way my Omens can do that, right? I mean...’

Jurot could feel his brother’s thoughts from beside him. He also stared at the stars, while Lucy and Mara walked around the area, keeping an eye out.

“Jurot?”

“Yes?”

“How strong do you think that guy was?”

“He could clash with Emperor Shama,” Jurot said, only realising the name he had spoken after the name had left his lips.

‘Damn,’ Adam thought, closing his eyes, the flames flashing through his mind again. “Jurot?”

“Yes?”

Adam’s lips quivered slightly, and he closed his eyes, covering them. “Do you think... it’s better for me to d-,”

“No,” Jurot replied, tensing up.

“...” Adam sniffled.



I find the stupidest things so funny.