23

I'm going to my mom's clan

The elders were waiting for us. The young Yugari took me to a small old house. He stood alone on the outskirts of the settlement. Dense thickets of trees surrounded him from all sides, threatening to swallow him completely. My "bodyguards" were asked to stay outside. Zark tensed. I quietly squeezed his hand: everything is in order.

I was invited to sit in a high, tattered leather armchair. Two old men with gray hair and faded colorless eyes were carefully studying mother's pendant.

- This is a real one. You say it belonged to your mother? croaked the first old man.

I nodded confidently.

- We need to look at the records of the archive. Every oun counted. We can easily find out who it really belonged to, - the old man slowly got up and left the room.

- And who is your father? Human? - In the meantime, he moved on to the interrogation of the second.

I frantically searched for a safe answer.

- Yugari.

- That's how, ours, then ...

Good thing he didn't elaborate!