Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

[1081] – Y05.081 – Vengeance I

[1081] – Y05.081 – Vengeance I

“Come here, you silly boy!” Lanarot called, holding out her a cup towards her nephew.

Karot blinked, walking over to her, sipping from the cup as she held the back of his head. “Thank you, kako.”

Lanarot brushed his hair and his cheek. “My handsome boy, how can you make me worry like this?”

“Sorry...” Karot looked up towards the sky again.

“Is beautiful cloud.” Lanarot nodded her head as she stared at the cloud, which darkened.

“It will rain?”

“It will rain, it will rain,” Lanarot said, clasping her hands behind her back. “Is a good day for fighting.”

“I do not want to fight...” Karot pouted.

“How you cannot fight? You are Iyrman!” Lanarot pulled the boy to her chest, brushing his hair. “If you do not want to fight, I will fight.”

“Kako, you will be safe?” Karot asked, his lower lip quivering.

“You silly boy! You know who I am?” Lanarot planted a kiss on his forehead. “I am papa’s kaka.”

“Kako!” Konarot called, before pointing towards the ball to the side. “Nana say we can play with ball.”

“If nana say it, nana say it,” the girl said, feigning wisdom beyond her years, before the girl charged towards the ball and picked it up. “Who will go first?”

“Karot, you go first?” Kirot asked.

“I want to look at cloud,” the boy admitted.

“I look at cloud too?” Kirot asked.

Karot smiled. “Okay.”

“I look at cloud,” Konarot said.

Lanarot sighed. “How you can all be so cute?”

Fonasen smiled, watching over the children who played so well together. “He has corrupted his sister this much?”

Sonarot couldn’t help but to smile, beaming as she sipped her tea. “She will grow up to cause so much trouble.”

“She takes after you,” Fonasen agreed, doing her best to hide her smirk. “You should bring Jirot and Jarot.”

“I cannot take them from their mother...” Sonarot placed down her cup. “She worries for Adam.”

“Does she know?”

“I cannot tell her.”

“She is your daughter too.”

“Do I need to worry when father is there?”

“Since your father is there, you should worry further.”

Sonarot smiled wide, the woman revealing the exhaustion upon her face finally. “You do not know it, sister.”

Fonasen fell silent. ‘I do not know it?’

As Sonarot teased her sister, her daughter finished her prayers with her twins. She held the pair upon her lap as they each spoke the words of the light prayer, placing a bead into the small tub with each light prayer, until their hands were finally empty.

“I am done!” Jirot declared.

“Shh,” Vonda hushed the small girl. “Jarot is almost done.”

“Ope!” Jirot clasped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, mummy.” Her voice was barely a whisper, her ears drooping slightly, but they raised upon seeing her mother’s radiant smile.

Jarot glared at his beads as he prayed, slow and deliberate, each word thought upon. He closed his eyes, seeing the faces of his father, his greatfather, and his uncle. “Mother’s blessings upon you.” ‘Mother’s blessings upon you. Mother’s blessings upon you.’ It was only after he had said and thought of the prayer three times that the boy placed down the beads. He thought of Lucy and Mara too, and the others who had left.

The boy closed his eyes, clutching his beads tighter in hand. ‘I did not say it! Come home safely!’

They were completely oblivious to the explosion within the fort so many miles away.

Vice Commander Hugo hesitated for a moment, his eyes looking through time. In that moment of hesitation, he had lost his chance to step forward to meet the Mad Dog, and the song of steel striking steel echoed through the air.

The Vice Commander blinked, unsure of what that had to do with using an axe or shield.

“Little Jarot... he calls me baba,” Gorot said, holding his shark blade over his shoulder, as though carrying a sack. He closed his eyes, recalling the boy’s amber eyes staring up at him so shyly. Though his name was Jarot, he was so unlike the old man. The boy, he was too small, too sweet, and too shy.

‘It is your baba,’ Mirot had said.

Jarot hid herself within his nano’s bosom.

‘Baba?’ Jirot asked. ‘How you can be baba?’

‘He is my husband.’

Jirot gasped, almost dropping her bottle of milk. ‘Why?’

‘I married him?’

‘Why?’

‘He is so handsome.’ Mirot smiled in the beautiful way that she did, and Gorot’s heart had stirred once more.

Jirot stared up at Gorot long and hard, judging him. ‘Baba is handsome?’

‘I think he is.’

‘Baba is strong?’

‘He is a little bit strong?’ Mirot said.

‘Baba is little bit handsome.’ The girl cackled, causing her brother to cackle too, before the boy gasped, staring up at Gorot, before beginning to cry.

‘You should smile more,’ Mirot had warned him later that evening.

‘You prefer it when I do not.’

Mirot let out a defeated sigh, one of the very few within their marriage. ‘Since my Jarot is so cute when he cries, I will allow it.’

The Vice Commander wasn’t sure what Gorot was talking about exactly, but the one thing he did know, was that whatever the Iyrman was thinking, it had enraged him so much, he almost chopped the Vice Commander’s neck clean with his jagged blade. Sir Hugo barely managed to catch the blade with his own, his blade nestled within the teeth of the wicked blade.

“Remember the name of Jarot!” Gorot snarled. “For it was Jarot who has sent Esme to Baktu’s embrace, and my Jarot who will send you to meet with her.”

‘What?’ Hugo thought, his eyes growing wide, feeling a sharp pain flowing through him.

The tears streamed down Gorot’s face, his eyes pure white, his entire body red hot.

‘Cucumber,’ Gurot had said, chewing it slowly.

‘Where did you find it?’

‘Kaza give me cucumber.’ The boy smiled so radiantly, as he always did when speaking of his cousin.

‘Do you like cucumbers?’

‘I like cucumbers, but I like kaza more.’

‘...’

Little Gurot smiled even brighter. ‘Daddy?’

‘Yes?’

‘I like daddy more than cucumber.’

‘I love you too, Gurot.’

Of all the memories Gorot could recall while risking his life, there were so many greater than the half eaten cucumber his son had shared with him.

Well...

It was the most delicious cucumber, and the tears which followed when Gurot realised there was no more cucumber left, was the most delicious dessert.

It was a dessert he could only appreciate because his nephew had been raised so well.

‘He is definitely the Mad Dog’s son!’ Sir Hugo thought, seeing the wild grin upon Gorot’s face.

When a man's wife prays for him, it's scary.

When a man's wife prays for his enemies, it's terrifying.