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"Jacob, time for lessons," his father said, shaking him awake.
"Do I have to," Jacob whined.
"Yes, get up," his father answered.
"But, Grandpa and Grandma are here. They leave soon," he argued.
"Don't make me say it again. You're mother is getting breakfast ready. If you're not out by the time it's done, I'll make you get out of bed," his father threatened, leaving the room.
Jacob scrunched up his eyes and let out a low growl. There were times when he just wanted to scream at his father, but he knew it wouldn't accomplish anything. He got out of bed and slowly washed up for the day with the cloth and basin of water his father had left in his room.
When he emerged from his room he heard his grandfather using the same argument he'd just used against his father.
"Missing one day of lessons isn't going to turn him into an uneducated good-for-nothing," Clint argued.
"Every day is important in training to be a warrior priest," Elijah shot back.
"No need to argue, how about he goes for the first half of the day, and then comes home early?" Liz negotiated between her father and husband.
"Why that's a grand idea," her mother agreed.
Jacob slowly made his way into the room, acting as if he hadn't heard the argument. "Good morning," he offered as he took a seat at the table.
"You made it out in time," Elijah remarked, pulling away from his father-in-law's stare. Jacob didn't respond, knowing anything he said would get him into trouble, but watched as his mother and grandmother quickly moved from their places in between the two men and finished the breakfast preparations. His father was the first to take a seat at the head of the table.
Jacob opened his mouth to start a conversation more than once, but he only wound up shoving a fork full of eggs into his mouth when he saw the heated looks being thrown from Ishbalan to Armestrian.
Jacob was the first to stand from his seat, and he went around the table gathering the dishes while the others exchanged heated and worried glances to and fro.
When he reached for his father's plate his father turned to him. "You'll only have a half day of your lessons today," Elijah said as he rose from his chair. "I'll stop by to pick you up on my way home."
Jacob nodded and watched his father storm out of the room.
"I'll get those, honey. Why don't you go get your shoes on and grab anything you need for the day," his mother suggested as she took the plates out of his hands.
Jacob took his mother's advice, and made his way back to his room. With his book and notes tucked under his arm he closed the lid of the trunk at the end of his bed and turned to leave his room.
Clint chuckled at the squeak of fear his grandson emitted upon seeing him. "Didn't mean to scare you," he apologized.
Jacob recovered from the shock while he slipped his feet into the sandals.
"I have something for you, before we leave," Clint announced as he sank down onto the messy bed.
"Thank you," Jacob said as he watched Clint bring his arm into view, a book in his hand.
"This is one of my journals, from when I first started learning alchemy. There are things in there you mother doesn't even know about. I've been trying to find the right time to give it to you, but your father is usually here, and he'd just burn it, claiming it's blasphemy," Clint mumbled, unsure if the boy would take it.
Jacob studied the cracked leather cover of the proffered book. "I want to know more about you," he explained himself as he accepted the book.
"That's right, m'boy," Clint chirped with a smile.
Jacob took a seat beside his grandfather and opened the cover. In blue ink was his grandfather's name. He looked up at Clint, his hand traveling to the corner of the page. Just as he flipped to the second page his mother called, "Jacob, you'll be late if you don't leave now."
Jacob's eyes darted around the room from a safe place to keep the book. He quickly threw open his trunk and started moving everything until he made space in the bottom.
"Jacob, what's taking so long?" his mother asked from the doorway.
"Uh, I couldn't find the book I need," he said, quickly grabbing another book as he straightened.
Elizabeth flinched as the lid of the trunk slammed closed. "You really need to get everything ready the night before," she suggested, ruffling his hair as he hurried by her.
"Bye," Jacob called over his shoulder as he disappeared from his mother's view.
"He's a good kid," Clint remarked, standing from the bed.
Elizabeth gave a nod of agreement as she smoothed out the messy bedding. "I'm glad you came."
Clint beamed and wrapped his arms around his daughter. "So am I."
A.N.-Erm...I lost my notebook with all the planes for this fic in it. I've finished re-writing the outline again. Thanks for reading.
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