Omen: 6, 12

  ‘I’m bored,’ Adam thought. ‘Even though it’s a terrible roll, with all the modifiers, it should be alright?’

  “Are you pnning on Enting today?” Sonarot asked as she fed her daughter.

  “I may as well,” Adam said. “I should do some work at least.”

  “Are you feeling lucky?”

  “remely lucky, but lucky enough to ent an okay on.”

  She nodded her head. “There is need for basic ons always, Adam. Sir Merry is asking for basic ons to trade for a bout with him.”

  “Aren’t you afraid of him using those ons against the Iyr?” Adam asked.

  “It was thought about by the Great Elders. If they did not deny the order, then they must have viewed the bes greater than the risks. It is not uhey trust Sir Merry, due to their loionship with him.”

  “Really? How did he mahat?”

  “Sir Merry has always been temperate. When I was a girl, I heard of his grad nobility. He is not like most of the Knights who walk the nds. He is hard to anger, and harder to offend. He is more earthly, and is powerful enough that many leave him be, even if they afford to offend him.” Sonarot smiled.

  “I recall tales when I was but a girl of his feats. He has cshed with a great number of foes, names I had heard only in stories. I met one of those he had cshed with, retired on their mountain top. They spoke highly of the King’s Sword, who had shown him mercy when he had lost his mind. I know if we were in the same situation, the Iyr would have put him down.”

  Adam raised his brows. He would o ask about the stories of Sir Merry.

  “He first took his position for his best friend, the current King’s grandfather. They had very little power due to the politics of Aldnd, but they had ged that situation. The autonomy of many regions had decreased, and taxes and proper respect aid once more to them. When the King passed and his son took the throne, Sir Merry remained, solidifying that power he and the previous King had earhen, ohat King passed, he made his iions to step down.” Sonarot fell silent for a moment, but Adam could see she was not done.

  “It was not unknown that he was close to the Elves, one in particur. During the current King’s invasion against the Elves, that Elf lost her life. He retired peacefully in Ever Green, and though the King tio ask for Sir Merry’s assista has always been refused.”

  “Damn,” Adam said. “The current King doesn’t seem too-“

  “No,” Sonarot said, interrupting him. “Sir Merry has earned our trust, however. If he does make the mistake of pointing those ons against us, then it is his own folly. However, the Great Elders…” Sonarot decided to cut herself off.

  “I get it,” Adam said, uanding the situation. “Sir Merry’s trustworthy, and the current King is being refused. What else o be said?”

  Sonarot looked into Adam’s eyes and slowly nodded her head. It seemed he had picked up on the deeper text of trading the ons to Sir Merry.

  “I… e from a try, which is teically a voluntary union of four indepe tries, but no one seriously thinks that its voluntary or that they’re actually four different tries, but that’s beside the point.” Adam cleared his throat. “The try, at the height of its power, trolled a quarter of the entire world. Not the known world, but the entire p. It was ohe most powerful empire for several different religions, it retty insane.” Adam chuckled.

  “But… like every empire so far, it fell. It went from being the master of the seas and trolling a quarter of the world, to losing most of it. It still held some parts of, arguably, other tries, but no one was going to ask for their stuff back.” Adam smiled. “Some tried, but we had to remind them ere undisputed world war champions back to back.” Adam ughed, spping his knee. “Sorry, sorry, you wouldn’t uand.”

  “World Wars?” Sonarot asked.

  “That’s a story for aime,” Adam said. “I know the absolute basics of it, and the most important thing I know, is that we still hold the belt.” Adam chuckled.

  “The belt?”

  “Oh, it’s… that’s also a story for aime.” Adam sighed. “I really should tell you more about my world. Things you probably couldn’t imagine, and things I ’t even expin to you, but are absolutely true. Stuff like telephohe i, satellite navigation, aeropnes!”

  Lanarot g him from her mother’s chest, before pulling away since she was done. She yawned, but raised her arms up towards Adam. “Oo!”

  Adam trained lightly that m, thinking about his world. He thought about his try, his family, and all the teologies he no longer had access to. He wondered if this world was like his previous world. He wondered if there was a mess like the Holy Roman Empire somewhere. What of the Roman Empire? The Mongols? The Aztects? He knew so little of the world, including about the nd he was currently in.

