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Casseth flung himself back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Another trip home and still, his mom and sister weren’t there. Why did they keep missing them? He frowned as he tossed three small rocks up into the air, snatching at them with his magic. Two of the three rocks fell, landing on the bed next to him. Cas frowned again, wishing he could get the hang of his magic better. He let the other rock fall down to the bed as he rolled over onto his side, pushing at the small stones. He had hoped his mom would be home so he could tell her the news. However, they had arrived home to an empty house. Even the other kehora were gone.

“Casseth!” His father’s voice traveled up the steps and into Cas’ room. His head shot up at the sound. “Come down here, please.” Cas snatched up his stones, stashing them into his pocket before jumping up from the bed and hurrying down the steps. He came up short as he saw the frown on his dad’s face. Did his dad not even know where his sister and mom were? Kilian forced a smile onto his face as he spotted Cas. “There you are. I had hoped to wait for your mother and sister to be home for this…but we’ve waited long enough and you’re getting older. You need to choose your weapon.”

Cas’ eyebrows shot up at the word weapon. He was going to pick a weapon out today? A grin broke out on his face as he looked around. “Where are they?” His grin turned into a small pout as he realized there were no weapons around. Was his dad going to make him choose without being able to see them? His gaze shot back to Kilian, questioning as his brows knit together in a frown.

Kilian couldn’t hold back a laugh, shaking his head at his eager son. “They’re in the barn, with Amadia.” They put their cloaks on and Kilian led the way to the barn. The trip was a short one but the frigid air of Aisko called for warm clothes even if you were only spending a minute or so outside. Amadia rested in the alcove, her feet hanging over the edge of the ledge as she watched Kilian enter with Casseth. “Here,” Kilian said as he stepped to the side and motioned forward. On a stand stood four weapons; a wand, sword, bow and an axe. “Choose wisely. Whatever you decide will be with you for the rest of your life. You may carry other weapons, but the one you choose today will be special. A bit of you will merge with the weapon, so to speak. In a way, it will be connected to you.”

Cas’ eyes traveled over each weapon, pausing at each one as he recalled what each class they belonged to. The sword, a warrior’s weapon and the one that both his parents wielded. A wand, a magic user. He wrinkled his nose up at this. He didn’t need the wand. He already had his magic, so what would be the point, other than being able to control the powers of a diabi or an aedaun. Both of them would war against either side of his bloodline. A bow, a weapon that seemed so light and airy, something that took grace. Casseth definitely didn’t have grace.

Finally, his gaze fell to the axe. Tough and powerful it almost called out to him. Cas remembered back to one of the last times he had seen Lith. He had saved his friend, grabbing a small hatchet as he’d raced out into the cold aisko air to help. The axe had just felt right. He stepped forward, reaching his hand out to run along the blade, being careful to not cut himself in the process. Energy seemed to flow through him. Something about the blunt blade spoke to him, called to him. He wrapped his fingers around the haft, a smile forming on his lips. Yes, this was his weapon. This was what he was meant to be, a barbarian. Deep inside, Cas just knew this was the path he was supposed to take. “This one dad. This is it.” Cas brought the weapon up off the rack, grinning at just how right everything felt at that moment. Kilian crossed his arms, smiling as he watched how much Cas thoroughly enjoyed choosing his own weapon.

I met a female dovaa. Her name is Chelle and she travels with the gypsies. The reason we met was because she stole my stones from me. My stones? Really? When I caught up with her and stopped her she told me she had just been practicing. There was something about her. Almost as if she didn't belong with the gypsies.

Lithian! Finally, after missing each other many times we finally met up. I was so happy to see him again and it was as if we had never parted for six months.

Stupid hair. Stupid people and their opinions. I finally got fed up enough and decided to cut my own hair. Lithian was with me and he must not have liked what I was doing. He ran off and got scissors from someone and proceeded to help me cut my hair. I have a mohawk now. Sooo much better than that floofy mess!