Omen: 3, 9

  “Are you feeling lucky today?” Sonarot asked.

  “No,” Adam said, smiling at her. “They don’t feel lucky today, though.”

  Sonarot tilted her head, staring at him, but she brushed his cheek. “Will you win?”

  “I will,” Adam said, nodding his head.

  He prepared his spells, eyeing up one of the spells, but he decided against using it.

  The Iyr had heard of the news, that Adam, son of Fate, was going to face Amokan and Timojin. It wouldn’t have bee news, except many of the Rot, Jin, and Kan families were going to be there.

  When Adam arrived, he he pair of young Iyrmen. “Hey,” he called out. “How e you guys are using magical ons too?”

  Upon their backs were beastly greatswords, and even from where Adam stood, he could feel the great strength in their magibsp;

  Amokan grinned wide. “Our family is also our strength!” he decred proudly.

  Timojin was too excited about wielding one of their greatest ons that he barely replied.

  Though each on owerful, they were too inexperieo use them to their full effects, but they would still act as magical ons with a minor bonus.

  “Isn’t that shameless?” Adam asked, even though he was going to be using a magic on too.

  “You too are a member of the Rot family, no?” Amokan asked. “You had used their resources to assist you.”

  Adam grumbled quietly, uanding their point. “You two…” He grabbed his sword. “You always mention that yoing to be the Chiefs, but let me tell you, I won’t allow you! Today is the day that dream dies!” Adam, annoyed by how they stantly bugged him about fighting, finally snapped.

  The Iyrmen around all gasped upon hearing his words.

  “I, Amokan, son of Okkan, will bee Chief of the Iyr!”

  “I, Timojin, son of Havajin, will bee Chief of the Iyr!”

  “I refuse!” Adam decred in front of the other Iyrmen. His heart beat wildly. “It’s obvious who will bee Chief of the Iyr!”

  The Iyrmen waited with bated breath. They couldn’t believe what he was saying, and even Sonarot wondered if she should stop him from digging a hole which was too deep to climb out of.

  “Do you think you have the capability?” Amokan asked, drawing his greatswripping it tight. He sighed, feeling its great strength fill him.

  “Who ever said I wao be Chief of the Iyr?” Adam asked, staring at him. “It will definitely be my adorable baby sister.”

  Sonarot coughed, causing Lanarot to look up at her. “How embarrassing,” she whispered, her cheeks turning red. ‘Should I be happy that he’s so eager to py?’

  Chief Iromin stared at the half elf, his lips twitg into a smile as he brushed his . “I didn’t expect him to say something so embarrassing.”

  “Lanarot will bee Chief!” Adam decred. “If she wants to be, that is.” He cleared his throat. “Jurot will bee the world’s first Diamond Rank Adveoo! Just you wait, you’ll all be hearing a thousand stories from him when he’s old aired! And even my little cousin Turot, he’ll be Elder Peace. You hear that? Two members of the Rot family in power, you’d better mark my words!”

  Turot’s lips formed into a cheeky smile as he was mentioned, and he began to cp, causing a few other Iyrmen to solidarity with him.

  “What of you?” Timojin asked, already feeling the itch to fight crawl through him. “What do you wish to bee, if not Chief? A Great Elder?”

  “In order to make their dreams e true, I will aim for the highest rank within this entire world.” Adam raised his sword towards the sky. ‘If I want to live a peaceful life, then there’s only ohing for me…’ “I will bee Unrivalled Uhe Heavens!”

  “Unrivalled Uhe Heavens?” Timojin asked, feeling something stir within him.

  Amokan whispered the words, feeling something stir within him too. ‘What does that mean?’

  “I will be the stro in this entire world! That way if anyone dares to bully my little sister, I’ll beat them! Even the gods will think twice before daring to bully her! You think I’ll let you guys bother me again in this life?” Adam pushed away the embarrassment of his words. “Are you listening, Baktu? Wahtu, Ritetu, don’t you fet it either. Even if I do like you, I won’t five any of you.”

  “What kind of madman challehe gods?” Elder Wrath asked, barely able to tain his ughter.

  “You shouldn’t ugh,” Elder Teacher said, uanding just how difficult his role had bee after Adam’s decration.

  “Lanarot, look at your brother,” Sonarot said, holding the ribbon in front of the little girl before snapping it away. Lanarot’s eyes were most unfocused as they stared ahead of her, seeing all the shapes. Sonarot held her cheeks, making sure she wouldn’t look away.

  “Wujyn,” Adam called. “Ten Tiger Eyes! Do you dare to take the bet?”

