"Take me there." She ran out of the room. Derek followed after them.It was along the corridor of a small alley. Two beefy looking men blocked Madeline's path to a wall. There held steel pipes and had perverted looking expressions on their faces. One of them even licking his lips. On the other side of the wall, a man held Aesir by the collar of his shirt with a pistol to his face. He was much skinnier and shorter with a full-bearded face and a vertical scar on the left side that trailed from his eye to his neck. He looked to be the leader of the motley crew as he was the one spitting out orders."Leave them alone," Tiny ordered on arriving at the scene. "Kareem, go get your father." She instructed the boy and he ran off into another alley.Everyone turned to her and the men burst into laughter. The man with the gun looked at her. His gaze like a dog that found a new toy stopped at her waist. He had naked perversion apparent in his eyes. "Asim!" He called out, an

"What the hell bro? A lot of weird shit has been happening and now, you can control minds with your words?" Aesir was on the verge of freaking out. He paced the room back and forth."Aesir, calm down a little," Derek pulled his hand to sit beside him. "I don't know what's going on but we are going to figure it out."Aesir looked at him, "Are you sure? I heard everyone from school died. And the other day when we just arrived, we watched on the news about terrorist attacks at our school." He grabbed Derek by the shoulders, "Bro you don't understand? There are calling it terrorist attacks. The people that did that are clearly powerful. Powerful enough to twist the news. How do we go against something like that?""I don't know. But we will figure it out. If we panic now, we will just end up making mistakes and getting caught."There was a short second of silence in the room and Aesir raised his head to look at Derek before suddenly laughing. Tiny and Madeline

Derek got back to the room where his friends stayed only to find them arguing."What's the argument all about?""We have to get out of here, We can't stay here any longer. We are becoming a burden to this family." The answer came from Tiny."I agree that we have to leave here, but where can we go to. We can't even go back to the orphanage even if we wanted to. We are in a country miles away from home, and there are people that want us dead." Madeline grabbed Derek by the hand, "I vote we stay here. We can find one or two things to do. And Mr Bahati offered we could stay as much as we want..."Tiny cut her off before she finished. "That's not possible.""I agree with Tiny, we should leave this place." Derek sat on the bed and thought for a while. There was no way they were going to continue staying here it was not just possible. It would be too unfair to this family.Memories of all that had happened to them so far played back in Derek's head

"The wavelength is wrong because he is human!? But... but that is impossible!" Erugard could not believe his ears.This was very impossible. It was like saying a bird and a dog had a child. It was just not possible. There are not the same species. Erugard could not fathom the gravity of her words.But If it was true, and that is if?  Then it made a bit of sense. But at the same time, it changed the entire game. He turned to Aaron and saw a look that explained Aaron felt threatened. "Well, he should," Erugard thought to himself. It was only natural. If the boy was indeed Levinacks son, then it only meant that Aaron's position as Repono would be questioned.This changed a lot of things. He had to inform Ellen immediately not to kill the boy.Aaron looked at him and could guess his thoughts. "You shouldn't do what I think you want to!""Oh! I think I should. Or do you want the blood of an heir on your hands?" But in his mind,

"Writers are the weavers of destiny," She pointed to the image holding the rune, "and humans 'lives' their craft." She pointed to the image kneeling down.Derek looked at her with more questions on his mind.She noticed and decided to further explain, "Writers have the power to control runes. Runes are the rules that make up and govern the world.""No, that's not it. I get that part, what I don't understand is the 'craft human lives' part," She sighed and waved her hand and the images dissipated and formed new ones. It was of a mother holding her baby and strings connecting to the child were attached to each finger of a large palm over their heads."When a mortal is born, eventually maybe overtime or probably immediately for most, it is given a name. When that name has been attached to the soul, the soul automatically sends a record of its naming to a random writer across the plains. The writer is responsible for how the soul turns ou