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 enting so far, so to see the number was a disappoi. It was high enough that he’d be able to ent something well, but sidering just how great his current on was, near perfect, he didn’t want to ent.

  Lanarot kicked him out of his thoughts.

  Adam go 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 mifts 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 dires?”

  “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 rge pack, before following Sonarot’s dires.

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

  “Good m,” Adam said. “How are you?”

  “I am well. It has been some time since I have been tortured, so I ot pin.”

  Adam cleared his throat. “Right.” He he 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 wao check up on you and hand out the gifts I received from my st adventure.”

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

  “Yeah,” Adam said, reag 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 yifts 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.

  “You have quite the story to tell. e, 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 begaale.

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  He skipped through quite a rge portion, and spent quite some time on a rant about Sir Harvey, doing his best not to allow any curses to slip through sidering he was around children at the time.

  Though his oral skills were not up to par, the children still cpped when he mentioned all the beasts he had sin, including the twons.

  They gon, who had listened ily, and the children realised it robably a true story.

  “Twons?”

  “Wow.”

  “How many have sin twons iing?”

  “My great grandaunt killed twons iing,” a Wyn child said, nodding her head.

  Another Wyn child nodded her to agree with her sister.

  “Are you strong?” a child asked, staring up at the Half Elf.

  “A little,” Adam replied. “I’m strong enough to cause trouble with quite the number of Iyrmen.”

  “You are no good with telling tales, but you are very good at dragon sying,” a child said to him, staring up at him with stern eyes.

  Adam threw a look ton, who only smirked in respohis is why I love Iyrmen. They tell the truth even if hurts the soul. Evehey look at you so adorably.” Adam threw his head back, as though deep in thought.

  Dargon nodded.

  “Now that the terrible tale is told, shall we dispeh the gifts?” Adam asked.

  The children quickly chattered away excitedly at the Half Elf, who smiled.

  Adam handed Dargon’s son, a young boy of five, a White Dragon scale. The boy excitedly held it, almost boung, before seeing the Blue Dragon scale Adam was holding out. He reached for it, fused, staring at the Half Elf for a moment.

  The boy then looked to his father as Adam brought out a piece of pottery. He gnced between his father and the Half Elf, though he was bei up by the police.

  “What?” Adam asked.

  “Three gifts?” the boy asked.

  “No,” Adam said. “Four.”

  The boy had calmed when he had heard that he wasn’t gaining three gifts, but filled with a panic when he heard it was going to be fifts. He looked to his father, full of fusion, gng between the Half Elf and his father.

  “Fifts?” Dargon asked.

  “A White Dragon scale from Vandra, a Blue Dragon scale from whoever the Blue Dragon was, some pottery and a strip of cloth.”

  “Why are you giving so many gifts?” Dargon asked.

  “Why not?”

  Dargon stared at the Half Elf.

  Why not?

  It was a question he wasn’t expeg.

  In the Iyr one would give a gift to most children they e across, two at most to those who they were especially close with.

  “It is expected to give one gift to the children of the Iyr,” Dargon said.

  Adam sighed, pg a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Dargon. When have I ever done anything that was expected?” The Half Elf raised his brow.

  Dargon slowly nodded. “That is true.”

  The other adults, the spouses and siblings of the Iyrmen he had met, turon to see how he was going to deal with the matter.

  “Adam is a queer man,” Dargon said. “Though he may say things which defy reason, it es from his own logic. Since he’s so many gifts to our childre us t our fortunes.”

  The adults didn’t seem pleased with the answer, but they accepted Dargon’s input.

  “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 listeo my lunacy, and when my family needed help, it was you who came with us, little brother on.”

  Dargon smiled. “There is o mention it.”

  “It is part of your story isn’t it?”

  The Iyrman fshed 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.

  “e, let me introduce you to everyone.”

  “Perhaps aime,” 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 g without me and I o be with her. I have gifts to give to others too.”

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

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

  “I am sure.”

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

  She seemed to have bee 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, pig her up.

  Lanarot coughed and began to cry, but sooed herself against his shoulder, sug ohumb.

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

  A fsh of the lightning soon passed, followed by the rumble. She pulled back when she saw the fsh, causio twitd withdraw into Adam's arms. The little girl began to whimper in his arms.

  “Lanarot, look,” Adam said, reag 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 ned cheek instead of the rest of his face.

  Lanarot looked up at him.

  She smiled and ughed.

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

  She squealed and cpped 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, causio look at her hand in fusion and shock.

  The fsh came again, causio twitch, and she looked outside.

  “Gurarara!” Adam excimed as the thunder came.

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

  Adam raised his hand and tio growl out the word whehe 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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  Thus begins the sed enting ard Adam living in the Iyr.

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