I knew as to what it was that he had been talking about, right away, though I stood there for some reason, with a bit of a confused look on my face, as if I did not know as to what it was that he had been talking about in the first place.
I stared at him with a bit of a blank look on my face, and then I just looked down as I began to eat in to my stew that I had just warmed up. I knew that it did not look good for me, to do something like that, but I still felt like I was not ready at all, to meet all of them.
I knew, that for one, the people that were still left from the old legion, when my uncle was still alive, were probably expecting big things from me, and the people that were new, I knew they had been told a lot of stories about how great my uncle was too.
I felt like, no matter how hard I tried, I would never get to the point that my uncle had. He had learned how to cast spells, and curses on things. That sounded kind of scary to me, as I had always been told by my mother, that witch craft was evil, and satanic.
It kind of made sense to, as to why she had not told me about the dragons. If she was against all of that stuff, than it made sense as to why she had not told us. At the same time though, if my uncle knew that as well, why did he just not tell us instead?
I wish that I had been ready for all of this, and maybe it was out of respect by the decision of my mother I suppose. If my mother thought that my uncle was using witch craft, than she sure did seem okay with him using it, because I always knew that they had been close til the end.
Now they were both gone, and the more and more that I thought about it, I got more and more stressed out, as I did not want all of this, much unlike a lot of the new comers in the legion. I did not want to be a leader, and I did not want to have the 'dreams' that sure felt a lot more like nightmares to me.
I stared down at the stew, as I used the large spoon that I had gotten, to start to eat in to it. The warmth of it seemed to wake me up, and begin to make my body seem to function just a little bit more, as I sighed a bit to myself at the same time as well.
After taking just a couple more bites of the stew, I then lifted my head up, and I looked over at John, as I saw that he had his eyes squinted at me, for some odd reason or another. I rolled my eyes, as I then nodded for him to go ahead and speak to me as well.
He squinted his eyes for a bit more of some time, until he realized that I was now paying attention to him. He blinked a few times, as he then put his hands on the table, and then he nodded back to me as well, and began to speak to me.
"I need you to be ready kid... Even if you feel like that you are not, you are, and the whole world is looking up to you... No stress kid..." He said to me. I looked at him for just a couple of moments, as I then began to take in just what he had said to me.
He was right, when he had said that I did not feel like I was ready. I was not sure that I ever would be, just based off of all the stories that I had been told of my uncle, I knew a lot of people expected me to be just like him, and I was not quite sure that I could be.
I gulped a bit of the stew that was in my mouth at the moment, as I nearly choked on it as well. I heard my father begin to laugh from not too far away from me, as I thought that he might have perhaps been so focused on me, that he had noticed it.
I turned my head over to him, as I looked at him, just as I had seen John looking at me, as I then squinted my eyes at him at the same time as well. I looked at him for just a few more moments, as I then noticed that his eyes were not on me at all in fact.
He was looking at John, and this time I saw John looking back at him, as I could tell that he too was a bit confused as to what it was that my father had found was so funny at the moment. I was at a bit of a loss for words, as I was not sure what to do at the moment.
I just looked back down at the table, and the bowl of stew that I had been eating, as I began to realize that there was not much left in there for me to eat. I kept on eating in anyways, as I just wanted to finish the food, and get on with my day.
Maybe that was not the best idea, as I knew what it was that I was about to have to do next, but frankly, I really did not care at all at the moment, as I then got down to the last bite of meat, and then I lifted the bowl, to drink the last of the soup that was still left in there with the stew.
I then put down the bowl, as I let it down on the table. I then looked back over to John, as I saw that he still had his eyes locked on my dad, as he was not happy that my father had just laughed for some odd reason, I rolled my eyes, as I almost just wanted to walk out of the room.
I knew that if I did that though, John would only call me back in, so that we could get our day started. I sat there for a bit more time, as I then heard my father finally decide to speak for the first time, at the table with us, and I turned my head over to him, to hear what it was that he had to say to John, I would have to assume.