  “Jurot,” Adam said, over breakfast.

  “Yes?”

  “When Lanarot’s older, let’s go and explore the world,” he said. “Not just the nearby nds. Everywhere.”

  “That will take many years,” Jurot said. “I will explore with you, aurn once I bee Gold Rank.”

  “Once you’re Diamond Rank, you mean,” Adam said, raising his brows at him.

  Jurot nodded his head slowly.

  “You know…” Adam then looked at all the other Iyrmen, who were ied in what he was about to say. Adam smiled and shook his head. “Nothing.”

  He left the group to ent, heading to the nearby warehouse. His thoughts were stu his past life, the life he had been torn away from.

  “Are you okay?” Elder Zijin asked.

  “Yeah,” Adam said, pig up a sword. “I’m okay.”

  Elder Zijin pced a hand on the Half Elf’s shoulder, squeezing it. “Do not work too hard, Adam.”

  Adam smiled. “Yeah.”

  With the gems in their pce, Adam took his p the stool. He did not begin, however, instead staring down at the sword before him. He felt the soft leather against his hand, the etal of the pommel against the bottom of his palm, the hilt against his index finger.

  It was all so real.

  He pulled away from his sword and looked up, looking to the sky which was fuowards him from the walls of the shrine. He felt the gaze of an Iyrman on him, and turo look at them.

  It was an Iyrman, a handsome Orcish fellow, who had apanied him for one reason or another. Perhaps it was because they didn’t trust him, perhaps it was because they were making sure he didn’t die.

  The Iyrman slowly nodded his head to Adam. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” Adam said, staring at the Orcish Iyrman. “Hey, quick question.”

  “Yes?”

  “Is this…” Adam looked down at his hand. He trated on his memories of his current life. “Never mind.”

  The Iyrman nodded, keeping their gaze on the Half Elf for some time.

  ‘It’s got to be real,’ Adam thought. ‘I’m definitely not in an illusiht? I remember my first life, so there’s no way this is like those stories of people getting into a cussion and living another life. Belle definitely killed me, and I was definitely reborn, only to repeat it again. I definitely heard Aunt Sonarot cry for Jurot’s death back then. I still remember that clearly.’

  Adam shook his head, letting out a huff. “Alright!” Adam raised the sword. He stared at it as the light illumis details. It was made of steel, or what he assumed to be steel, with a leather grip, and was fairly basi design. Not basic because an illusion wasn’t bothered to e up with details, basic because that was what the Iyr expected of it.

  He pced the sword back down after having admired its details and began the process of enting.

  Mana: 18 -> 17Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 27 (27)

  Adam felt the Mana pour through from him into the sword, and he closed his eyes. He didn’t e to until it was early evening, before smiling down at the sword. ‘Damn. I’m definitely in an illusion.’

  “What are you saying?” the Iyrman asked.

  “I rolled too well,” Adam said. “Or maybe Fate is looking out for me because I was feeling kinda down.”

  “Are you okay?”

  It was an Iyrman Adam hadn’t seen before, but he smiled, nodding his head. “I’m okay.” He let out a sigh. “It makes me feel bad when even random Iyrmen are asking me if I’m okay.”

  “Am I a random Iyrman?”

  Adam stared up at the Iyrman. Handsome. reen diamond at the tre of his forehead, followed by blue tilted diamonds. Adam narrowed his eyes, noting the blue was very simir to the blue of the Rot family. He wore fairly loose robes, and carried at his side a pair of daggers, and no other ons. “I don’t reise your tattoo.”

  “Calhuk,” the handsome Orcish Iyrman replied. “You are Adam, son of Fate, Nephew of the Rot family.”

  “Yes, that is me,” Adam replied. “My reputation precedes me.”

  “You are an Enter, it only be so,” Calhuk said.

  “I don’t know anything about you,” Adam said. “Kinda weird.”

  “Is it? We have not many iions with one ahough, regardless, I am no random Iyrman. I am an Iyrman, just like the Rot family.”

  “Yeah, but they’re different,” Adam said.

  “Different how?”

  “They are my family.”

  Calhuk bowed his head. “That they are.”

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