Omen: 4, 7
“You ot bully me today,” Adam said, staring at Elder Zijin opposite him. “Taygak is now nine years old, so she’ll sort you out.”
Elder Zijin smiled. He leaned ba his chair, tapping his fingers on one of the many books he was currently cheg. “She is so big now.” Zijin thought about her birth. She and her mother had almost lost their lives. “ year she will begin to learn the ways of her family.”
“At ten?” Adam asked. “Is that the age everyone begins to learn their abilities?”
Zijin bowed his head. “Ten. She will be taken to train with her peers. Then, one day, she will give the show.”
“The show? You mean during a festival?”
Zijin smiled. “Yes.”
Adam swallowed. “I’d rather she stay small. Growing up means all kinds of stress and danger.”
“Do you miss being a boy?”
“Yeah,” Adam said. “Everything’s so simple when you’re a kid.”
Zijin couldn’t help but smile wider. “Yes. I remember my father, Zajin, would toss me in the air when I was a boy. I remember I fell, and scraped my knee.” Zijin pulled up tr, revealing a scar across his knee. “He pihe base of my tusks and asked me how I would protect the Iyr if I cried at just a scrape of my knee. He tossed me more that evening.”
Adam chuckled. “I fet that you Iyrmen are… normal.”
“Is anyone normal, Adam?”
“I suppose not.” Adam remained quiet, thinking about his youth. “I like it here in the Iyr, Elder Zijin. It’s nice, you know?”
“I know,” Zijin replied, bowing his head. “That is partly why I called you here.”
“What’s up?” Adam asked.
Zijin was about to reply literally, before realising it was Adam’s way of asking what was happening. “The Iyr has firmed the situation. You pce just a single entment onto a on and the Iyr plete it, at the least, for basihanced ons. It still requires a week.”
“Nice,” Adam said, smiling. “So you want more to test out?”
Zijin bowed his head. “If you are willing to ent more ons, and are willing to reveal how deep the entment runs, from how much Mana is required, to how well you felt enting the on, to the amount of gems required, we are willing to assist you iter, and to pay you.”
“How much?” Adam asked.
“We will pay you one hundred gold for eatment pced on a on,” Zijin said. “We will also sider it as a tribution to the Iyr.”
Adam narrowed his eyes. “Is it the same freater enhanced ons?”
“Yes,” Zijin said, leaning in. “You may ent as you please. If you are lucky, unlucky, it does not matter. We must test the matter. Once we uand how much we are able to do, then we will discuss further payment. I ot promise you anything, but if we find that we are able to tinue your entments, then…” Zijin paused, w how much more he should say.
“Alright,” Adam replied, simply. “What about for Bck Death?”
Zijin pced doouch full of gems.
Adam tilted his head, before peeking into the bag. “That’s a lot of gold.”
“The times have ged,” Zijin said, thinking of the war which is going on in Aswadia, and the tension in Aldnd.
Adam swallowed, noting all the gems, diamonds, worth three hundred gold. He looked up at Zijin, w if he was trying to say something.
“In case it is needed,” Zijin said.
Adam nodded his head slowly, appreciating the fact he had mems to cast Revivify with. “Elder Zijin…”
“I do not know if they are pnning to kill you,” Zijin replied, assuming Adam’s question.
Adam slowly nodded in response. He had to ask to make sure because they had given him gems worth six thousand gold in total. “Okay.”
“I would ask that you do not ent daily, Adam,” Zijin said, smiling warmly.
“Right,” Adam replied.
“If you keep w your Aunt, it may be something the Iyr takes into sideration iure,” Zijin warned.
Adam swallowed. “Right. Thanks.”
Zijin bowed his head, allowing Adam to leave. It was true that Sonarot’s w could be used against Adam, just like how Adam knew some of the Iyr’s secrets, and was able to replicate some of them, as well as his crazy abilities which they didn’t uand.
In the same way him fav the Iyrmen, and assisting them so eagerly, and also his close retionship with the other Iyrmen, and his iions of having the Iyrmen trol his business, was something the Iyrmen would have to take into sideration when dealing with him.
Zijin was certain that Adam uood that being so open with the Iyr was keeping him from dying, but he was sure that Adam was just gehis way.
Zijin tapped the book beside him. Those precious children, who were now Adam’s panions, seemed to be growing up so well too. Zijin thought of the day before. He had heard the pints of the Iyrmen about Jaygak and Adam, and Adam’s words which had caused them such utter shock.
‘Since Jogak is saying ohing, and Jaygak is saying another, does that mean an Iyrman is lying?’
Zijin was gd Adam had warhem beforehand, allowing them to tighten or loosen the rope around their own necks. Then, the utter audacity of Jaygak, who had given Bloodseeker, which was such a great on, to her cousin.
The very same Jaygak who was so ill when she was just a girl. The very same Jaygak who had aimed for Steel, when she could have aimed for more. The very same Jaygak who would stantly take more peppers than was assigned, but always left silver s in their pbsp;
‘What did I do to deserve being Adam’s Elder?’ Zijin pined, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his lips. He stared down at the books, the very same books he hao Churot with all manner of equations, each representing different items within the Iyr whieeded to be checked and divvied out.
Answers which held no mistake.
Zijin make sure to keep a notebook, a fresh notebook, which was bck, with the symbol of Baktu.
It was Adam’s Book of Death.
There he wrote all the reasons as to why Adam should be killed, some which were told to him by the Great Elders, and sometimes those reasons would be added to the reasons why he shouldn’t die. Elder Zijin made sure to mark every reason as to why Adam shouldn’t die, and he wrote all the aes he could, so the Great Elders uood.
‘Please, Adam, st to get yourself killed,’ Zijin thought.
Adam returned back to the shared family estate, where he saw his panions, who had decided to spend their time with Jurot and the others for a short while, before they had to return to work.
“What is the matter?” Jurot asked.
“I don’t know,” Adam said. “I feel like I’m going to die or something.”
“In the Iyr?”
“Yeah.”
“Do not worry,” Jurot said, pg a hand on Adam’s shoulder. “We will petition for you.”
Adam smiled. “Don’t worry, you won’t o petition for me.”
“Why not?”
“Baktu probably will,” Adam said, winking at him.
The Iyrmen nearby, who were rexing during noonval, sighed. Adam kept saying so many eous things that they wondered if they should remain at their main family estates so their pregnancies were not affected by his words.
Sonarot couldn’t help but to smile about the matter, though. After all, Adam was a breath of fresh air, and he had done so much for them. She was certain that Adam ying with the children, not because he wao be close to them so they would protect him from the Iyr, but because he wahem to be happy.
‘What did I do to deserve being Adam’s Aunt?’ Sonarot thought.
“Yes,” Jurot said, nodding his head. “He may.”
The pregnant women tio wonder how Jurot could have possibly fallen for Adam’s words, but Sonarot had fallen for them too. There were many things the pair khat they didn’t, and whatever it was, it was something which swayed the mother and son duo to Adam’s side.
Even Mirot, who disliked Adam the most from them all, would leave her faith in Sonarot, her sister by marriage. She stared up towards the sky, w where her brother was. If he was here, surely he would have talked some seo the pair. Adam was too ingrained within the family. It was a murky retionship, one which they didn’t know how to tread themselves. She uood how to work with Adam if he hew, but as the brother of both Jurot and Lanarot, things were far more awkward.
“Alright,” Adam said, kissing his sister’s cheek, before letting her go. “I should go and Awaken Churot. He should be a Scribe Mage soon.”
The women sighed.
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Adam trying to get himself killed stantly never gets old to me.