"The kid is 19... You all expect him to do so much! Maybe you should let off on him for a bit... Trying to tell him that he should not be stressed... Are you fucking crazy?" My father said to John. I looked at my father for just a few moments, as I was quite a bit surprised as to what he had just said.
It surprised me a lot, due to the fact that it was rare for someone to step up, and speak to John in a manner like that, but not just that, it was the first time in my life, that I could remember at least, that my father had ever stepped up for me, in a big way like that.
I blinked a few times, as it still was taking me a while for me to grasp what he had just said to John. I looked over at John, as I could tell that he was not happy with what my father had just said to him. It was kind of hypocritical if I was going to be honest.
He did not ever like when someone went against something that he had said, or something that he believed in to be the truth. I could tell that in the head of John, there was a lot of stuff going on in there, but on the outside, he was doing a good job of staying calm.
He stared at my father for a little bit of time, as I could tell that it was making him feel a bit uncomfortable as well, as I saw my father dip his head down low to the ground. I was proud of my father though, but I just was not going to say it while John was still at the table.
John stood there for a bit of some time, as he kept on staring at my father, though my father already had his head down on the table, and it was clear that John had already won, so I was not quite sure why he was still staring at him.
I looked at John for a bit more time, as I then saw him suddenly turn his eyes back over to me. I moved back a little, as I too was a bit uneasy as to the way that John was acting at the exact moment in time, as he still had not said a word back to either one of us.
John stared at me for a little bit, but unlike my father, I was not going to give him the satisfaction of him winning, as I stared right back at him for just as long. He did not seem phased at all however, as he looked over at me and my father a couple more times, and then he began to speak to us.
"His uncle was younger when he had started, and so was I... If you think I am being to hard on him, than you need to wake up sir..." He said to my father. My father looked at him a bit surprised, but then he once again dipped his head back down to the ground.
I knew that was the end of that now, and that was all that you were going to get from my father. I also looked over at John, as I felt like he might be right at the same time as well, as I could tell that he still was not happy at all, even though he had clearly proven a point to the both of us.
I sat there for just a few moments longer, as I let out a bit of a heavy sigh that John had not noticed at all thankfully enough. I stared at him for a bit of time, as he noticed it as well, and be did the exact same thing to me.
It was as if we were having a bit of a staring contest, and I knew that if that were the case, than there was going to be no beating John, as he would not give up until he had proven his point. I shook my head, and then I looked back at him, as I finally decided that I was going to speak to him.
"I don't reckon that this time is a bit different for me? The world is ending, and my mother has died, many people that I care about as well... I have no clue what is going on, or what to believe at all either." I said to him. He sat there for just a bit longer, as he kept his eyes squinted at me, as if he had not heard a word of what I had just said to him.
I shook my head, as I felt as if I should just give up on all of this. I looked at the bowl that was still on the table right beside me, as I knew that I should at least have the courtesy for Aidan, to put the dish in to the sink, and clean it off a little.
I picked up the bowl, and then I got up from where it was that I had been sitting at on the table. As I got up, I looked at my father at the same time as well too. I saw that he still had his head down to the ground, and I felt a bit bad for him.
I wish that I could at least tell him that I was proud of him, or at least let him know that I loved him. It had been a long time since I had said that to my father. It had at least been before the death of my uncle, as there had been no reason for me to say it.
He was a failure to me, my whole life after he had gotten the money from my uncle. He knew it as well, and I wish that I could feel bad for him, but I just could not do so. I shook my head though, as I looked away from him, and continued to make my way over to the kitchen sink.
I put the bowl in to there, as I then began to wash it off at the same time too. After I was done with that, I turned my head back over to the table, as to where John and my father were still sitting at, paying no attention at all to one another, as if they were not at the same table at all.
