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44 Nyka Larkin

_Nyka Larkin_

    Nyka was hungry. Terribly hungry. The boy sat down on a log and reached into his bag, pulling out what was left of his food. Or, he was going to but there was nothing for him to pull out. He was completely out even though he had been trying his best not to eat too much too fast. The boy sighed and set his bag aside, lifting his head to look up into the sky. How many days had he been walking? It had likely been a day or longer. The boy cursed himself for not thinking to keep track. In fact, he had not thought any of this through. The least he could have done was look at their map before he left so he got some Idea of where it was he wanted to go.

    In the end, he supposed it didn't matter as the boy had nowhere he desired to go. If he did happen to die out here he didn't think he would mind so much. However, starving to death was not something he wanted to do. That kind of death involved too much suffering, and with his stomach paining him as it did now he knew for certain he did not want to go out that way. He would need to find something to eat and soon. But what? He did not trust the occasional berries he came across out here. He could likely manage to catch game with his powers but he could not eat it raw. Like hell was he starting a fire of any sort. Nyka had sworn off fire. It made him too uncomfortable, especially being out here alone.

    It seemed the boy was going farther north still by the looks of the way the sun rose and set. He wondered yet if he had crossed between Faun Gaia and the capital Denheim yet. He had crossed what seemed to him like three different roads but he had been quick and careful about it and had never crossed paths with another person.

    People... Nyka missed talking to others. He missed Ingrid and Byrne... he missed Kori. He soon looked down at the ground and put his palms to his face. He missed his grandmother. The way of life at the inn that he had so easily taken for granted. Hot tears threatened to spill past his eyes so he shut them tightly and clenched his jaw. He would not cry. Not again. Nyka was done crying, he was done being a child. He wanted to be grown, to know things and make more accurate decisions. He wanted to know what to do, to know where to go, to know who he could trust. But most of all it seemed, he just wanted peace. Sure he got a few years of peace but everything had fallen apart. He wanted his grandmother back, his father back... he wanted to meet his mother. Perhaps she would still be alive today if these people had not been after him just because he had his own abilities.

    His breath shook as he breathed in deeply, his throat aching from forcing himself not to cry. Soon it was unbearable and he let out a sob, tears wetting his hands. Ingrid and Byrne cared about him and he had so easily left them behind. It was not as though he did not appreciate their help and their care, but they did not deserve this life. They did not deserve to be hunted along with him for the rest of their lives only to end up with fates similar to his own family.

    It was better this way? Wasn't it? His stomach growled in protest to that thought but he paid it no mind. Perhaps he could eat bugs? He did not need a fire for those did he? However, the thought made him cringe. Nyka did not want to eat bugs. Hell, he did not want to be out here in the woods all by himself. The thought of bears and wolves scared him even though he could likely deal with them. What if something snuck up on him? He supposed if it was that easy to be taken out then there was not much he could do about it. After all, he would not mind dying out here. It was not as if he had anything better to do. The boy stood grimly, looking up at the sky through the trees. The sun would likely go down soon so it was best to find some sort of place to rest.

    Nyka walked for hours and hours until the sun was going down and his blistered feet screamed at him. It did not seem like he would be finding any shelter soon so he settled down where he was, setting his bag down next to him and pulling out a blanket. He sat up against the tree and covered himself with the blanket, allowing himself to sit and think some more until he found himself slowly drifting off into a slumber.