Caseus "Soup" Cuvier was 4 years old when he first fell into a boiling cauldron of soup. He couldn't reach over the edge even on his tippy toes to steal a spoonful. While his grandmother was busy chopping vegetables at the bench beside him in their bone and hide hut, he quietly picked up her stool and brought it over. Right as his spoon touched the flavoured water his grandmother turned to throw in some root vegetables and bumped him, a quick scream from both of them and he was fully submerged in the roiling liquid.
It was delicious.
He sucked in a mouthful and swallowed and let out a laugh under the water. A second later a large ladel hooked under him and pulled him out, his whole body steaming. His grandmother was screaming but a quick thinker and carried him to a water trough in the backyard and dumped him in, muddying the water with a cloud of soup. As he stood up and shook off the water, unharmed and laughing hysterically, she stared in shock and horror.
It wasn't the last time he swam in the cauldron.
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Bright Eyes
Teen FictionIn a war-torn world where your eye color controls all, a boy with captivating eyes discovers his extraordinary powers. As he battles on the front lines, he confronts the moral dilemmas of war and struggles to control his gifts. Will he use his magic...