I rolled my eyes a bit, as I too was not sure what exactly as to what it was that I should be doing at the moment. I looked over to John, as I saw that he just had his eyes on one of the windows that were in the kitchen. I looked out of the window that he was staring through at the same time as well.
I stared at it, as if I had expected there to be a bunch of people running around the farm, as I had heard that many of the people had taken a lot of time out of their useless days, to go and help Adrian take care of the farm.
Meanwhile, a lot of other people that were around the camps that were along the ridges of the farm, had been taking their time to get better with a bow, or a sword. There were a lot of people that were not doing anything at all, as I had heard however.
I shook my head, as I did not see anything going by the window, so I was not sure as to why John had been staring through it. There was not even a bird either, as it was the cold time of the year, and many of the animals were out hiding for the winter.
I sat back down at a different seat, that was a bit further from both John and my father, as I really did not want to talk to either of them at the moment. I did not really want to take this time to think either, as I had done enough of that, as it was.
I stared at the wood on the table for a bit of time, as I had no sort of thoughts in my head. It was all just empty and dead silent, which I was fine with, that was, until finally, someone decided to speak up to me, and I looked up to notice that it was John.
I looked at him for a bit of time, as it took me a while for me to regain my thoughts, and remember as to all that was going on around me in the first place, as I then nodded for John to go ahead and continue to speak. He nodded back to me, as he did so, and I listened to what it was that he had to say to me as well.
"Your uncles parents passed away too... It might be true, yes, he did know about the dragons from his parents... But his parents were killed too... We need you kid... And we don't just have time to be throwing away either..." He said to me. I sat there, as I still was a bit lost with the blank thoughts that were in my head still.
I finally began to get my focus on the present however, as I blinked just a couple of times. It then hit me as to what it was that he had said to me. I realized that he was right as well, and as much as I did not want to be the leader of this group, and as much as it stressed me out, and scared me a bit, I knew that I really did not have much of a choice either.
I had not known much about my grand parents, besides the fact that my mother had told me that they had been killed, and that they had been great people. I had always assumed that when she had told me that, that she had meant that a thug on the street had done it to them.
Now that I knew a lot more about my family, and all about the correlation that we had with dragons, I now began to realize as to what it was that she had more than likely meant by the fact that she had said that they had been killed.
It would have been a straight up lie, if she had told me that they had gotten sick and had passed away because of that. My mother was not one to lie, even if she had not told me about the dragons, she had never lied to me, and told me that there was no such thing as dragons, as far as I could remember at least.
I sat there for a few moments more, as I then lifted my head back up to John at the same time to. I blinked a few times, as to my surprise, much unlike he usually did, when he spoke to me like that, this time he did not have his eyes locked on me at all.
I sat there, as I was a bit in shock for just a little bit, but eventually I did in fact shake it off. I looked through the window one last time, as if I expected to see something, but there was nothing to be seen at all. I had to assume that John was just using that time to think amongst himself.
Eventually, John noticed that I was looking at him as well, as he looked right back at me, and then he blinked at me as well. He went ahead and nodded, as if he was expecting me to speak. I was not sure what to say at all, as it was not the reason that I had been looking at him.
I stood there for just a little bit, as we just had our eyes locked on each others. I sat there, as all of the sudden I finally figured out a bit of a response that I should have back to John, as I then nodded back to him, after the short time of silence, as I then began to speak to him.
"I know... It's just... I don't know what has gotten in to me... I know that you are right... I just... Maybe I need to talk to them... You are right... I need to meet them..." I said to him. He looked at me for a few moments, as he looked a bit surprised, but he then nodded back to me.
I saw my father look up at me, from the corner of my eye, as I could tell that he was a bit surprised as well. I did not put my focus on him at all however, as I kept my eyes on John. John sat there for a bit, as he began to rub his chin. But then, he just nodded to me, as he began to speak back to me.
"Alright Joseph... You get some water... Its going to be a long day..."