Omen: 10, 19

  “We must be careful,” Sir Harvey warned. “The leg of our journey may be dangerous, as we will be travelling for at least fourteen days, more if we are unlucky.”

  Adam go the new Knight, a young man who was maybe in his te twe most, even youhan Frederick. He wore a dark breastpte, stamped with the West Wood design of their uree, with a dark cloak over their shoulder, and a bde at his side.

  “Woodknight Doriaerly, at your service!” the young Knight decred. “I shall assist to the best of my ability!”

  Even Sir Frederick, who was young and eager, threw the young Knight a look, the same look Adam and Jurot had given him when they had met.

  “Alright, let’s head on out then,” Adam said.

  Sir Dorian stared at at the man in puthral armour, w who this Copper Rank was that he had puthral pte mail. His eyes were curious as he stared at Adam.

  “Don’t mind me,” Adam said. “I’m queer like any other Half Elf in the world.”

  “You are an Elf?” Sir Dorian said, reag for his bde quickly, eagerly drawing it.

  “Whoa,” Adam said, reag down to the hilt of his bde, ing his fingers around it, but not yet drawing it. “I would be careful doing that if I were you.” Adam’s lips turned into a wide smile. “The st big shot who tried to act up around me didn’t even st a single round.”

  Sir Dorian narrowed his eyes, staring at the young man in puthral. “I could cut you in half before you drew your sword.”

  “I’d like to see you try,” Adam said, and upon hearing the Knight’s i, he drew his bde.

  It was too te now, for the pair had drawn their bdes.

  “Adam is a member of our pany,” Sir Harvey said, noting how the two older Iyrmen watched with a smile, exging meaningful gnces between one another. “Whether he is a Half Elf or not, he is here to assist and is being paid good moo do so.”

  Sir Dorian narrowed his eyes. The pair had drawn their bdes, and were eager to fight one another. However, Sir Harvey was the leader of the expedition, and he could not misbehave.

  “I uand, Sir Harvey,” the young Knight said. “However, if the Half Elf dares to act suspicious in front of my eyes, I will not hesitate to draw my bde and cut him down where he stands.”

  Adam blinked. His eyes fell to Sir Harvey, staring at the High Alchemist. “We should leave him behind,” Adam said, sheathing his bde for Sir Harvey’s sake. “He’s going to be a nuisan the road.”

  “A nuisance?” Sir Dorian gasped. He had never heard of a man who spoke so poorly of a Knight.

  But this was no man.

  “How dare you!” Sir Dorian snarled, gripping his bde tighter.

  “Whose to say I go and take a leak near a tree ahinks that’s suspicious? Oh, look, he’s o a tree, he must be sending a message to the trees! Whack, he attacks me with my pants down!” Adam said, shaking his head. “Or let’s say I don’t draw my bde immediately when I see something, ahinks that I’m on the enemy’s side?”

  “That’s preposterous!” Sir Dorian growled.

  “Preposterous?” Adam asked, raising his brow. “You saw me, a man in puthral, surrounded by Iyrmen, who was standing beside Sir Harvey, and the moment you heard I was a Half Elf, you drew your sword. Tell me what’s preposterous? The fact that you did that, or the fact that you think you wouldn’t do something so preposterous?”

  “It would be hard to expin his return,” Sir Harvey said.

  “It would be easy to expin why our mission failed,” Adam replied, simply.

  “He will e with us, and that is that, Adam,” Sir Harvey stated. “You should remember your pce.”

  “I know my pce, Sir Harvey,” Adam said. “I know that if he tries anything, it will be hard to expin the ck of his return.”

  “Daring to threaten a Knight?” Sir Dorian asked.

  “Daring to defend myself, and it will be a gruesome defence, I promise you that, Knight of West Wood.”

  Sir Doria Adam, but the group made to move.

  ‘Should I mention that Jonn is a Half Elf?’

  As they moved, Sir Dorian he appearance of the man with the tiger skin. “There is a man following us.”

  “Good job, Sherlock,” Adam said. “He’s Jonn, another of my kind.”

  “Another Half Elf? A spy no doubt,” the Knight said, reag for his bde.

  “You ’t be serious,” Adam said. “There’s no way someone like you exists. Are you in such a rush to die?”

  “Die? With so many Iyrmen around us?” Sir Dorian gnced around, seeing the two Silver Rank tags.

  Adam shook his head. “ you believe this guy?” Adam asked, gng to Jurot. “Thinks the Iyrmen wouldn’t cut him down if he acted up.”

  Sir Dorian narrowed his eyes.

  “Ma Wood is weird. Everyone’s so eager to use their ons…” Adam shook his head and sighed.

  As they tinued, Adam stepped beside Jurot. “That Dorian guy is going to be annoying, I feel it.”

  “It will be difficult for him to act with us here,” Jurot said. “His bde will not cut you down.”

  “I knew I could depend on you,” Adam said, patting Jurot’s back, chug.

  “I wouldn’t mind fighting him,” Dunes said. “It would be good practise to face a Knight.”

  “What about the others?” Adam asked. “They’re probably more useful.”

  Dunes couldn’t deny the words.

  When they set up camp, Jonn remained some ways away, keeping to himself. He was eating some rations from the side as the Iyrme out to hunt.

  “Get over here, you damn idiot!” Adam shouted towards the Half Elf. “Why are you sulking in your own er? You’re already so annoying so just e join us.”

  Jonn remained silent and still.

