What's his last name? Mom finally asked.Dastan. I answered.I don't think that's going to work out, Honey. Mom frowned.What do you mean? I sat up straight.You like the boy, don't you? Her gaze didn't waver.Mom! I protested.Answer the question, please. My mother's tone was stern.Yes. I hissed.It will only lead to heartache. Mom shook her head.Why do you say that? I demanded.If he isn't a Storyteller...you're Storyteller, then it's doomed to fail. I've never heard of a Dastan before. She shook her head.
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