Labyrinth of Secrets

Heritage

Caitlyn watched as Javan and Peri train, their small grunts and the sound of waves the only sound. Two days. They've been on sea for two days.

Enough for Ayron to kill the two that they left.

"I'm feeling nauseous." Caitlyn slid down the small set of stairs, feeling a little bit better. She talked with Peri the other night and it lifted a heavy burden on her shoulders. "You know how I'm terrible in seas."

"Hope that bile can hold. It'll be a few until we reach any shores," Javan said, sliding his leg under Peri's, which she dodged like water.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "I was trained to fight. On land. And on air. My father and his father and every other fathers before them, were warriors not travelers. Again, on soil."

"Then sleep," Peri grunted before blocking Javan's kick. "We'll wake you up when we're there."

"Where?" Javan threw another kick and Peri grabbed his leg. It was shocking to see, when Javan was a gigantic ass, Peri threw him to the other side of the ship.

"Just for everyone's information..." Peri brushed off the dirt in her hands and crossed her arms. "We've been in the same spot for a day now. It feels like we're moving because of the waves and until someone else gets hold of that wheel, we can be on sweet, sweet land."

Caitlyn raised her brows. "And?"

"We'll be heading to the Staecuviel," she sighed. "My home country."

"Country." Caitlyn could not, for the life of her, believe it. "I thought there were only four countries. Blaithin, Siobhan, Caomhie and Maebh." She tried to recall a country pronounced as Staytuevyel. "And you once lived in a country called Statuevyel. S-T-A-Y—"

"It's spelled more... oddly, Caitlyn." Javan cleared his throat, grimacing as he tried to stand up. And failed horribly. "Staecuviel is a forgotten land. It was once said to be the home of The Plague. But you, Imperial Labyrinth, do not look like one of its citizens." Javan surveyed Peri, eyes darting from her head to her toes to her assets and other things eyes should not stray for too long. "They have darker skin. And blacker hair."

Peri shot him a look. "You are describing Caoemhaes and Blaithinians combined. I look exactly how Staecs are."

"Hold up. You lived in a country. Not in an island like the Ward. Country." Caitlyn just... how did she end up in the ward if she lived in a country?

Javan grunted, finally getting a hold of himself as he slowly stood up. "I guess I'm going to be the one steering that wheel. Both of you damsels should rest." 

"Out of the three of us, Eoghan, you are the one who needs the most rest." Peri bit down a harsher retort, passing Javan and running up to where the wheel was. "Besides... I'm the only one who knows how to get to Staecuviel."

Caitlyn looked at the both of them, puzzled. "Does that mean you have an accent?"

She gave out a smirk. "I try my hardest to hide it. Living in the Ward slowly stripped me away from my heritage but my Staec self sometimes slip." She said it in a way that Caitlyn could barely understand.

I trrry my hahrdest to hydit. She could just laugh. At the corner of her vision, she saw Javan swallow. She turned her head to him and he was looking at Peri with a worried face. No, not worried. Fright. That kind of scared that makes you angry but careful. 

He noticed her staring and went inside the cabins.