"Ibis ona, veru nevki haveluü undo beka nakarti." -
Jakarta Vayvin.
Translation - "Your reaction to one situation determines how the situation will end."
ONE
Fayra Vayvin
The sun beat against my body. Sweat rolls down my skin in salty, translucent droplets, cooling me down as I carry the dusty bucket towards the hut.
Water from the bucket splashes against my feet and I glare at the full bucket, restraining myself from taking a handful of water and splashing it on my face.
Rocks and sand bite against my blistered feet as I trek, and I hiss as the jagged edge of a sharp rock stabs against the sole of my foot.
A little Wauvin plays on the sand, chasing beetles and small bugs with translucent wings. It's fur is spotted with black and the main layer is white, with ice blue eyes and sharp claws for it's little size.
Suddenly, a sharp wind makes the hair on my neck stand erect. I hold the bucket firmly as an evil aura seems to waft around me.
I close my eyes, knowing what to do. I have felt this tension before, this malicious, wicked aura that vibrates with a satanic and impulsive pull.
"Please, stop." I say firmly. "Rućkcha Ve." I switch to speaking in our mother tongue. People around me stare, women hawking fruits and men dragging carts of produce like tigernaire and bulland meat.
"Aváre nüúm..." I hear the voice tickle against my ear, and I inhale a sharp breath.
It said no.
Rather, she said no.
"Rućkcha.." I plead, before the tingling pain starts.
I feel my grip on the bucket loosen, and I am not aware of when it leaves my hand, but I am aware when it smashes against the ground and water trickles against the dust, turning it to mud.
Daenėris will have my hide for this.
The pain worsens to the extent that blood seeps from my nose and ears, trickling down and stamping against my armskin and the floor.
"Help...." I whisper. Then all fades to black.
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"Fayra!" Daėneris yells, rushing out of the translucent curtain of the hut. "You will come back here this instant."
"I will do no such thing, woman." I snap, putting my heel on my horses saddle and mounting it. "You are born from the devils, a sin against womanhood."
"Would you close your filt--"
I stop her with my palms. "Enough is enough."
Her eyes turn pale as anger flares over her face. She fists her palms and bites her lip.
"Fine then, Fayra." She says, surprisingly calm, but the anger still largely evident. She struggles past a laugh.
I feel the tension mutliply tenfold as I hold the reins of the horse. She moves back, holding the curtain of the hut. "Just remember, slave.."
"Revenge is a dish best served cold."
Then she walks back inside.
My blood chills to ice.
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