The old one armed Iyrman huffed as he curled the dambell with his one good hand, feeling the burn against his bicep. He could hear the nearby g between his siblings, the married couple doing their best to kill one another. Once his brother lost, he returned back to the one armed Iyrman.

  “I knew you had fought to gain your strength, but did you truly face against such monsters?” Tarot joked, sitting opposite his elder brother, panting for air.

  “Sister is holding back against you,” Jarot replied, almost smirking. “I would not call her such a monster.”

  Tarot chuckled, before drinking a cup of water. He sighed as though he had drunk his favourite peach wine. “Do you think brother is doing well in paradise?”

  “What a brother we have to leave us behind to have his fun,” Jarot joked, lifting up the dambell above his head, pleting his presses. He stabilised himself through his good foot, rather than his wooden leg.

  Tarot thought of his elder brothers, one who had grown so wildly a had bee so tame in his e, and another who had been so tame, a had to leave to be wild. He watched as Jarot carefully lifted the weight over his head, each repetition pleted with iion.

  “You are too old for this now, brother,” Tarot said. “You have done enough for the Iyr.”

  Jarot remained silent as he tio lift the weight, before pg it down onto his knee, and then beside him onto his seat. “I do not train for the Iyr, but for those named Rot.”

  Tarot let out a guilty sigh, before he smiled once more. “It is this way.”

  “It is this way,” Jarot firmed.

  Zirot allowed the brothers to stew ihoughts before tinuing to csh with Tarot, until the trio returned back to their shared estate.

  “Babo!” Jirot excimed as the old man approached, rushing up to him with little Jarot in tow, grabbing onto his leg.

  “What is this gift given to me today?” the older Iyrman asked, dropping to a ko embrace the pair. “Have you e to py with your babo?”

  “Yes!” Jirot decred, before she started to climb up the old man’s arm to ride his back, while little Jarot waited to be lifted up.

  The old man hid his wih the wide grin on his face, before he lifted the boy up. “Since you have e to py, we must py!” He ughed wildly, but the children nearby had bee so used to it.

  “I e py!” Jirot stated, ing her arms around his pulsing neck. “Babo pying with me!”

  “Yes!” Jarot chuckled as he held the twins against him.

  Konarot poirandmother and looked up towards Vonda, who smiled and nodded her head, before Konarot led the rest of the triplets to their nano. Vonda pced down the basket of goods onto a table before she greeted the little Rot children of the extended family, who were excited to see the Priest of Life once more. After all, she was a member of the most prestigious order across the nd.

  Mulrot lifted the triplets up one by one and kissed their foreheads, before letting them go off to py with the other Rot children. The Family Elder sent one of the young Iyrmen t tea and peach wine, while she settled herself opposite the priest.

  “You did n Lanarot?”

  “Turot began reading the tale early,” Vonda replied.

  Mulrot poured the young woman tea first, and the pair sat in silence as they watched the children py together. The triplets ran around with the children of the extended family estate before they all settled together to listen to Jarot’s stories.

  “Did you think this old man would lose to the likes of a manticore?” Jarot excimed.

  “No!” the children shouted ba response.

  Jarot howled with ughter. “You are right! You are right! I would not lose to the likes of a manticore!” Jarot went on to tell the tale of when he slew the some of the st few mantiany years ago, before even their parents’ time.

  It was the st week of the year, and within the fht, the Rot family would know if Adam was dead or alive. Mulrot stared at the children, especially the twins who sat against their babo, sug their thumbs as they gripped his shirt.

  “The children are growing so well,” Vonda said. “Jirot speaks so well now.”

  “She speaks so much how she not speak well?” Murlot asked, w what the young girl would speak about ohe tale was done.

  “She will be able to bully Adam so well wheurns.”

  “Yes,” Mulrot replied, before she sent a young Iyrman for some fruit. Ohe fruit was brought, she cut it, though Vonda and Tarot both assisted her.

  Karot took a piece of fruit and brought it up to his lips, before pig one up to offer to Vonda. Vonda smiled and took it from him, thanking the boy, before the boy offered some to his nano and his other babo.

  “You must eat too, Karot,” Tarot said, pig the boy up, bringing the fruit to the boy’s lips. Karot smiled shyly aed his head against the old man’s chest, chewing the fruit slowly. Tarot held the boy close to his chest, brushing his hair tenderly.

  “I fighting!” Jirot decred, pointing up towards the sky. “I fighting the ball and it the wall and the ball ing.”

  “That is right,” Jarot said, petting her head gently.

  “Daddy ing?” Jirot asked.

  “Your father will return soon,” Jarot assured.

