Omen: 17, 18

  “Good m, Adam,” Filliam said, appearing from nowhere. His eyes were dark, but he held the widest smile on his face.

  Adam stared up at Filliam, a half broken piece of bread in hand. He had pletely fotten about the tinkerer, again. “Good m, Filliam.” Lanarot grabbed his wrist, and pulled the bread to her face before biting into it.

  “Have you been well?” Filliam asked, before taking out the watch he had made, letting it sway.

  Adam looked at the watch, before looking up at the tinkerer again. “Not terrible, I suppose. Yourself?” He raised his brows expetly.

  “I…” Filliam sat beside Adam. “I have do, Adam. I have pleted the prototype. I must check to see if it works pletely, but…” Filliam held up the rge watch, which was much bigger than Adam’s palm.

  “So soon? I expected it to take years.” Adam had thought Filliam would have gohrough some road blocks on the way to pleting the meical watch.

  “It is my first meical watch so I am certain that it will not work perfectly, but I will be using it for a month to see how well it works. There are many things to test, but…”

  “gratutions, Filliam,” Adam said, patting the tinkerer’s shoulder. “You’ve made, perhaps, the first meical watch.”

  Filliam sat up straighter, the widest smile on his face. It hadn’t taken him that long, and he had Adam and the Iyr to thank for that. The Iyrmen had supplied every little piece he required. “I didn’t know the Iyrmen were such great smiths. I had heard that they were good, yes, but whenever I required something, I expined what I needed i detail, and the Iyrmen were able to make it within a few tries.”

  Adam smiled. “The Iyrmen are great, aren’t they?”

  Filliam looked to the Iyrmen all around and nodded. “Yes.”

  “You o take a week off now,” Adam said.

  “What?”

  “You’ve been w too hard, no doubt ever since we st spoke,” Adam said, patting Filliam’s back. “Take the week off and enjoy the Iyr. The festival should be on soon, so you o take that week off.”

  “I take the week off when the festival…” Filliam he look in Adam’s eyes, before he sighed. “Okay.”

  “Great.” Adam smiled. “I feel lucky today, so I’m going to go ent, but you should definitely…” Adam he look in Sonarot’s eyes, and then bowed his head. “Elder Zijin requested that I assist the Iyr and to ent…” ‘Sorry, Elder.’

  When he was doh his breakfast, Adam made to leave, but he teens nearby. “Hey, have you guys…” Adam stopped. He had fotten about Filliam, but he realised there was someone else missing. He gnced around. “Where’s Asoyah?”

  “He was chosen for something,” Sonarot said. “He will return before the festival.”

  “Oh.” Adam stood there awkwardly. ‘I ’t believe I fot the kid.’ He rubbed his brow. He cleared his throat. “Are you guys okay?” he asked, looking to the teens.

  “I am well,” Nirot replied, and the other replied equally as affirmatively.

  “Though we’ve returned back to the Iyr now, you don’t have to worry. Let’s spend this time preparing for year, and I’ll be sure to help you all then.”

  “Okay,” Nirot said, nodding her head to him. Adam smiled, before heading out, going off to ent.

  Omen: 5, 6

  “Whehe kids born?” Adam asked, staring down at the babies.

  “They were born at the end of the previous month, and at the start of this month,” Sonarot said.

  “Damn,” Adam whispered. “It must have been rough, huh?” He tio stare down at the adorable babies, some of whom were sleeping, and others which were awaken. ‘I guess I o make more money.’

  “What are you thinking?” Sonarot asked, noting the look in his eyes.

  “I’m just thinking about how many more magical ons I o make now…”

  “You will make them magical ons?”

  Adam turned his head to look at Sonarot, whose face was like that of stone, pletely ral. “I ’t?”

  “You have won the right,” Sonarot said, referring back to why he fought her siblings.

