Adam avoided Sonarot as best as he could, but he had fallen ill after enting and it was difficult to avoid her when she would e to check up on him. She would bring him a bowl of soup or pe to feed him too, as his entire body was a wreck after enting three times in one day.
‘I ’t believe I rolled a natural 20,’ Adam thought, thinking about the sed roll of that day. He had rolled two 20’s with his Omen, and then another 20 when he was enting. It had taken a toll on his body, but he had mao plete the initial step, and he could spend the rest of his days casually enting the on.
“Papa,” Lanarot called once he was healthy, reag up so that her brother would pick her up.
“Lanababy, did you miss me?” Adam asked, hoisting her up, before pnting a kiss against her cheek.
The girl sucked her thumb, resting her head against his shoulder. She hadn’t spent much time with him the st two days, and had missed him ever so dearly. Adam brushed her hair gently.
‘I won’t ent like that again,’ he thought.
He went to ent that day, beginning the process of finishing the greatsword he had ented.
Omen: 3, 5
Adam gnced between the pair, who stared up at him expetly. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head from side to side, before he rubbed his . “Hmmm.”
The children waited with bated breath, stariween Adam and the other two.
“Hmmm,” Adam repeated, squinting his eyes until they were almost entirely shut. “Something is wrong.”
Katool let out a snort, before pg her hands against her mouth to stop herself from making any more noises.
His Aunts watched too, sighing at his antics. They would have stopped him, but the children were excited for it.
“Aha!” Adam said, snapping his fingers. “You are Amokan and Naqokan.” Adam made the same face Turot would make when he roud of himself for knowing something Adam didn’t.
The twins scoffed, all the while the other children ughed.
“No,” Damokan and Kalokan said.
“What? You’re not?”
“No,” the pair replied.
“Then who are you?”
“Kalokan!” the girl said.
“Damokan,” the boy added.
“What? No. No way. You two are too big, to. How you be my adorable little Kalokan and Damokan?” Adam raised his brow, as though he didn’t believe them o.
The pair sighed at him, but sooics were over, and Adam hahem the ptinum s he had given their parents. “Remember, no one steal this from you. If anyone does, tell me and I’ll be sure to teach them a lesson.”
“Thank you,” the twins replied, before pocketing the s. They stared up expetly at Adam.
“What?”
“You ot pick us up?” Kalokan asked.
Damokan bli Adam, still waiting.
“ht.” Adam reached down to Kalokan first, and tried to pick her up, pretending tle. “Oof! You’re too big Kalokan.”
A hint of a smile appeared on her lips. Damokan remaione faced even when Adam joked with him, before he finally let the pair go to their parents. They received some ilk, which they drank happily.
Adam sighed, arms crossed as he stared at the pair while the other children passed on their gifts. ‘I o keep my promise to them too…’ The pair had tur, being slightly older than Turak, and Saygak, but youhan Taygak. ‘Ten years at best, eight at the worst.’ That’s how long he assumed he had until they were doraining with the Iyr, and he would o assist them.
‘Alright, no more trying to piss off Nobles,’ Adam thought. ‘I o make sure I live long enough to see my adorable cousins fly.’
Naqokan pyed with the pair that day. They were far brighter and noisier during the py than typical, before they finally left towards the Kan family estate.
Adam decided against enting, but only because he reparing fame to run on their birthday. He decided that the children could e and py with their parents for a one shot.
Ohe group had gathered in the evening, Adam stopped to take note of them all. They were all cheg their sheets, with the fathers also having their ow. Adam basked in the moment, feeling a warmth deep within him as he saw them all.
“Adam?” Jurot called. “Okay?”
Adam tio gnce around, before sighing. “Yeah.” He nodded, a smile painted across his lips. “Okay.”
Adam spent the few days enting, before he was finally doh his bde. He had kept it a secret, even from his Aunt, and ha to Elder Zijin for safekeeping. He rexed with his panions, and also prepared for the journey ahead, though he did not o.
