I didn't spend all my time at the Trevelyan's home. I was hired as a Bodyguard and Heavy Lifter, after all. Which meant I traveled with Malcolm every few days when he got a shipment he needed delivered.

Also, turns out horses did not like me. Seriously. I got within five feet of Holly the cart puller and she freaked the fuck out. Which is understandable. Sharks are predators, after all. Even if I'd never eaten a horse before and never would.

The family found it funny as hell, though.

I ended up having to stand to the right of the horse, so she could keep an eye on me and learn to see me as a non-threat. It took a few trips and a bandit attack before she saw me as trustworthy, but it was worth it. There weren't many chances back on Earth to ever interact with a horse, so I was almost giddy when Holly let me pet her for the first time.

It was during our travel away from home (when did I start referring to the Trevelyan homestead as home?) that Malcolm and I began hearing the worrying rumors that there have been Darkspawn spotted above ground and that there have even been attacks.

I'd been with the Trevelyan's for about half a year at this point, so they'd become family to me. As I'd pointed out in the previous Entry. They were mine, and I'd fight and kill who I must protect them.

And yes, I do kill. A hero's hands aren't always clean. Even heroes like All Might and Deku have bloodied hands. Because sometimes, there is no other way or because there are accidents. This is another thing I stress to the kids. A hero's life isn't always Gold and Glory.

It can be harsh and mean and it can beat and batter a person's will and break them if they aren't careful. They could become the monster they hunt if they let it.

Also, apparently, they didn't know I could sing? Whoops. Apparently, I haven't sung once since I got here. Which is odd, since I usually sing when there's silence. And unlike Earth, there isn't a constant background of music to listen to. So I sang to them Summertime Record, The "Common" version by Jubyphonic.

It was a rather old song, but it was a good one.

Then came Maxwell's birthday. "So, when is your birthday?" He had asked as he stuffed his face with the cake Maxine and I had made earlier.

I had hummed, "Um, shit, I'm not that good with your calendar yet, so Month 8, day 25. I'll be turning 132."

They all stopped what they were doing and they seemed split on what to say, "You're 131?" "Your birthday is in three days?"

"Yes. And I guess, Yes?" I wasn't sure about the second, but I was inclined to believe them.

"Holy Shit, your old!" Maxwell exclaimed. Maxine let out a scandalized gasp, "Maxwell!" The boy winced and pointed at me, "It's her fault!"

"I know it's her fault! But that doesn't mean it's okay!" Maxine scolded.

"Did you know, that back home, cursing is actually a proven way to relieve stress?" I announced, "And since he's too young to do the sideways dance, it could stave off any, I dunno, Anger issues from puberty?" eh, she tried. (Not that the cursing helped Bakugo, any. The fucking ass.)

Maxine gave me a pissed off look. "I don't care!" I suddenly got the impression that Maxine was raised a noble or something. I was pretty sure only they had problems with letting loose and cursing up a storm for no other reason than that they were annoyed.