Eren;
"You."
I shook my head furtively. "No. I'm the eighth."
"Give me your hand." I shook my head and the Seeker grabbed my sleeve roughly, cutting away the fabric over my palm. He frowned at the scar on my hand, looking up at me."How?" He asked. "You are the eighth."
He touched my forehead and I stumbled back, his grip the only thing keeping me from falling. The world turned blue and images flashed across my vision. Burning pain spread across my forehead.
Then it faded and and my chest heaved as my sight cleared. "How is this possible?" He asked me.
"How is what possible?" Roden asked. "He is the Seer?" Eldrok nodded.
"Eldrok, I'm sorry," I said quietly. His looked back at me.
"You know who I am. What did you see?"
I shook my head. "I don't know."
"You are the Seer. This is not possible."
"It seems to be," I replied, eyes downcast.
"Well, then he must be killed!" Adron insisted.
Eldrok looked over me. "It seems he must."
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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...
