Caltan

Family

Six hours on a horse buggy all the way from Caltan's capital, Nagasits, to their home city of Sidotis, they call it their home city because it houses approximately 25% more family's then what the capital does. The day has been long, as has the journey to get here but finally we have arrived in Sidotis where people come to have children and husbands that eventually leave for the capital and all it's wonders. My eyes burn with the morning's light. Yet all I can see is houses as tall as the sicrombus trees that line my family's estate. I take in as much of the smells and sounds as I can from this simply blissful city. It sure does remind me of home, I can see it now, the sun waiting for the afternoon to catch up, the sicrombus trees swaying to and fro due to the southern wind that escapes the neighboring mountains while the children play in the garden filled with our old equipment that was used to teach us to stay agile and unseen at the same time. All while the ladies of the house clean, cook and gossip about what latest monstrosity was to be built to make our men "stronger and men of men"

I miss my home but I can't turn back if I did it would bring my family dishonor. It would shame my father who although was entirely against me doing this mission has not yet come to drag me back. Which tells me either he was convinced I should do this or he was forced to leave me be. My family's power and influence has reached all across the world, however not many people have actually seen our faces most of the time it is because they die, whether it's from their own stupidity or because they are the target. I have seen many tall buildings in my life, but nothing like the hospital I'm about to be staying in. It's as if they took six other buildings and mashed them together. In all my life I have only ever seen two doctors in the same room, when my mother passed away there was only one and he was as much of a mess as the rest of us, now there are five doctors right before me. One wants to put pins in my hand, two are fighting on wether or not amputate my leg, one over seeing everything they do, and the last one I recognize, he is important. He is from my family's estate, he is also my mother's brother, the other doctors have left the room, my uncle stayed.

"What the hell were you thinking kearra?" he whispered.

"Your father went ballistic after you disappeared, and leaving only a note? I thought you were more mature then that!"

"I know what I did was wrong but I also know that if I hadn't left, father would have and he would have died or worse, been found out and tortured till they killed him I couldn't just stay at home and do nothing I have a right to protect my family just as much as anyone else in the estate!"

My eyes never leaving his, he knew I was right.

His eyes softened and he returned to the uncle I knew and loved. He gently held my hand looked at all my bruises, all the battle wounds that were inflicted because of my underestimation.

"Your father didn't want you to take this job because he knew it'd be dangerous, he decided to send Night Fang so he was definitely in shock when he found your room empty with only a note left. I have never seen Ace so distraught before. Even when your mother died he never let it affect how you and your brothers were to be raised."

His words pierced my heart. He tapped my hand signaling me that he was leaving.

" I will tell everyone you are well, and then I will come back here and be your informant. This way you won't be all alone."

I nodded in agreement, wiped the stray tears from my face with my good hand. Everything hurts, the tube in my throat is very uncomfortable, it pinches when I swallow.

Slowly coming to, the pain from the tube and the casting on my leg and hand jolt me awake, the nurse maidens rushing in to remove the tube as they tell me over and over "It's going to be alright." My senses finally returning to me giving me an affirmation that I am indeed still alive.

A few days have passed since my surgery I'd say it went perfectly after all, not only did I get to keep my life but I also got to keep my leg. I don't know what I would have done if it was amputated.

The smell of a very deep musk spread through the hall, my eyes trained to the doorway of my room, his silk brushing against the trim of the door, his shoes shined almost as brightly as the morning sun, his emerald green eyes scanning me from head to toe, his smile both stunning and vile at the same time. What I would do if I could have just seen him without a shirt, my thoughts of him run wild in my head, as if reading my mind, he closed the door gently locking it then doing the same to the blinds and finally swaying himself into my direction, my heart quickened, surely my face was red for his smile grew bigger, he leaned in, " I had heard my little bird was awake I appreciate that you didn't die, now tell me you will be healed soon after all we have another fight coming up."

His smugness ruined all the thoughts in my head and now I'm back to reality, where his royal highness is still a pain in everyone's ass.

"The doctors said it would take about three to six weeks for my wounds to heal."

his face went sour almost to a pout.

"The fight is in two weeks. Be ready by then or this wont be considered pain when I'm through with you.

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