AKAYA: Kingdom Come (Untold Stories 3)

04

"You still haven't given me an answer," I say, looking directly into her eyes as the blade of my sword caresses her neck. "You're an Iason, aren't you?" I ask again.

She raises her chin and brings it down. "Was my silence not indicating a 'yes' to you, Akaya?" she says.

I shake my head in response. "You were not silent. As you might not know, you swayed away my questions and ordered me questionable things." my voice shrinks to a hiss.

"Fine," she starts and the grasp I had on my sword loosens. "You're right, I am an Iason," she says. "I doubted you the first time we met," she continued. 

I wasn't even trying to listen but my response lengthens the discussion. "Educate me as to why an Iason who deceives people has the right to doubt someone?" I ask, not dropping my direct tone and dubiousness.

A smirk forms her lips, drawing me to raise a brow yet she takes the chance to speak. "Does your indifference blinds you more than how you should be looking at something, Akaya? Or have your abilities escaped your hold after hiding them for years and years of pretending?" her tone grows serious.

My mind finds trouble processing her assumptions. Thoughts tangle up inside my head as her words climb up to my spine, planting seeds of curiosity and distrust. "Is it a habit of yours? Asking someone when you're the one who's supposed to be answering,"

"Right, I have nothing to expect of you since you're also unaware yourself." she answers and pushes my sword with a finger. 

My sword drops to the ground and I felt the weight she played on when she pushed it away from her neck. My eyes widen, looked at hers with a questionable scheme. Yet she looks at me with emptiness.

She has already made up her mind to give me the answers. If only I could get inside her head and read her mind, I wouldn't have to be asking so much from someone who doesn't bother to feed one with answers.

Slowly, she removes her coat of fur. Revealing an Iason's garments. White and green clothes. A green scarf belts her waist and a white dress covers her body. Her blonde hair is damp wet from the rain and her ears climb their way through, exposing their existence.

"I work in the White Palace, Akaya before I landed here in the village. I always had the ability to heal people but was never given the chance to treat those I love." she begins. Her feet bring us to the forest as we take shelter from the rain.

It was cold and dark but the flashes of lightning allowed us light. "It took me time to accept myself for who I am. One of the country's rarest healers, yes." She stopped walking when we were already under one of the largest trees in this place. There, she lifts my chin with her hand and makes me face her. 

In her eyes, I saw a reflection of mine. "Tell me, you're unaware of who you truly are, aren't you?"

"What?" I ask.

She scoffs and her fingers left my chin. "And so I've heard," she says.