Chapter 17
200 Words
In the end, my Father celebrated, and that he said, being gifted by the Ancient Steorras is more important than to our house that he built with his blood and sweat. But not everyone thinks like my Father, as being gifted means being more powerful than any other Steorras. Many people complaint and said that I don't deserve the Ancient Steorras' gift, but my Father assured me. That no matter what other people say, using my powers in the right way matters because that was what the Ancient Steorras warned us about.
The Ancient Steorras bestowed a punishment for us because they wanted us to learn and control ourselves, not to claim anything that isn't ours, but I guess, what the Ancient Steorras said is the least of their concern. Now that here we are, still shielding Earth from any attacks that the White Steorras will be going to launch any moment now.
I lift my head as I heard my companion, Mr. Hawk, making a chattering sound. "What is it, Mr. Hawk? Don't tell me you are hungry again?" I said, but Mr. Hawk just answered me with his annoying wheeling sounds.
"Okay, fine!" I said, annoyed to him.
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