The Oath (Kingdom)

XX. Fire

Nilah tried to wipe away salt from her eyes. But her face was still hot and wet and throat tight.

She heard voices of the villagers. Cheerful laughter and kids screaming and singing.

There was huge bonfire in the middle of the clearing. People sitting around on the logs, talking and eating food from big table that stood aside.

"Nilah! You came!" Miho and his pack run to her with colourful faces. They had flower wreaths they made with her that day, and their eyes sparkle in the light of the flames.

"you must eat this!" "And drink this!" they were shouting one over another "my mum baked this!" she was suddenly overwhelmed by their joy; she almost forgot her pain. "Where is Yeong shin? Will he come?"

Her smile froze on her lips. She really doesn't know what to say.

"I... think..." She stuttered.

"Kids! Leave her alone for a one night. She deserves grown company for a while." It was that older lady who met them, when they came to village for the first time. Whose son Yeong shin saved when plague broke. Plague he helped spread. She bites her tongue and blink away tears.

"How are you Nilah?" woman touch her forearm with concern.

"I'm good, thank you madam Bon-Hwa." She bows her head. She had respect for older woman that helped them even though they were strangers.

"You cried, am I right?" older woman gave her cup with rice wine and wink "this will help."

"Thank you. It's, just..." what kind of words she should used? Nothing? How could it be!

"Leave it my dear. I don't want to questioning you. Tonight, we should celebrate, sing and laugh. Let me paint your face."

Bon-Hwa leads her to nearest log and kids brings colours. Some of them was like powder and some was thick. When older woman wet her fingertips in red colours and touch her face, Nilah felt chill running down her spine. She felt cold sweat on her palms and faster heartbeat.

"Why are you doing this?" she swallows hardly and try to calm down. She remembers painting faces from her homeland and every time she had colours on her skin, someone died. People in her land painted their faces when they were leaving to battle, to scared the enemies or when they sacrifice someone, to be closer to gods.

Nilah always hated it.

"It's just for luck." Bon-Hwa smiled calmly. "I draw symbols of luck on your temple. This is wisdom...and courage..." she wet her index finger in white colour and marked her forehead. "and protection."

It feels like the chill turned into warmth. Her lips spread in a smile.

"You are very good girl Nilah."

Something motherly sparkle in older woman's eyes and she hug Nilah. "and now, drink!"

And Nilah drinks. And eat, but everything had sour aftertaste. It would be perfect night if there wasn't terrible truth she knows. And the hardest part was that she missed Yeong shin. She wanted to be with him.

She finished her cup when people start to smile and turning to her. Like they were expecting something.

She was confused, but Bon-hwa patted her shoulder. "it's your turn."

"In what?"

"To perform something. Sing, dance, tell a story."

Maybe it was because of wine or because it was the first time when her neighbours were smiling at her. It wasn't usual. Or maybe it was that symbol for courage that Bon-hwa draw on her face.