The battles, the Council, the Shield, the lights, it all seems so trivial now. The time for hoping I could go back to a normal life after this first fire business is long past gone now. Not now, after what I’ve seen.
The town was attacked by reefclaws, apparently displaced by the tsunami, and Jaden, Dazen, Vin, and Arius used their powers and “key” items out in the open. They beat back the attack long enough for reinforcements to arrive and, with Seesha’s help, saved a good many of the hovel folk. It was after the attack that everyone was gathering in the Triangle again. That’s when it really started.
After the lights stopped I was invited to join the Terrings. I was nervous. Was I to be chastised in public? Cast out perhaps? No, Ulerth was eerily pleased with me and congratulated me. Then the whole family joined in applause. It was all too much, this praise. Then it hit me. Their faces seemed to dance in the shadows forming wicked caricatures. The smiles surrounding me looked more like the bared fangs of a hungry wolf than a proud mother. These people, most of my family, something about them seemed twisted just then, off, wrong, unnerving. I was lost among them as if I’d wandered into a putrescent swamp and just as I was about to break down it was gone and there they were, smiling at me, no eyes harboring anything but good will. I had to excuse myself to gather my bearings. For whatever reason, some of them, my parents, Bom, were like a break in the shadows from that dark canopy that nearly swallowed me up.
Back home I was congratulated again. I think my father really is proud. He had a new hammer crafted for me. It’s like a work of art. Just then I thought that maybe he and I could get back to the way it was.
Then it was off to join a privileged council of elders as apparently I was moving up in the world here. But at this council it was revealed that my family generally looked at my own lineage as a lesser one, a human offshoot. So it was surprising that I had manifested…abilities. For the Terrings have been harboring a secret, sworn to silence, an oath that I was, perhaps foolishly, all too willing to break.