Omen: 16, 18

Adam stared at the numbers, wondering if they meant he would truly have good luck today. He sighed, getting up, before thinking about the night before. Jurot had also named the Dragons, having six names prepared, all of which ended with the Rot family name.

‘I’m going to die of stress at this rate…’

Adam went to enchant, aiming to make another Greater Enhanced weapon for the Iyr.

Meanwhile, Jurot had gone to meet with his grandfather in the morning, hours before he would need to cut down the trees. His axe almost struck his grandfather’s neck, but the old man stepped aside with more agility than his age might suggest, before he struck Jurot with the handle of his axe, forcing the young Iyrman back.

“You might have become an Expert, but you are still a few decades from trying to beat me,” Jarot said, smirking at the boy.

Churot watched from nearby, writing in his book, answering the questions the Elders had prepared for him.

“Again,” Jurot urged, standing up, panting deeply.

“No, it is enough for today,” Jarot said, slipping his axe into the strap at his side.

“Again,” Jurot repeated, raising his shield.

Jarot raised his brow. His grandson usually obeyed him without a word. “Do you think it is easy for me to fight you while holding back? We have fought enough, and you have work to do still.” Jarot dismissed Jurot with his single hand.

Jurot sighed, before placing his axe and shield aside. “Yes, grandfather.”

“Hmph. How could you request such a thing of me when you have not brought those children to me. You even dared to name them after me? How could you do such a thing? Am I dead to you? What kind of grandson do I have?”

Jurot retreated away, making his way to work, his grandfather’s gaze across his back. Jarot sighed, stretching out his arms, feeling how much it ached from the bout. He was eager to stretch out his muscles, so when his grandson had come asking for some sparring, he instantly accepted.

“You are too eager, my little Jurot,” Jarot said, wondering when the darkness in Jurot’s heart would disappear. He reached for his own chest, looking to Churot, who was working on dealing with logistics for the Iyr. ‘Must you all fly away so quickly?’

Adam returned from his enchanting to see three figures he hadn’t seen before. They stood tall and strong, strength which was unmatched. He hadn’t seen them before in his life, he was certain. They had such strong horns at the sides of their heads, which would skewer any man apart. Indeed, if they so wished, they could have wreaked havoc upon the Iyr with no one able to stop them.

‘So cute!’ Adam thought. ‘My children are so cute!’

The three Dragons had turned to face him when he had approached the Elder’s estate, each standing while using their tails as support whilst they were getting used to their new bodies. They held tiny bumps on their heads which slightly pushed up their hair. Silver scales shone brightly from on their necks and down their backs and the backs of their hands and arms too. Their ears were leaf shaped, like his own.

Adam lifted the smallest, the boy, up, and pulled him to his chest. “Who is this cute little boy? How can you be so adorable?”

The boy smiled and nestled his head into his father’s chest, purring again as he had when he was a Dragon.

Entalia cleared her throat, causing Adam to snap his head to her. He hadn’t noticed that any of the others were around, having tunnel vision for his three children, with his daughters grabbing at his leg.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hmph,” the woman grumbled. “Since my work here is done, I’ll be leaving.” She needed to leave quickly, before the Iyr thought she had any sort of attachment to the children.

“Entalia, wait,” Adam called as she began storming off.

“What is it?”

“Did you have any ideas about the weapon you wanted?”

Entalia turned, staring at Adam awkwardly. ‘Right, that’s why I came here…’ “I did.”

“What is it?”

The woman looked at the children, then back to him. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I only owe you a couple, but… I’ll trade you five.”

“Five?” Entalia asked, though she wasn’t stupid enough to refuse.

“You’ve given me these three priceless treasures, so I should at least give you three trinkets.”

Entalia smiled. “Very well, Adam. Take good care of… your children.”

“Yeah,” Adam said, watching as she swiftly left. A number of Iyrmen flanked her to escort her out. They hadn’t spent much time together, but Adam was glad she had come. ‘I should be nicer to her from now on.’

“Oh,” Jaygak said, frowning.