  “I dare, son of Fate!” Wujyn shouted back at him.

  Shadows loomed.

  A one armed man sat oop of a building, holding a young devilkin teen on his p, who was sitting peacefully as he stared at the half elf. “What a fool of a boy,” the old, one armed Iyrman said, his lips curling into a smile.

  Shaool stood not far from him, her cloak billowing in the breeze. “We were all so lively in our youth as well.” She gowards the devilkin man, who reached down to rub his grandchild’s head, all while his randfather held him close.

  “Enough to challehe gods?” the devilkin man asked.

  The one armed man reached to rub his elbow stump, his face t in pain. “He is in for a rude awakening.”

  “We will see,” Shaool said, her eyes glued to the boys.

  Adam donned his shield, clutg his die in his hand with it, staring at the pair before him. The two Iyrmen before him were ready to burst. He inhaled deeply, swallowing his nerves. “Now, e!” he shouted.

  Battle Order D20 + 1 = 21 (20)

  Mana: 8 -> 6Spell: Mirror Image

  Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2

  Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

  Mana: 6 -> 5Hex

  AttackD20 + 7 = 11 (4)D20 + 7 = 26 (19)Hit!1D6 + 2D6 + 1D6 + 5 = (4)(1, 2)(1)13 damage!

  Adam was going to engrave it within the Iyrmen’s minds this day. Since he had been challenged by the pair in front of his aunt, he o show the two what it meant to try and face him.

  It wasn’t just a message to the pair, but the entire Iyr.

  Look at me, he decred with his steely look.

  Look at me, with my ented bde of whitesteel and Iyr ivory.

  Look at me, with my puthral pte mail, traded for a mighty shield.

  Look at me, for I am Adam, son of Fate.

  The Mana coursed through his body. “Which is the real me?” he asked, summoning forth several images of himself, all of which mirrored his motions as the two filled with rage and charged at him.

  He inhaled deeply, fog his mind as he surged forward, bolting towards them. “You should be careful,” he said, Mana c through him as Amokan swung wildly, the bde letting out a loud rush of air as the Iyrman missed Adam. Amokan could feel something invade his body, gripping his muscles.

  Mirror Image: 3 -> 2

  Timojin mao swipe through a Mirror Image, watg as the half elf cut into his panion beside him, the bde fshing white as he struck through Amokan’s side.

  Amokan almost tumbled right then and there, but his rage picked him back up and he roared wildly. “Yes!”

  “Who do you think will win?” Elder Zijin asked, watg as the trio cshed. Even Jurot was uo hahe pair of them, and though Adam was using his magical sword, the other two were using greater bdes, even if they couldn’t wield them to their full potential.

  “My nephew, of course,” Sonarot said, brushing her daughter’s hair, the tiny girl listening to the fight.

  “What is the bet this time?” Elder Zijin asked. “I dare not take too much from you, you still o feed your daughter.”

  “Ten Tiger Eyes,” Sonarot said, mirr Adam’s fidence.

  Elder Zijin raised his brow. “So much?”

  “I would like to bet more, but I’m afraid you would be uo afford it.”

  Zijin ughed. “Theiger Eye gems it is!”

  AttackD20 + 7 = 17 (10)Hit!1D6 + 2D6 + 1D6 + 5 = (5)(1, 3)(5)Damage resisted!14 damage!

  As Amokan wound his bde back, winding it too far back, Adam cut deep across the Iyrman’s chest, spraying the area full of blood. Amokan, who was full e, tio swing wildly, but he colpsed under Adam, his bde flying through the air. The bde flew and scattered towards Sonarot, though Zijin stepped ahead and smmed it down with his foot.

  “Amokan!” Adam panicked, seeing the near lifeless form of the Iyrman, having not seehe bde was falling. “Get up!”

  Mana: 5 -> 4Healing Word1D3 + 3 = 5 (2)

  Amokan groaned as the magic filled his body, opened his eyes to see Adam’s boot. ‘What?’

  “Keep your eyes on me, Adam!” Timojin roared.

  Mirror Image: 2 -> 1

  He struck through one of the Mirror Images as Adam pulled aside, keeping his shield up as they fought. Timojin had mao nd two blows on the magic, but had yet to find the true body.

  “Amoka away,” called Sonarot, hoping the boy would listen.

  AttackD20 + 7 = 10 (3)Miss!

  Adam shifted his Hex spell from Amokan, who rolled away, which soon seized Timojin’s muscles. Doing so required some effort, so he could not call forth his Fighting Spirit.

