Juli and Mother were holding hands. He didn't want to let go of Mother, didn't want to lose her too. Then the Keeper, Omar, was walking towards them, Juli sat up on his bed.
"How are you son?" Omar looked at Juli with compassion, and wove his fingers with each other.
"Fine." Juli looked at him with contempt. Juli did not like the man, he was a mage. "Son, I know this must be hard for you , is hard for all of us—"
"Don't call me son. Only Father and Mother can call me that."
Omar understood why Juli was being petulant— his father was killed by one of his kind. Omar stayed calm and patient, "I know you must hate me right now, but one day you'll understand that not all mages are as evil as you may think."
Juli was surprised that Omar knew his thoughts, he felt annoyed by this. Omar started away from Juli, out of his tent. Cathy let out a small grin— almost laughter. Juli was surprised. He thought he'll be in trouble for this, but Mother was rather pleased. Juli frowned upon Mother's unexpected smile. "Arrogant bastard." Cathy whispered to Juli.
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The Youth of the Dalish: A Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Story
FanfictionEver wondered what is like to be an eight-year-old and also a Dalish in the world of Dragon Age? If you have, then you probably want to accompany Juli, a Dalish kid, who happens to be a archer prodigy on this ordeal. Follow him on a journey where he...
