Another few days passed and not much happened. I had a few missions and kept an eye on the streets. But I was getting bored of it. I couldn't spend my days just walking around, maybe sometimes having a mission, maybe sometimes training with Roan, but it wasn't life. I was used to surviving, I was used to the forests and fighting. This wasn't what I liked. Here I was handed food, here I was told what to do, here I barely got to fight. Here I didn't live. I missed the forest.
The sun was about to go down, I just came back from another sparring session with Roan. I looked around in my room. There was a bed on the left side of the room with a drawer next to it, a door leading to the bathroom further back, opposite the door was a door leading to a balcony and there was a desk to the left too. Grabbing my trident and a rock I headed out to the balcony, after all this training the blades had become dull. I sat down on the stone railing, not caring about the fact that I could fall to my death if I leaned too much. Leaning one foot on the railing I kept the other on the ground for stability. I began sharpening my trident when suddenly I was remembered by the Italian song I used to love singing. I began humming.
"Una mattina mi son alzato. O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao. Una mattina mi son alzato, e ho trovato l'invasor. O partigiano, portami via, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao. Partigiano, portami via, ché mi sento di morir." I began singing low for myself while sharpening the blades. "E se io muoio da partigiano, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao. Se io muoio da partigiano, tu mi devi seppellire. E seppellire lassù in montagna, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao. Seppellire lassú in montagna, sotto l'ombra di un bel fior."
"What language is that?" a voice suddenly said and my head shot up alarmed. I immediately relaxed when I saw that it was Roan.
"It's Italian, my mother tongue." I answered and went back to sharpening the blades.
"What is it about?"
"Why do you care?" I asked without looking up at him.
"What is it about?" He repeated and I looked up at him with an annoyed sigh. Placing the trident against the railing and putting the stone down I jumped off the railing. I leaned my back against it and crossed my arms. His head was slightly tilted, eyes boring into mine and a hand on his sword, mostly out of habit I would guess.
"It's a war song." I responded. I didn't want to go into detail what it really was about. My mom had made it up, during the time when we constantly worried that Azgeda would attack. The last time I heard her sing it was a few days before the massacre. Roan came up to me and leaned his arms against the railing, watching the city beneath us. Blood and ash filled my senses.
"Translate it for me." he ordered and I raised my eyebrow in a silent 'Why?'. Sighing he looked away from me. "It was beautiful, I'd like to know its meaning."
I was silent for a while, just watching him, studying him. This was all very bizarre. Roan -the King Roan kom Azgeda- wanted to know the lyrics to a song because he thought it was beautiful. I wonder if the skies will come down too.
"'One morning I awakened. Oh goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, bye, bye. One morning I awakened and I found the invader'." I began with a defeated sigh. I was careful to translate partigano to warrior instead of Azgeda. "The next part is, 'Oh warrior carry me away, Oh goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, bye, bye. Oh warrior carry me away, Because I feel death approaching."
"Continue." Roan said somewhat softly, which made me furrow my brows. Was he still that man after all?
"'And if I die as a warrior, oh goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, bye, bye. And if I die a warrior, then you must bury me. Bury me up in the mountain, oh goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, goodbye beautiful, bye, bye. Bury me up in the mountain under the shade of a beautiful flower.'" I translated the last part before turning to him. "Happy now?"
His eyes met mine and he halfheartedly snorted. "Why do you fight me all the time? I'm not your enemy."
"I'll be the judge of that." I said and put my trident back in the holster. Crossing my arms I fully turned to him. "Why are you here, Roan?"
"I have a mission for you." he answered and stood up straight.
(partigano originally translates to partisan, but I changed it to fit the story better)
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Goodbye beautiful // King Roan
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