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Arthedor, the 11 year old son of Kalmar, sat in a field and picked daisies. His plan was to make a bouquet out of them, and give them to his mother with a sincere apology, and then, Bam! No more being grounded. He hoped.

He heard soft feet approaching, then looked up to see Itzel, his 9 year old sister. Her dark hair waved in the wind, and her bright blue eyes shone with sympathy.

"Hey, Arthie! I heard you got grounded," she said.

Arthedor rolled his eyes at her.

"Yeah, for helping you!"

Itzel smiled.

"Well, at least you were able to help me feed Kinckle," she said brightly.

Arthedor sighed. "How am I supposed to explain that I was literally covering for you sneaking an entire meatloaf out of the kitchen for a stray cat!?"

Itzel giggled. "Well, you won't need to anymore because Dad said I could adopt him."

Arthedor's jaw dropped. "After all that trouble!?"

Itzel plopped down next to him. "Yeah," she said nonchalantly.

"Arthie! Itzel!" called a voice from the other side of the field. "Kids! Come inside! I don't want you trotting inside with wet clothes, there are dark clouds!"

Arthedor and Itzel looked up and saw storm clouds brewing in the sky.

They ran and crossed the field, the flowers forgotten.

When they reached the castle, they entered through the kitchen door, past the gates.

Maraly, Arthedor's mother, greeted them and rushed them inside just as rain started to pour.

They passed the stone halls, one which had a huge painting of their great-grandfather, Podo Helmer. Kalmar had finished it not long after the war.

In the painting he was weilding a sword, bravely battling fangs with his family behind him, Janner holding a lantern and his father's sword, while Nia sheltered Kalmar, and Leeli played her silver whistleharp.

There was fire all around, but Podo still bravely felled Fangs with a family to protect.

Itzel and Arthedor had been told many stories about their great-grandfather, and many times they wished they'd met him.

Suddenly, round the corner, Liam came. He had a sword in his belt, and his golden hair flowed around his head. He looked so similar to his father, Janner Wingfeather. For a 17 year old boy, he had a fighter's build.

Arthedor's face lit up. "Hi, Liam!" he said, waving enthusiastically. Liam smiled and ruffled his hair as Arthie scowled.

"What's up, Arthie? And where in the world is Itzel?" he asked comically.

Itzel giggled. She was hiding behind Arthedor. Liam slowly reached behind, then swung his arm behind Arthie and dragged Itzel from behind.

"There you are!" he cried.

Itzel squealed and laughed as Liam picked her up in his arms. Maraly ruffled Liam's hair and carried on walking.

Arthie followed, and Itzel dropped from Liam's arms and ran ahead of them.

"Alright, Itzel, you run along and find your father. Arthedor, you're going to your room. Your still grounded, you know," Maraly chided.

Arthedor groaned, but nodded.

Itzel skipped through the halls of the castle, and stopped by her room to check on her sleeping kitten.

Kickle was still fast asleep.

Itzel petted him for a little bit, then she got up and saw her father, High King Kalmar standing at the door of her room.

"Hey, Itzel. Tonight we leave to the Green Hollows to go work on the Alliance. Liam and Aunt Sara will babysit you, alright?" he said.

Itzel nodded. "Okay!"

Kalmar smiled and hugged her tightly.

"Be good, okay, pumpkin?"

"I will, dad!"

Kalmar smiled. "Thank you Itzel." he walked out of the room and closed the door.