Talon;
I heard a clatter and glanced up towards the house. "Told you he'd drop it!" Adron yelled.
I sighed and bent over, pulling the potatoes from the ground. I kept going until my basket was full and my back ached. I opened the back door into the kitchen, seeing Eren and Renon washing the wooden utensils. I set the potatoes on the counter, making sure to jog Eren with my elbow on the way.
"Ow! Watch it!"
I glared at him, kicking his shin when I walked by. "Runt," I growled as I started up the creaking stairs.
He muttered something I couldn't hear and I tripped, bruising my ribs. "What did you say?!"
"Nothing," he replied lightly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I huffed and stood, continuing to the room I shared with Breen. I flopped down onto my cot, groaning softly. Seven day would be here soon and Roden would be taken to be the new Seer.
But his powers hadn't risen yet, and Mam was worried.
I should consult the Varlas.
Shrugging, I fell into a restless sleep.
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The Eighth Son
FantasyThe eighth son of a seventh son. He isn't supposed to have the power. The seventh son doesn't know why his power is late in coming. But Eren does. He knows why Roden cant use it. Because it was given to him instead. The eighth son. The flaw. The day...
