After Crane and Shanaia had their breakfast, there was a knock on the door and when Crane opened, it was their grandfather, Samael.
“Grandpa,”
Shanaia spoke as she approached the old man.
“Should I get ready for training? I rested well, promise,” she said.
Samael sighed.
“I am going back home,” he told her and Shanaia frowned.
“But grandpa…”
Shanaia whined and Samael sighed.
“I am needed in the tribe. So, I have to go home today,” Samael said.
‘Go with him,’
Shanaia heard Hanwi say.
‘You can practice in the same place I practice. The place will help you,’ Hanwi said.
“Why don’t you just –“
“I’ll come with you!”
Shanaia blurted, cutting off her grandfather’s sentence. Both Samael and Crane were stunned by what she said.
“I will come to the tribe with you so I can train ther
