Kajji-Tarra

Chapter 17: Sacrifice

Nharro's POV

The sun burned on my face.

I got up from my bed of sand.

Sand...

Well, ahem to that.

I grabbed a rock and threw it into the ocean.

Tari accidentally inhaled some sand and jolted awake.

We're stuck here again, apparently.

Khathari's POV

I coughed up some sand, shortly glaring at Roro after.

After we were finally wide awake, we continued our way back to the castle.

Isti must be worried.

Along our way, Roro asked me, "Hey, Tari, did you hear anything strange before falling asleep last night?"

"No," I answered.

He gave a relieved sigh and ran ahead with airplane arms.

Actually, I did hear it.

He said he loved me, but I have a feeling it wasn't as a friend this time.

To be honest, if he ever asked us to be together more than best friends, I would've said yes, even though I don't feel that way.

Why?

Someone like him, who loves and cares for me as I am and knows me more than anyone else on Earth, is someone impossible to find.

"Hey! Why so slow?" Roro said as he ran back to me and slapped me on the back.

He then proceeded to run ahead.

As usual, I ran after him.

We ran all the way to the castle grounds.

Isti immediately embraced me in tears, saying, "I thought I lost you."

Her emotional moment was suddenly followed by, "Tell them to stop the search."

I have nothing to say to that.

Roro was then escorted to Djivann's room for a change of attire.

Isti went with me to her room for a change of clothes too.

When we passed by the throne room, there was a strange lady there.

She took up a jar and touched her lip to the rim.

Smoke rose up, creating a moving image of Djivann getting torn to pieces by the cursed beings of Icsan Herrva.

It was the bloodiest and ugliest thing I have witnessed in my life so far.

Djivann's parents cried aloud and fell to the floor in tears.

Isti pulled me away from the throne room.

Arriving in my room, she threw my new clothes to the bed and left for the next room.

When I finished dressing up, I took a trip to Djivann's room.

Roro was there, dancing and singing.

"Practicing again?" I asked.

"You know it's my dream, my goal in life."

"Correction. It's our goal in life," I said, taking his hand and joining him.

Should I tell him about Djivann?

No, he's been through enough already.

We're going to get rid of the bracelet anyway.

Yuutario Dyo came for my lessons, Nharro joined us.