Omen: 1, 6
Adam left with the rest of the Rot family, and Asoyah, to the Rot family estate. Churot was sitting beside his grandfather, with his young cousins all about, each of whom were excitedly chatting with him.
“Big ohree, eh?” Adam said, ruffling the teen’s hair. “Have you been behaving for yrandfather and grandmother?”
“Yes,” the teen replied, simply. He hung to Adam’s side as the food was brought and they all drank and ate together.
Many brought Churot a pin book for his birthday, which he happily collected to one side. Fakrht Churot a stylus with a small gem which would st the boy some time. Cirot and Sirot, Fakrot’s twin daughters, brought the boy a storybook, one full of his grandfather’s stories. Churot accepted it eagerly, showing it to Jarot, who smiled down at the boy.
“You did not e to our birthday?” Cirot accused, appearing beside Adam with her twin sister.
“When is it?” Adam asked, leaning slightly away from her. A bead of sweat formed atop his forehead.
“The seventh of this month,” Cirot said.
“Oh?” Adam said. “The same as the other twins?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry about that, I didn’t realise.”
“If you truly sorry, then you must accep-,” Cirot began, only to find her father’s hand atop her head, gently squeezing it.
“Sorry, Adam,” Fakrot said, smiling down at Adam politely. “They will not bother you today.”
The twins stared at Adam, excited to finally cim him as their own. “We are sixteen now, so we are of marria-,” Cirot said, only to find her father’s hand across her lower jaw.
Adam threw the father a nod, allowing him to take the struggling Cirot away. ‘Should I take them with me on the journey?’ Adam thought. ‘No. Ohey’re eighteen, maybe.’ He shuddered at the thought.
Churot sat beside Adam, sometimes casting spells for Adam to praise him. Eventually, Adam brought out a small pearl and ha to the boy. “Here,” the Half Elf said. “Do you know what this is for?”
“Identify,” the teen replied.
“That’s right. You’re an Iyrman first and foremost, so there will e a time you will o assist the Iyr with all your spells. Careful, though, for some items are cursed, and I don’t want you to suffer.” Adam brushed the Devilkin’s hair.
“Okay.”
The ave Jarot and Mulrot a look, but they did not mention anything about handing a boy a pearl worth a hundred gold s. It was a gift Adam had thought about for some time. He had first thought about handing Churot a different gem worth a little less, but Churot did not have the spell, and Adam wasn’t sure he should ence the boy to take it, not when it could kill almost any normal person.
“I’ll be going tomorrow, so I’m going to need you to look after Lanarot, okay?” Adam said.
“Okay,” the teen promised.
“You ’t steal her away from me, though.”
“Okay.”
Adam smiled. “You might not use an axe and shield, but you’re a Rht?”
“Yes.”
Adam hadn’t been sure about Churot at first. The boy had e to him at the end of the st year, when Lanarot had spped him and stole a bite of his sandwich. The boy had asked Adam to help him bee strong. He wao learn magic, like Adam. To see Churot away from his grandfather had shocked Adam, and he had promised to think about it.
‘I haven’t really taught you anything other than maths,’ Adam thought, w what he could say to the boy. “Do you want to e and py Warriors and Waoday?”
“Yes,” Churot replied.
“Great,” Adam said, leaning in to whisper. “Do you want to betray everyone else?”
“No,” Churot said. “Iyrmen do not betray.”
“That’s right!” Adam pat the teen’s back gently. “What a great young man you are.”
iled at Adam’s praise, gng aside shyly. He quickly returo his typical stone faced demeanour.
“I hope you don’t ge, Churot. You have to stay the smart, sensible Churot you’ve always been, okay?”
“Okay.”
Adam smiled. He sighed, looking out to the rest of the Iyrmen. That’s when it came to him. “Churot, I am going to teach you something that you o remember forever. It may even be more important than maths.”
Churot looked up at him, waiting for the words which were more important than maths, the same preaths which the teen loved most.
“With great power es great responsibility.”
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Thus ends our slice of life arc?
