[1050] – Y05.050 – Darkness Rising I

[1050] – Y05.050 – Darkness Rising I

It was black. Not like the night, but like that of ominous death. The various blacks each swirled across the blade’s edge, leaving streaks like the night sky upon the blade. The handle of the axe was also made of a black wood, which Jurot would be able to surmise, and the dark leather around the handle clung to it like a second skin.

“Deathsteel,” Adam said, keeping his fingers clasped together, too afraid to reach for the axe. Even from where he sat, he could feel the oppressive aura of the blade.

“Once enchanted, those slain by such steel cannot be revived with simple spells,” Zijin stated firmly, his voice dark.

Adam stared at the blade, swallowing slightly. His eyes met the Elder’s.

“Enchant it with whatever you wish, and once you have completed your task, the Iyr will retain the blade.”

“Okay,” Adam replied, reaching for the handle, feeling the soft leather against his hand, his hand almost sticking to it, through a supernatural property of the leather, or through his own greed, the half elf wasn’t certain. ‘It’s heavy.’

“Adam?”

“Yeah?”

“This matter is within the purview of the Rot family. My hands, as the Elder, are tied. Though I wish to do more, the Reavers will soon be upon us. I am sorry, this is all I can do for you.”

“Thank you, Elder Zijin. This is already enough.” Adam stared at the blade, before his lips twitched into a frown. “No, there’s something else.”

“I know,” Zijin replied. “As long as I am an Elder, you do not need to worry of your family.”

“Then I hope that you remain the Elder for a long while,” Adam said.

“I will also inform my successor of how to treat them too, you do not have to worry.”

“Your successor is going to have some large boots to fill,” Adam said, chuckling lightly. He smiled as Zijin tried to understand the idiom. “I should get to work, Elder.”

“I will escort you.”

As they made their way to the shrine, Adam could feel the chill against his hand, and the burning of his muscles working to carry the blade. ‘I’m not sure how much time I have...’

The shrine was tucked some ways away from the Main Iyr, through a winding tunnel, in its own intimate corner. It was made of six sturdy standing stones, encircling a large patterned floor, the entire area engraved with ancient symbols Adam still couldn’t comprehend. The sun shone from above, providing them with light and warmth, and its power.

Adam’s eyes fell across the different symbols, the stones, and the floor. He closed his eyes, recalling the past.

“It was a little after we first met,” Adam said, recalling the scene. “I remember being in awe of these stones. I remember being really cheeky to you about the Iyr and its secrets too.”

Zijin smiled, also recalling the scene. The pair stood for a short while, enjoying the moment together. The Elder placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder, squeezing it tenderly, before leaving the half elf alone, or rather, under the watchful eye of another Iyrman.

Adam dropped down to his knees, holding onto his amulet. “This time, it’s different.” Adam felt the chill of his obsidian amulet run through his fingers, the half elf shuddering lightly as the sharp chill ran through even to his bones. A small smile crossed his lips, but it did not reach his eyes.

Baktu’s attention returned back to the world, and Adam began his enchanting. It was just the one axe, for the Iyr could not risk multiple copies of such a blade to exist.

Once he applied the first day of enchantments upon the weapon, Adam returned in the early evening, with Konarot almost tackling him as he stepped through the archway.

“What’s the matter?” Adam asked, his eyes following her darting tail. He pulled her up, kissing her cheek, and carried her within an arm as he ruffled the hair of the younger pair of his triplets. Kirot and Karot each reached for the hem of his shirt as they walked alongside him.

“Turot, speak calmly to the children,” Sonarot said, taking the crying twins from her nephew’s grasp, soothing them calmness.

“I did not mean to make them cry.”

“I know. Jirot, Jarot, he did not mean to shout. Turot...”

“Sorry...” Turot blushed slightly, the annoyance building within him.

“Look at our Turot,” Adam called, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “Do you see, Gurot? Your brother, even though it was an accident, he still apologised. Asorot, do you see how amazing your brother is?”

“I know,” Asorot replied, smiling slightly, the boy beside his elder brother.

“Of course, since you’re Nirot’s brothers, you’re all so well behaved, just like her,” Adam said. “Should I call her back from the business?”

“Sister is working hard at the business!” Turot replied eagerly once more, his eyes beaming with pride. “I will work hard in the Iyr to watch over my nephews!”

“Do you see that, Jirot, Jarot?” Adam asked. “Your papo, he’s growing up so well. I’m so glad, since my cousins are so dependable in watching over my children, I don’t have to worry at all, isn’t that right?”

Shikan threw a look to Sonarot, raising his brows, and the woman slowly bowed her head, causing him to sigh. ‘Adam...’

“Will you watch over Virot and Damrot the same?”

“I will,” Turot assured.

“Damrot, my boy, should I read to you?” Adam asked, throwing a look to Damrot, who glanced up towards the half elf upon hearing his name. The boy blinked, smiling slightly, before leaning forward, onto all fours, crawling over to the half elf.

Adam gasped, frozen in place as the boy crawled to him, babbling and squealing at the half elf. “Damrot! You’re crawling? How amazing! Look at you, crawling so confidently!”

“He crawled after his nap,” the older Jarot said, doing nothing to hide the smirk upon his lips.

“No one told me?”

“Who would dare to tell you when I wish to tease you?”

“You! Damrot, you kept this a secret from me too?” Adam asked, staring down at the boy, whose smile was so pure and innocent. Adam hoisted him up, planting kisses all over his cheek. “You! I forgive you, because you’re so cute, and because you’re my adorable son.”

“Will you steal him when his father is not here?”

“Eh?” Adam asked, his eyes darting about. “Where’s Jurot? Where’s your daddy, Damrot?”

Damrot smiled innocently, before glancing around, finding his mother, squealing with delight.

“Close enough, I suppose.”



How can Damrot keep it a secret?

Of course we'll forgive him.