!!hAxKShXKS9j 11/18/11(Fri)05:57 No.16954260|
No one answers and the Patriarch sighs, "Everyone back to your quarters. We're going into lockdown." He said and ordered his two bodyguards to clean the mess up.
Weeks pass again, this time, however, you don't have the free time to train and just hone your skills. The Patriarch seems to have found a special place for you in his heart for doing mundane and boring, but extremely lengthy work.
You celebrate your thirteenth birthday in the field with a distant cousin who at least was kind enough to bring a candle for you and have you blow it out. The two of you spend the night conversing lightly, eyes trained on the work as you get off your seventh week straight of sentry work. You're strung out and exhausted, and when you return home your Father stops you.
"My son...come, we need to speak, let's away to the lakeside." Once there, under cover of night and stealth, the two of you sit together and he speaks, "I fear the Patriarch, in his wisdom, is misusing your talents." He said gently and very carefully, "As a result..." he mused, "I will take you with me on my next mission. You and I are to go perform a long-term reconnaissance mission in the Land of Earth, operating on the fringes of their clans and taking careful note. Additionally, it will give us a chance to bond as Father and Son." He said, crossing his arms, "I warn you, however, it will be unlike anything you've ever done before. You will have to see me no longer as just your father, but as your partner. You and I will rely on one another, and I trust you to be the adult I know you are."