“What?” Adam asked, holding his three children in his arms, carrying them into the estate.

“They do have horns.”

Adam smiled. “They do, don’t they?”

“I can’t believe you’re so lucky.”

Adam kissed his children’s foreheads. “That’s right. Daddy is so lucky to have you all.”

The children nestled against Adam once more, wrapping themselves around him. Two against his arms, another around his neck, resting her head against his throat.

Jurot’s eyes flashed across the children’s faces. ‘Ah. They are your children.’ Jurot felt a great relief, but not because he had confirmed their parentage, but that he did not care if they shared Adam’s blood.

“We should go to the family estate,” Jurot said, feeling the sick to the stomach. He had to do it again. “I have to speak with grandfather and you should introduce your children.”

Adam swallowed once more, staring at his brother, who sat with his arms crossed. “Alright.”

“I will go too,” Turot said. “I have to speak with grandfather.”

“What do you want to talk to him about?” Adam asked.

“Adam is a very strong man, very handsome,” Turot declared.

Adam smiled, cocking his head slightly in confusion. “Thank you?”

Turot smiled.

“Okay,” Jurot said, before getting up to lead them to the estate.

Adam first checked on his Goblin children, thanking his Aunts and Uncles for looking after them, before they made their way out.

Turot followed beside Adam, looking up at the Dragons now and again. ‘My nieces and nephew are Dragons…’ The boy felt the light sensation in his stomach.

Adam noted the looks of some of the Iyrmen who were out and about walking, noting the Half Elf and then the children, who were undoubtedly Half Dragons.

The Rot family was in the middle of dinner when the group approached. Sarot, Tarot and Zirot, and Jarot and Mulrot were there.

“Hello there,” Adam called, trying to hide his nerves by making a joke only he would understand.

“What are my three grandsons doing here?” Jarot asked, motioning a hand to invite them to sit nearby. “Who are these three cute little children?” ‘Are they Half Dragons?’

“Aren’t they cute?” Adam asked, sitting down with his children all against him. “They’re the cutest, you know? They’re my children.”

“How did you manage to have Dragon children?” Jarot asked. The true story had only been revealed to a handful of people, and only a handful more knew that they were Adam’s children by blood, even if they were from another world.

“Is that important?” Adam asked, brushing the children’s hair. “Isn’t it most important that my children are just cute?”

The Half Dragon children looked around curiously, spying all the Iyrmen as they clutched at their father’s robes, not wanting to leave him. “Speaking of which, Jurot named all my children.”

“What are their names?” Jarot asked, knowing the name of the other children, but not yet these little youngsters.

“Konarot, Kirot, Karot…” Adam said, cautiously.

“Did you have other children?” Jarot asked, trying not to give anything away. “Have you named them yet?”

“Well, Jurot named them, and…” Adam looked to Jurot for support, but he only bowed his head. “Jirot and Jarot.”

“You dared to name a child after me while I was still alive?” Jarot asked. “Is he as cute as these greatchildren? No, even if he is so cute, how could you do such a thing when I have not died?”

“Jurot was the one to name them, not me,” Adam retorted.

“Hmph. Since he is no doubt so cute, I will forgive you, but only once I have held him.” Jarot looked to the other older Iyrmen, the hint of a smirk on his face. After all, none of the children had been named after them.

Adam smiled nervously. “Well…”

“Yes?” Jarot asked.

“They’re my kids and I’m not really sure how that works,” Adam admitted. “I’m a Nephew of the Rot family, and I’m also Jurot’s brother. I’m not really sure if they can take the Rot family name, but Jurot named them, so…”

“Kona, Ki, Ka,” Jarot said. “They are good names.” The stories already came to his mind. Jarot reached over and brushed the boy’s hair, who hid away shyly. Konarot, the oldest, began to purr angrily.

“What is the matter my little greatdaughter?” Jarot asked. “Did you want me to brush your hair too?” Jarot reached over to brush her hair, but as he tried to do so, she snapped her teeth at him.