  Adam smiled. “What a cute little bunch.” Adam’s heart began to ache, and the image of that figure appeared before his eyes. He reached up to his pulsing forehead, rubbing it gently. ‘I’ve got to make sure they all grow up big and strong…’ “No,” Adam whispered. “You have to stay small and cute forever, you silly little boys and girls…” Adam began to rub the sides of his nose. He was hunched over, trying to deal with the pain in his head, the ess which was beginning to seep through his body.

  “Adam,” Sonarot said, pg a warm hand against the top of his head. “I am sorry, but they will certainly grow up big and strong.”

  Adam caught her eye, smiling. “Yeah. I’m sure.” He let out a long sigh, but even so, the thoughts tio fill his mind. He looked to his sister, Lanarot, and then to the other children. ‘I should work on farming more XP.’

  Adam remained within the shared estate, taking the day off. The mothers of the babies were also there with him, though they sat together and remained heir babies. They had at least three months of recovery before they were allowed to work properly again, and so they all spent time with their children, keeping an eye on them, before discussing with one another all sort of matters.

  Adam remained in the er, a book in hand, writing notes for Warriors and Wanderers. However, his thoughts remained on the children, whrowing up so quickly. Taygak was half way to being an adult who could eventually leave the Iyr, and she would go out to adventure. Once she had, if she died outside the Iyr, then she would not be revived.

  “What is the matter?” Jurot asked, sitting beside Adam. He had not goo ent that day, and sidering he was who he was, it meant something was wrong.

  “I’m just worried about the children,” Adam said, not wanting to lie to his brother.

  “The Goblins will be taken care of well.”

  Relief set within Adam’s heart as Jurot took his words another way. ‘Right, of course…’ “Even so, I don’t really know what will happen to them, you know? They say they’re going to be small children of the Iyr.”

  “They will be protected.”

  “Right, but… their freedom would be restricted, right? They wouldn’t be able to leave the Iyr?”

  “They could if they were a Nied Nephew of the Rot family, but if they leave, then they would not be weled in the nds.”

  “They’ll be hunted down?”

  “Yes.”

  Adam looked up towards the sky. “Isn’t that sad, Jurot?” Adam sighed. He reached up to his forehead, and rubbed it. “The children are… I mean, I saved them, you know? I should be the oo look after them, but I’ve pawhem off to the Iyr. Aren’t they meant to be my responsibility?”

  “Do you wish to adopt them?” Jurot asked, w what Adam was getting to. It sounded like an Adam thing to think.

  Adam sat up, his brows furrowed. He looked to Jurot, fused. “I do that?”

  Jurot stared back at Adam. ‘Could he?’ “I do not see why you could not.”

  Adam remaiaring at Jurot, who remaiaring at him. “Then… I’ll do that?”

  Jurot remained silent. He, of all people, was resistant to Adam’s shog behaviour, as he was resistant to most things when he raged, but this had taken him even by surprise. Adam hadn’t thought about adopting them, but within moments, he had.

  “You should speak to Elder Zijin,” Jurot said, though he wasn’t sure about what the process was.

  “Alright.” Adam stood, taking a moment to gather himself, feeling a little light headed. He stepped out from the estate, and made his way to the Elder’s estate, which bordered the eight estates around it.

  Elder Zijin was writing something in his book, but he looked up to Adam. “Adam?”

  “Hey, uh, Elder Zijin…”

  “Yes?”

  “I’d like to adopt the Goblin children as my own,” Adam said. “I mean, I was there, you know? I was the oo save them, so I shouldn’t just force them onto the Iyr.”

  “Okay,” Elder Zijin said, taking out his book, before writing a hin it.

  “How do I do that?”

  “We will process it,” Zijin said. “I will send the word.”

  “Okay,” Adam replied, awkwardly. He gnced around, w what he should do. “Cool. I… I’ll go ent, I guess...”

  Zijin watched Adam go, seeing how stiff the Half Elf had bee. The Orcish Iyrman smiled, gd he was corre his guess. ‘Do not squander what we have been given, Chief.’

  The Elder wrote another hin Adam’s bck book.

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