  Timojin, fueled by the strength of his mighty on, cut through Adam.

  Mirror Image: 1 -> 0

  However, he did not feel the resistance of flesh, whily fueled his rage. “e here!” the Iyrman roared, wishing to spill blood.

  Fighting Spirit: 2 -> 1

  AttackD20 + 7 = 18 (11)D20 + 7 = 25 (18)Hit!1D6 + 2D6 + 1D6 + 5 = (6)(5, 6)(3)Damage resisted!20 damage!

  “Okay,” Adam said, leaping forward as the Iyrman thrust with his greatsword, trying to pierce through the half elf. Yet it was Adam’s bde which struck true, whereas his barely glided off the puthral armour.

  He roared, dropping to a knee, feeling the blood trickle down his side, a he lifted his bde again. “I will strike true!” he decred, swinging his bde down to Adam.

  Fighting Spirit: 1 -> 0

  AttackD20 + 7 = 23 (16)D20 + 7 = 23 (16)Hit!1D6 + 1D6 + 5 = (6)(5)Damage resisted!11 damage!

  As he swung his bde down, Adam struck the Iyrman across his head with the pommel of his sword, knog him down, the magical greatsword dropping harmlessly beside Adam’s foot.

  The Iyr cheered, g for the clusion of the fight, and many Iyrmen began to hand over their gold to one another.

  Mana: 4 -> 3Spell: Cure Wounds1D6 + 4 = 6 (2)

  Adam dropped to his knee and pced a hand on Timojin’s head, quickly healing the Iyrman.

  “You still had more magic?” Amokan asked, watg as Adam healed his rival.

  “Yes,” Adam replied, simply.

  Amokan leaned back, holding onto the wound at his side, which had closed over but was still throbbing.

  Timojin groaned as he awoke, rubbing his head. The ache in his head pounded, and he looked up to the half elf. “Good fight,” he said.

  “Yeah,” Adam replied, nodding his head. “You alright?”

  “I am well,” Timojin rolled onto his back. “I did not mao strike you once.”

  “Magic, am I right?” Adam said, smiling. “ime you should ban it.”

  Timojin just chuckled. “I would rather lose to you at your stro.”

  Adam smiled.

  Jaygak and Kitool stared at Adam, filled with shoot only them, but the other Iyrmen too.

  Not only did he still have Mana, but the pair didn’t even mao nd a si on the half elf.

  “He’s not so bad,” the one armed man said. “I ’t wait to meet him.”

  “It will only deepen their resolve,” the st Iyrwoman, who had been watg silently the eime, said. She would have been a beautiful woman if it wasn’t for the huge scar across her left eye and down the side of her nebsp;

  “If he wants to bee Chief, then perhaps he’ll o challehe gods as well?” The one armed Iyrman ughed.

  Elsewhere, Iromin was staring at the two young Iyrmen who had beeen. “What do you think?”

  “Let’s hope he remains our ally,” Elder Gold said. “He will only grow more powerful if we leave him be.”

  “Did you expect him to be s?” Iromin asked.

  “No,” Elder Gold admitted. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have traded the puthral.” She smiled. “Did you think he was going to be s?”

  Iromin stared at the half elf. “No.”

  Adam fell down beside Sonarot, panting for air. He was covered i. If Amokan had nded any of his blows, he wasn’t sure he’d have all of his limbs intact. “Amokan is scary,” he admitted.

  “You did well,” Sonarot said, brushing his wet hair.

  Adam looked down towards Lanarot, who was sug on a ribbon. He reached down with a finger. “Did you see?” Adam asked as Lanarot reached up to grab his finger. “Y brother won.”

  At the end of the fight, a few Iyrmen children flocked to him. Some of them were shouting at him in their nguage, which he now uood.

  “Pat my head!”

  “Give me ribbon!”

  “Tell me your story!”

  “I want to fight too!”

  “Magic me! Magic me!”

  One, a young boy with bck hair and blue eyes, was staring at his sword. “ I hold your sword, please?” he asked in Aldspeak.

  “Sure,” Adam said, handing the sword over.

  The boy stared at it long and hard, rubbing his hand tenderly along it.

  “Do you like swords?” Adam asked.

  “Yes,” the boy replied, not even looking up at him. He was enamoured by the bde, and refused to look away even for a sed.

  Adam caught Jurot’s eyes. The Iyrman nodded his head, and Adam returned a nod.

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  If Amokan nded a si, it would have been rough.

  Ilyakating going with her handsome cousin now.