The sudden rain fell across the Iyr. There were very few who uood the sorrow which was the rain, but there were some Iyrmen who uood that the time had e. The Iyr had ged over the course of the entire year, all for this very moment.

  The rain fell atop Sarot’s shoulders, and he knew he could finally say it. “I have to go.” He stood, turning to look at the family members around him.

  Jarot and Mulrot looked up at him, and seeing the look within his eyes, they bowed their heads. Sarot had little time to do what he had to, so quickly made his way out of the family estate, while Mulrot prepared the items he needed.

  He had someone he o speak with before he left.

  “Adam,” Sarot called, drenched in the rain as he ehe shared family estate. “We must talk.”

  Adam looked up at the older Iyrman from uhe shelter which had been hastily formed to protect them uhe rain. He followed the Iyrman out, allowing himself to get wet uhe rain.

  “I will be going.”

  “Going?”

  “Yes. I will go, and as a pilr of the Rot family, I will be no more.”

  Adam furrowed his brows, trying to uand what the old Iyrman was telling him. Sarot was one of the most powerful Rot family members, and he was going? He’d be no more? “Is it because of Strom?”

  Sarot smiled. “We must know what we must know. I know that I must leave. I must give my life so that the Iyr may tio thrive. I give my life, representing the e family, whicludes your children.”

  Adam wasn’t sure what to say from the sudden words. plicated feelings swirled within him. “Thank you.”

  “When my brother asked you to e and see us every m, he asked me to speak with you more often. I refused. It was not because I did not wish to speak with you, but there was no need for me, who was leaving soon, to approach you so suddenly. I do not know what you think of me. Perhaps you think poorly of me because of what we did to your children. I do not know, and it is not that I do not care, but it is through my as I show you what I am, not my words.”

  Adam slowly bowed his head, uanding what Sarot was getting at.

  “It is shameful for me to ask, but when Jarot or Jirot have a child, will you name oer me?” Sarot asked.

  Adam slowly nodded his head, feeling his throat tighten up.

  The old man smiled. “It is a shame I will not be able to see them grow. I worry for them because of my brother, but since you are their father, I have o worry.”

  Adam nodded again, blinking away the sting within his eyes. “Yeah.”

  Sarot pced a hand on his shoulder. “I regret that we did not grow closer. You, who have done so much for our family, should not have had to worry about your children or your pce within our family.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” Adam replied, clearing his throat.

  The drums began to echh the Iyr, and Sarot looked up, towards the falling rain. “e, Adam.”

  Sarot led Adam back to the Rot family estate, where all the Rot family members had gathered. Many of the children stood within the courtyard, while the adults remained outside. The children were unsure of what was happening, gng around, before seeing one of their elders appear with a Half Elf.

  “I must go,” Sarot said. “Baktu calls for me, and I must ahe call.” The children swarmed him, and Sarot embraced them all, hugging clusters of the children, who were excitedly bbbering against him.

  “You will not shame us,” Cirot said, embrag her grandfather.

  “We will not shame you,” Sirot said, embrag her grandfather.

  “If you have said it, then it must be true,” Sarot assured, rubbing their heads.

  Sonarot and Mirot had appeared, bringing with them Lanarot, the triplets, and Gurot, who was g due being awoken from his slumber.

  “You cry so well,” Sarot said, rubbing the boy’s head as he cried. This boy would not remember him, just like the pair of twins who had been accepted into the family only retly.

  Sarot approached the twins, who stared up at him. He rubbed their heads gently, and they squirmed against his touch, but smiled up at him. “You must grow well, little Jirot, little Jarot.”

  “They will stay small and cute forever,” his eldest brother, Jarot, stated.

  Sarot bowed his head, not wanting to rebuke his eldest brother, not at this time.

  “You must tell Jurot that I will await for news of his Diamond Rank ih,” he said, embrag Nirot.

  “Okay,” Nirot promised.

  He embraced his nieces and oo, as well as his only son, Fakrot. “You must fill in the hole I have left.”

  “I will.”

  “I hope that Cirot and Sirot will marry soon, and have many children,” Sarot said.

  “That is more difficult to promise.”

  Sarot smiled, before he theo embrace his sisters, Mulrot and Zirot, before Jarot and Tarot stepped away with him.

  “If I had not lost this arm of mi would have been me,” Jarot said, hugging his brother, patting his back gently.

  “I will be uo spoil them, but this glory will be all mine,” Sarot said.

  Tarot hugged his brother too. “I will take your role, brother.”

  “Do as you have always, Tarot,” Sarot said. “I will think no less of you.”

  “You will thier of me if I do?” Tarot asked, before the pair smiled at one another.

  “There will be another Sarot who will support the Rot family soon,” Sarot said, taking his brother’s hands in his own. “You must wash away the shame that I was uo.”

  “What shame do you have?” Jarot asked. “You have gone for them, and they will know that when they are older.”

  “Sihey will not remember me, you must tell them my stories.”

  “I will,” Jarot promised.

  Tarot nodded, and watched as his brother returned back to the family estate.

  Sarot ed a heavy cloak around himself, and Mulrot pced a scarf around his shoulders, before kissing his forehead. He donned his shield, which was blue, the colour of his family tattoo, and raised his axe. The Iyrmen cheered and cpped, f a pathway to allow him to leave, and he walked out to see the other families and their Grandmasters stepping out.

  He eventually met with Rangak, Anakan, and Xaool, the Grandmasters who had been born from their elder sibling’s retirement. He raised his axe towards them, and they raised their own ons, causing the Iyrmen around them to cheer.

  They marched their way along the roads, each funnelling towards a se within the Iyr where Elder Wrath would call for them to meet. Yet, it was not Elder Wrath aiting for them, but Elder Peace, who wore a red bracelet, along with dozens of Shamans.

  As they approached, they realised it was not a red bracelet, but a snake.

  The Shamans called out the names of the Iyrmen who had been chosen, and handed out a magic on to them, each with at least a Basitment.

  Lokat handed Sarot an axe made of deathsteel. “Your Nephew ented this axe.”

  Sarot held the axe tight within his axe, feeling the uneasy chill from the steel. “I will not shame him.”

  The Iyrmen gathered together, while Elder Shaman stepped up to begin the prayers. The prayer was a tale of old, of the First Iyrmen, and the Mother who had saved them. She spoke of the history of the Iyrmen, from the Bckwater Crisis, to the most ret days.

  Rukhs dove down towards the group, before veering off to one side. More than a hundred rukhs had been gathered, one for each Grandmaster. As night fell, the Iyrmen approached the rukhs, which could go fight toe to toe with a Dragon. They leapt onto the creatures, which screeched with a wicked scream, before they shot upwards like loosened bolts.

  A rge, red serpent darted around the rukhs, before leading them forward. The sky shattered, thunder rumbled, and lightning fell, for an instant illuminating the force of Iyrmen which had gathered, and as they approached the crack, they disappeared.

  Those within the Iyr jolted, as the temperature dropped, and the fort which the Iyr had provided them, suddenly vanished.

  Lanarot looked up towards her brother, who had stopped reading the book, his eyes staring at the closed window, sho his face. The girl began to cry, as did many of the young children all across the Iyr.

  Sonarot picked Lanarot up, who tio screed cry, while Adam covered his shuddering triplets.

  “What happened?” Adam asked, looking to his Aunt.

  “We must know what we must know,” Sonarot said, who, as the Family Head, knew nothing about what just happened.

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