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Bassel looked down. He felt a sort of shame in his belly and it made his cheeks hot. A sense of failure for not doing well at the Madrassa. The guilt of not staying true to his family. The family that was now gone. When Bassel looked back up at Alistair, there was a new family waiting for him...

“And leave… my home?” Bassel said aloud. There was a emptiness in his eyes as if the thought hadn’t quite ever occurred to him. It had, of course, he had thought about it plenty last night. He had no more family here in Amol-Kalit, but that didn’t make the Empire any less his home. The cooking...

Bassel was quiet, looking more ashamed than relieved. He didn’t say anything, even when Raziya gave him a probing look. There was a pause that was longer than it needed to be and then Raziya decided to answer Alistair’s question. “No.” Raziya said simply. She pointed at her own eyes. “I have a...

Bassel stood up shakily on his feet, leaning against Alistair. He was much thinner and shorter than Alistair was, still clearly growing. Covered his mouth, one hand on his stomach, and finally, he stopped screaming. It was a awful thing, to experience death and the pain of it, and then to be...

They passed glances at each other. When Alistair turned his head, one finally killed the goat by drawing the blade across it’s throat. Bassel then, stuck for so long in a silent scream, his mouth in a wide ‘O’ and eyes covered by his dirty hands, convulsed violently. He screamed, a wailing...

The goat screamed, weltering about as much as it could while it’s ears and tail kept it in place. It’s kicking did little, its head shaking furiously in uncanny motions. As Alistair got closer he would see that one of the boys had a knife and was drawing blood from the goat around its hind legs...

“I’m growing just fine,” Bassel assured Alistair. His brother’s words felt like a jab but Bassel was sure that there were good intentions behind it. “Although my trade tongue is rather poor.” That being said, there was always room for improvement. The Madrassa had taught all of it’s students...

Bassel’s dark eyes grew wide as Alistair made a light appear with just a snap, and with only a wave of his hand it was gone. He was able to hold back a gasp of awe as if he were some child seeing magic for the first time, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes followed after Alistair’s hand as if...

“What magic can you do?” This piqued Basel’s interest far more than if Alistair had said their father was good with a sword. It was a bit disappointing to know it wasn’t the case, but Bassel still saw their swordskill as something that bonded the two of them together. Besides, it made sense that...

Bassel brightened. Alistair had a good idea. Surely, something along the lines of cultural exchange, while unique, would be a good way to get him to Vel Anir. And if he did want to return home, he could. If he decided he wanted to stay? Well, that was a question for a later time. A problem that...

Bassel had never seen Emperor Gerra, or even Empress-Regent Medja (who seemed a lot easier to see on the streets of Ragash.) He had never spoken to either, or received any sort of correspondence. When the students left, they left. Bassel had never seen anyone return. He wasn’t sure if that was...

Bassel’s eyes widen. “No, no-no-no, I would never!” He began, but then stopped speaking as Alistair continued. He wanted to show his older brother respect, but he couldn’t help but feel offended by the idea that he would put the Krixus name to shame. Who said he’d even want to take on that last...

Bassel appreciated the joke, smiling at Alistair’s jest. Perhaps the joke was just what the two needed, both of them seemed to visibly relax with some tension dissipating from Alistair’s easygoing words. He leaned a bit forward towards Alistair, a dark brow raising quizzically. “I can leave...

Like a bird, Bassel tilted his head to the side. It wasn’t the answer he was expecting, but then again, what was he expecting? “After one meeting, I’m supposed to decide whether or not I leave with you?” There was a incredulous look in his face, and he looked around and about. “I think family...

Bassel’s eyes widened, his eyebrows lifting up in surprise. But soon enough the surprise was gone. Why should he feel surprised? Although, maybe it wasn’t so much as he was shocked to hear it but rather that he was shocked he had been too late. He could have met his father, could have met his...