Akkey's Soft Spot

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POV: Akkey (yep, still Akkey)

Monsters of galore once roamed all of Stone Kingdom. They've killed thousands of humans gruesomely and mercilessly throughout our history. After centuries of war, the humans were victorious and banished all of the demi-humans to the Southern Region. There hasn't been a single one of those monsters seen for a long time.

However, there's now one was standing—no—flying right in front of me.

I took out my knife and held it up.

"If you come any closer to me again, I'll kill you," I said.

Surprisingly enough, it immediately landed on a tree branch that was at my eye level and hid behind a leaf. I could see it's tiny hands holding the leaf up. I walked closer to it slowly.

"Don't hurt me!" it said.

I halted in my steps. It had a...child's voice?

"Tell me!" I said. I cleared my voice. "Why is a demi-human like yourself in the Eastern Region?"

His shaking hands made the leaf tremble.

"Just tell me or else I will hurt you," I said.

"Promise?" it said.

Could he really be a kid?

"Yes, I promise," I said.

It stuck out its head from the leaf.

"I'm on a journey to warn your king of the trouble that's approaching, sir," it said, quietly.

I raised my eyebrow.

"Continue on," I asked.

"My kind and a few other demi-humans are plotting against the human kingdom," it said. "They're going to start a surprise war later this year!"

"Oh. Surprise war..."

I mean there's got to be another way to rephrase that.

I grabbed the leaf from its hand and looked at the creature. He had a ten year old's face.

"It's startling. You actually look like a normal kid," I said, "except you're a miniature one with wings and light."

He started to fly in front of my face.

"You're not listening to me, sir!"

I lightly pushed him aside, but he fluttered back.

"Don't call me 'sir,'" I said. "And do you know why I'm not listening?"

"No...?"

"Because I don't really care. The rest of the world can burn for all I care. Well...maybe not Maisie and Cavil..." I said.

"Wha- How could you say that to your own kind?!"

"Because to 'my kind,' I'm nothing, but a servant, not even thought to be human. My life isn't important to them, so why should their lives be important to me?" I said. I looked at my horse. "Also, because I need to hurry up and gather food. I don't have time to converse with you. My masters are waiting for me."

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