AKAYA: Kingdom Come (Untold Stories 3)

02

The plain fields. The very fields that almost cost me my Aunt's life. Why the hell am I here? Such darkness, thorough rain, and never-ending stumble in the sky. Flashes of lightning once again slap through the high towers of heaven.

My hair sprinkles water onto the muddy ground as I turn around to look at the unpleasant sight behind me. Rain pours heavily and commands dominance over the fields that display the emptiness of a once green field planted with trees that now dries to non-existence.  

I take a step forward, shortly thanking the lightning for shining a light across the dark paths of the midway plain. The rumbling of the sky never troubles my ears, no matter how hard and loud the thunder is. 

My feet take me straight to a sight where a cliff directs me to an unmeasurable height before the waters of the untamed sea. I almost utter a scream when something made of metal falls from something behind me.

The sound of a clashing weapon that slices through each other. Such noises but nothing graces my eyes despite the sight that the lighting has allowed me to see. Something brushes my skin from the back and so I rushed to turn around.

A gasp escapes my mouth after seeing a gash wound on my elbow. Blood hurries to flow down my skin and gets dragged by the raindrops on the ground. The pain wasn't punctual this time. I wasn't certain who gave me this but this seems to have been from a sword. 

I covered my wound with the palm of my hand but my ears catch an anonymous clatter. I paused from looking around and began to straighten my sight toward one thing. My hand leaves my wound. Allowing the cold drops of rain to fall and sanitize the presence of gore to it.

"Who's there?" I ask.

Silence creeps into the field. A chair has suddenly shown itself before me. Someone's seated, though and I'm not aware as to who it is. No answer was given and so I begin to take a step closer. 

Water splashes upon my every step. The moment I get closer, the silhouette of a man clears up my confusion. He holds a crown in his hand, pointing it to the ground. Drops of water jump on the reflection of it that lies under, created by the pool of water, stacked by the downpour.

He sits on the throne-like chair with his head down. His face can't be seen as the darkness was in favor of his hiding. "Who are you?" I ask. "Why are you here?" 

I expect an answer, only to hear a scoff before the appearance of a cheek being pushed to the side. Probably from a smirk driven to anger one opposing presence. So, he's aware of my questions yet he's not answering. 

I grew out of patience. My foot takes another step but nothing changes. The rain still pours and the lightning still dominated the sky. I looked around but only shadows of dead trees came to savor my hunger for an answer.

Another step, I take. I was only a few feet away from him. The moment I decided to take one more step, the features of the crown became visible enough for me to determine its color. It shined in my eyes, causing me to take a step backward.