  “What? Do you wa you here myself? Don’t fet who beat you.” Adam stared at Jonn.

  Eventually, the other Half Elf joihem, eating away at his rations.

  Adam smirked at Dorian, waiting to see what he’d do.

  “Two Half Elves…” Sir Dorian sighed. “It is a bad omen.”

  “Don’t talk to me about omens,” Adam said, chug. “I am the son of Fate.”

  Sir Dorian squi him suspiciously.

  “What, going to draw your sword?” Adam teased, resting his arm against his own bde.

  “We are all on the same team here,” Sir Merrick said. “We should work together.”

  “I’m not sure art of the same team,” Adam said. “In case you didn’t realise, Sir Merrick, I have pointed ears and apparently that makes me an enemy of sorts.”

  “After what happeo Rock Hill, you should be so lucky you walk around in peace,” Sir Dorian said.

  “No eyes, no ears. How the hell did you bee a Knight?”

  “Watch your tongue, Elf.” Sir Dorian growled.

  “Enough!” Sir Harvey called, finally raising his voice. “Be careful with your words, Adam. It is against the w to say such things to Knights. He has every right to cut you down for what you said, and no one would dare say otherwise.”

  “I have every right to cut him down f to attack me,” Adam said, “and no one would dare say otherwise.”

  “Not by the King’s Law.”

  “No, but by the Gods’ Law.”

  “You’re in Aldnd now.” Sir Harvey stared into Adam’s eyes. “Do not fet.”

  “How I fet?” Adam asked. “I’ve got random people drawing swainst me just because my ears are pointed. If I was an Iyrman, I’d be able to do whatever I want without w about the King’s Law. Jurot, I’m envious. You could cut this guy dht before us and the King wouldn’t even be able to lift a finger.”

  “Even the Iyrmen are bound by the King’s Law,” Sir Harvey said, sternly. “You o be more careful with your words.”

  Adam gnced over to Jurot. “Is that right?”

  “We are bound by the ws of the nd, yes, but her the King, or any other man or woman from Aldnd, punish us.”

  “Right,” Adam said, sighing.

  “The King ot punish you?” Sir Dorian said, full of disbelief. “Just who do you Iyrmen think you are? Do you believe yourselves to be gods amongst men?”

  Jurot threw his gaze towards the Knight, whereas Aizaban and Lanban raised their brows, their lips growing into a smile.

  ‘Did he really just say that?’ Aizaban’s eyes said as she stared at her cousin.

  ‘He does not know.’

  “We are those who follow the treaty which has been signed,” Jurot said, his voice clear.

  Jonn gnced between the Knight and the Iyrman, w if there was going to be a fight.

  “The treaty? Which treaty allows you to spit on the King’s Law? I have not heard of such a treaty.”

  “I assume it’s that treaty?” Adam said, looking at Jurot. “The one which has currently allowed the King to sit so fortably on his throhe Kingdom of Aldnd, which was on the verge of colpse, received a hundred Iyrmen warriors as theirs Soldiers, and the Iyrmen remain amicable with the Kingdom. In exge, the Iyrme to be punished by the Kingdom, but by their own people, within their Iyr.”

  “Preposterous,” Sir Dorian said, narrowing his eyes. “What a ridiculous statement! Who would ever believe that? I was not borerday. You wish for me to believe that the Iyrmen will provide a hundred Soldiers, which I am sure are quite det, but to say our King will be uo punish you…”

  Adam blinked and rubbed his eyes.

  He shook his head.

  Spell: Tricks

  “I was just threatened for saying that you have no eyes and no ears. Okay, in all fairness, maybe the no eyes is going too far, but you really don’t have any ears.” Adam turo look at Harvey. “I ’t believe it. How is it possible that I make a joke about him not hearing anything, only for him to prove me right. Is this speaking ill of the Knight? To speak the truth which you have heard before me?” Adam shook his head.

  Sir Harvey gred at Adam.

  Adam gowards Jurot. “Did you hear what I said, Jurot?”

  “I did,” Jurot said.

  “I have no doubt that you heard what I said, Jurot. Would you miing what I said so the good Knight, who perhaps ’t uand the same nguage when it es from the lips of a man with Elvish blood, hear?” Adam asked, gng back at Sir Dorian.

  The Half Elf knew he ying with fire, but Sir Dorian had annoyed him from their first meeting, and he was going to have fun with that.

  “The Kingdom of Aldnd, which was on the verge of colpse, received a hundred Iyrmen warriors as their Soldiers, and the Iyrmen remain amicable with the Kingdom.”

  “Receive a hundred Iyrmen warriors,” Adam said, “and the Iyrmen remain amicable with the Kingdom. It’s not just a hundred Soldiers. It is a hundred Soldiers, and the lives of hundreds of thousands of lives.”

  Sir Dorian narrowed his eyes, his face t inte. “Just what do you mean by that, boy?”

  “I mealy what I said, Sir No Ears,” Adam said. “The Iyrmen allow your King to keep his seat, and as long as he doesn’t act up, he gets to keep it.”

  Sir Dorian reached for his bde.

  “You are from the north of tral Aldnd,” Sir Merrick said, catg the young Knight’s attention. “I’m sure they don’t speak of the tale there, but they say it often in Red Oak, which is close to the Iyr, I believe the closest town to it.”

  “What do you speak of, Sir Merrick? This tale which I am oblivious to.”

  “It is called the Tale of the Bckwater Crisis.”

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