Goodbye beautiful // King Roan

Chapter 1

I walked down the busy streets of Polis. Kane and Abby were walking in front of me. I wasn't going to attend the meeting with the ambassadors but was merely backup, in case anything happened. I was also one of the few who knew the way to Polis. I was wearing my black leather coat with my trident on my back. My eyes were searching for anything suspicious, my ears listening for danger. Skaikru wasn't exactly the most beloved clan and I wouldn't be surprised if anyone tried something. We came into the big market, it was full of life. People walking everywhere, a lot of hiding places. It wouldn't be hard disappearing in the crowd if we had to. But it would be even easier attacking us or following us. I glanced at a mirror to my left, seeing someone following us. He had for a while now, but he was too far away to make out who it was. My hands were down my sides but at any moment I was ready to grab my trident.

I kept following Abby and Kane towards the big tower in the middle of the city. He was still following us and kept coming closer. But it was hard keeping an eye on him while being discreet about it. Kane took a turn and led our small group into a corridor between two houses. The man's footsteps were almost loud behind me and I planned in my head when to attack. Kane and Abby took a right at the end of the corridor. Rounding the corner I stopped, ripped the trident from the holster and aimed it at the man's throat, all in one second. I was now face to face with him, but he didn't seem startled at all. His blue eyes were piercing mine, cold and emotionless. He was tall with dark brown long hair, half of it pulled up. He looked very familiar, his name on the tip of my tongue.

"Why are you following us?" I asked coldly, eyes not leaving his.

"I wasn't." he answered, voice deep and dark and almost made a chill go down my spine. I could see it in his stance, hear it in his voice; the authority. This was a man to fear, no doubt about it. A warrior probably too. Looking closer at him I saw the scars on his temples, Ice Nation. That's when it hit me. Roan. Shit. "I'm headed the same place you are."

My spine was stiff now, silver eyes warily watching him. I lowered my trident, keeping it in my hand in case I would need it. His eyes followed the movement. "I haven't seen a trident in a long time. Where did you get it?"

"Off the market a few years ago." I shrugged, the lie smoothly rolling off my tongue. There was one people that was known for their tridents, but a few years back they were all killed. Probably why he hadn't seen one in a long time.

My gaze flickered from him. I didn't want to seem stressed but I had to get away as soon as possible. I could already hint the suspicion in his eyes, it could take him seconds to realize who I am. I raised my arm and put my trident back in the holster, my sleeve sliding down unconsciously. Turning back I was about to walk towards the tower when Roan grabbed my right hand and twisted me back. He held my hand closer to him, watching the symbol tattooed into the back of my hand. 

F^ck. I had forgotten to wear the gloves.

Realization flashed in his eyes and he looked up at me, slightly shocked. "You're Westari."

"Surprise b^tch, you didn't kill all of us." I answered coldly and tried to yank my wrist out of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously and he pulled me closer. The tension was high between our unblinking eyes. His mouth opened as if to hiss something at me. But someone cut him off.

"Is there a problem here?" Kane asked.

"No, all's good." I answered emotionlessly without taking my eyes off Roan, challenging him to make a scene. Azgeda hadn't exactly been popular when the other clans found out they had wiped out an entire people.

This time I was able to yank my hand out of his grip and I turned on my heel and walked towards Kane and Abby. But even though my body language was confident and proud, my insides were cold, ribcage pressing against my lungs, threatening to suffocate me. He knew. My worst enemy knew. The man that wanted me and my people dead, knew. The hunt would never stop until they had me, until they had the very last Westarian. And he also knew what clan I was with. I would have to leave Arkadia, at least for the moment. It was pure luck that I got away this time. Next time I won't be so lucky.

The anxiety hung like a dark cloud above me and I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Walking next to Abby and Kane didn't help much. I still felt like everyone was staring at me, like it was written on my forehead 'I'm Westari.'. The paranoia followed me inside the building too and we took the elevator to the top floor.