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Literature

Chapter 8

“Okay, Y’asabu, I know we haven’t gotten… along these years, but we’ll have to work together for the sake of the clan, okay?” Y’asabu merely snorted and turned his back on Inzo, earning a groan of dismay from the young Sangheili. They only had three days before the race, and Y’asabu didn’t seem willing to cooperate. He didn’t know if it was to spite him, or he simply didn’t like him. Inzo was starting to think it was a combination of both factors. The council had decreed it last night, apparently on suggestion from his father. Inzo still had a hard time believing it, conside

Literature

The Healing Process Log# 7- An Apology

Admittedly, Tark was caught off guard when the nanny informed them that Dad wished to speak to him and his siblings. He didn’t know how to take the news after he just left them, leaving Tark alone with the responsibility of looking after his younger siblings. He didn’t want to go, he almost didn’t, but Aiko insisted. “We haven’t seen him for days.” she said. “And what makes you think he’s not just going to yell at us for something? As of late, it seems to be the only he does the few times we do see him.” Tark murmured. Eventually, he only agreed in order to support Aiko and Ven; the latter was especially anxious. As soon as they entered their parents’ room, Tark noticed something different about his father. He didn’t look upset or in a bad mood like those other times. No, this time he seemed... sad, but resigned. His eyes were glossy and a bit redder than normal. Had he been weeping? But what caught his attention was the pink smeet basket on the bed. Tark’s lekku twitched in