Umed Mullen: Black Metal P6
Xavair sat up to the table with his Uncle Kenteth.
"So," Kenteth said "you have any strange dreams lately."
"Nah." Xavair said staring at the table full of eggs, bacon, and bread.
"Thats odd you usually tell me all about your dreams," Kenteth replied eating a bagel " with such vivid detail too."
"I just can't remember," Xavair said staring at his plate.
"Maybe If you eat something you'll remember." Kenteth suggested.
"No thanks Im not hungry," Xavair said " so whats going on in the war."
"Dont worry about that," assured Kenteth " Im sure things are fine."
"No they are NOT!" Xavair stood up from his seat, "You never tell me anything you always hide it from me saying i'm too young, they could be breaking through our defences right now and you tell me its okay! I want to know whats going on RIGHT NOW!"
Kenteth looked at his four-and-a-half year old nephew he had expected mature words but not this. "Xavair Sabre! It is not your business to know what goes outside these walls and I better not ever catch you outside these walls EVER!"
Xavair sat back down in his seat and lowered his head he placed his hands on the then muttered, "Evidently your not doing a good job."
"What was that?" Kenteth asked.
"Nothing," Xavair put on his best smile, "Can I get my sword so I can practice, please?"
"Yes, I was expecting more company," Kenteth looked at the empty seats around the table, "but I guess you can go practice but eat something first."
Xavair grabbed a muffin and shoved in his mouth as he ran out.
"You better swallow that!" Kenteh yelled out the door. " That kid is something else."
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