  “Yes?” Jirot asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  Little Jarot pouted up towards his greatfather. “Daddy?”

  “Are you worried, my boy?” Jarot asked, rubbing the boy’s head. “You do not o worry. Your father is strong, and so is his brother. Papo Jurot will help him.”

  “Papo Juwoh?”

  “Yes. Your aunts are with him too, kako Kitool and kako Jaygak.”

  “Kako Jaygah?” Little Jarot looked around to try and find his aunt, whose skin was sht aiful.

  “She will return soon.” Jarot kissed the boy’s forehead and held him closer to his chest.

  “No! I ing!” Jirot stated, holding up his fiowards her babo as she told him off.

  “Yes, of course, my Jirot.”

  “Yes.” The girl hugged him tighter.

  “Your father will make such a mess,” Jarot said.

  “Yes,” Jirot replied, sug her thumb as she cuddled beside her grandfather.

  The old man smiled, holding the pair closer to him.

  “Daddy e back soon?” Konarot asked the bird, which tweeted in response. “Soon is soon.” The bird tweeted once more to the young girl. “Okay.” Konarot nodded and watched the bird fly away.

  “Daddy e back soon?” Kirot asked her eldest sister.

  “Daddy still in ke.”

  “Okay.” Kirot frowned.

  “…” Zirot stared at the pair of girls and blinked. ‘What?’

  Vonda stayed at the extended family estate with the five children, the young woman staying with the triplets while the twins cuddled with their babo that night.

  “She truly speak with animals?” Mulrot asked her sister, tapping the table.

  “She knows of the ke,” Zirot stated.

  Mulrot reached up to rub her forehead gently. “It is not a surprise that his daughter would also cause trouble.”

  Tarot chuckled from beside them. “If she speak with animals, it is only a boon. Perhaps the ke means something else, or perhaps she truly knows what has happeo her father.”

  “I will inform Elder Zijin of the matter and allow him to deal with it,” Mulrot said.

  “You do not wish to deal with it?” Tarot asked, a knowing look within his eyes.

  “We lost such a right.”

  “Adam has fiven us.”

  “It is not shameless for him tive us easily since he did n.”

  Tarot chuckled once more. “Since you know, you know.”

  “He will return and we will find another way to redeem ourselves,” Mulrot stated.

  “If he does not return?”

  “Then redemption will e easy.” Mulrot sipped her tea quietly.

  Jarot remained ying with his greatchildren in his room, feeling the pair snooze against him. ‘If you do not return soon, I will steal them away from you, Adam.’ He smiled, before closing his eyes to sleep.

  Karot held onto Vonda’s hand, sug on his thumb. “Vonda?”

  “Yes?”

  “Kako is home?”

  “Which kako?”

  “Kako Lanawoh?”

  “Yes. She is back with your nana.”

  “Nana is home?”

  “Yes.”

  “I like nana.”

  “I like your nana too.”

  Karot smiled. “I love nana.”

  Vonda reached over and brushed his cheek gently. “That is because you are a good boy.”

  “Yes,” Kirot said, climbing up beside Karot to hug him tight. “Good boy.”

  Karot smiled and hugged his sister iurn. “Good boy.”

  “You are a good girl too, Kirot,” Vonda said, before watg as Kot up and made her way out. “Konarot, what’s wrong?”

  “Toilet.”

  “Okay,” Vonda said, getting up. “You two stay here, okay?” Kirot and Karot stood up, and Vonda smiled slightly. “Okay, let’s go to the toilet together.”

  The triplets led Vonda away to the nearby toilet, while Tarot followed them from nearby, pretending to take a walk in the night, before assisting the triplets.

  “What? You wish to sleep with me tonight?” Tarot asked, pig up Karot. The boy shook his head and poio Vonda. “What? But I am your babo too!” He peppered the boy with ad kisses all over his face.

  Kirot reached up to hold his hand and led her babo back to where they were going to sleep, and pulled him in so he would also sleep with them. Tarot held the girl close to his chest.

  “Kirot, you are the one who loves me most?”

  Kirot smiled. “I love babo.” She hugged him tighter.

  ‘I uand why your father adores you so much.’ Tarot let out a sigh as he held the girl close to his chest. “Kirot, you ot allow my brother to steal you.”

  Kirot looked up towards her babo, before she smirked, the same way her younger sister would smirk and cause trouble.

  Tarot sighed. “Your babo will train hard for you, my girl.”

  “Good boy.” Kirot reached up to pat his head.

  Tarot tried to stifle his chuckle as to not howl with ughter. “Yes, I am.”

  Thus ends Beyond Chaos, Book 3, Year 02 AA!

  AA? After Adam of course.