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The Seed of the New World: Chapter 7: Heather's concerns.

“What does ‘Gak’ mean?” Heather asked.

“Ugh.” I said.

“I’m waiting.” Heather impatiently tapped her foot.

“Where’s your dad?” I asked.

“Don’t know. Anyway, that doesn’t tell me what Gak means.”

“Gak: an expression of shock. Often used when one is surprised.” I said, spewing nonsense like a waterfall.

“Hurrumph.”

“So…” I trailed off.

“What do you know about Helmer.” Heather said, glaring at me with such intense vision I was sure she and Bastille would get along.

“Um… his name is Helmer?”

“Something better.”

“Well what do you want to know!” I shouted, disturbing the contemplation of several nearby rabbits. “Sorry.” I whispered.

“Picket’s apprenticed to him.”

“So?”

“Does Helmer bite?” She asked. I laughed.

“No, and I have to go.” I said, tearing off down the hall.

Eefaw Potter was in the hallway. He had seven beautiful trays of rabbit-eared mugs in his hands. I opened the door to the savory den.

Soldiers from Halfwind, Kingston, Blackstone, and others all gathered around the tables. I soon found Jo Shanks, but as I was about to make my way toward my friend, Eefaw’s mugs began to curve in an s-shape.

“Not again, Eefaw Potter!” Gort called, his small legs waddling quickly toward the potter. I joined his running efforts.

Gort slipped on some spilled soup and catapulted into the thin potter. I dove to try to rescue some mugs.

I found myself triumphantly holding two mugs. But I didn’t see the soup. I tripped, barreling across the floor and landing at the feet of an indignant Lieutenant Drand.

“Get up, Soldier.” He yelled.

“Wha-“ I stood. He laughed.

“Your not Shanks.” He said.

“Wha-?”

“Get back on the floor.” He hollered, shoving me onto the floor.

I looked up, wondering why we couldn’t all be united. I slunk off to a table to sulk.

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, five minutes later

“Cove?” A kinder voice asked. I looked up to see Captain Frye. “Drand’s a little on edge today. But that’s no excuse.” He said.

Y'all should recognize this part....

i need help deciding on an illustration for the first chapter of the book i'm writing. if y'all have any suggestions.....

-Fleck