CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Stranger StillLucas ate with his father. The conversations lately had become more strained. These days, he spent most of his time in his room, either training or just lying in bed going through Elgisard's memories. He began questioning why he was even going to school, with so much knowledge in his head. He wasn't bullied anymore, but school now just seemed pointless. He had checked and Elgisard had rarely gone to school during his many lifetimes.
“Okay, Dad,” he stood up from the table, “thanks for the sandwiches. I gotta go take a shower.”
“Yep, buddy boy, you do.” His dad took a dramatic whiff of the air near Lucas. “I wasn't going to saw anything, but all your mom's flowers have wilted.” He hooked a thumb at the imaginary flowers behind him. Lucas knew that both his
