I hadn't looked at the map for over three weeks, so it took me a while to find out where I was.
Beris town, it wasn't on the map, but I could remember rougthly where it was. If I went west from where I was sitting, I'd atleast be going in the right direction. When I'd lived here, Beris town was one of the villages not solely contolled by the Rakyat, and one of the places Kai had lived.
I remember him talking to my mum the day we'd left. They had been in the kitchen and I'd been sat on the stairs. It was a day after my dad had left, hours before I'd made my mum stop crying, but after three words, three muffled words I couldn't hear, she started again.
It hadn't been Vaas at the door. It had been Merrick. He'd literally pushed passed me and dragged my dad in to the back room. He left that night, the last thing he said to me was goodbye.
I waited for him the next day, but as the hours wore on, and the looks from the other villagers got tortuous, I knew the truth.
That morning, Kai had showed up, a bit more roughed up than usual. I didnt hear the whole conversation, but I heard enough.
"You must never tell her why!"
"She'll hate me" my mum had cried
"You must, never let her return, "
Kai had to help me. He was a warrior, and Merricks older brother, but he was also my father's best friend.
I placed the map in my bag and followed the trail down the hill.
I'd already cocluded that the red blots all over the map were some sort of enemy outpost. The doctor had written about them, about how Jason had overtook them, one by one, all on his own.
It was a miracle.. How on earth did he do something the Rakyat couldn't.
Manipulation
Manipulation wouldn't give you that sort of power
No, but the jungle would
He wasn't a Rakyat
You don't need to be Rakyat to harness the jungles power, the jungle chooses you...
But he denied it...
No, he just wasn't their puppet..
We'd learned about the jungle as kids. About the animals that could murder you, about the plants that could heal you, kill you or get you high. They also told us about this power that only a true warrior could harness, but my mum had always told me different. She said that anyone could harness the power, and the way they uses it defined them. The jungle wasn't always about fighting and survival.
You don't have to be from a Rakyat bloodline to become a warrior...
I walked across the beach. I should have been more aware of what was around me, but there hadn't been a blotch near where I was, I was sure of it.
Luckily, I'd seen the red dot of the snyper before it was on me, and when it dissapeared, searching for something else, I knew he'd missed me.
It was like the other one I'd bumped in to a few weeks before, but this time, there wasn't any dogs. I crept round the walls of the outposts, making sure that I listened to what they were saying. The last thing I wanted to do was walk in to one of them.
"This fucking heat man"
"Stop your wining or I'll shoot you"
"Can't we just do something?"
"No, we're under strict rules, remember"
"I think I liked him better dead"
"If he was, we'd all be fucked"
I got to the othet side quickly. None of the men had noticed me and I was able to disappear back in to the shrubbery.
I didn't understanf what they meant, but I had this feeling it all led back to him.
Keep going...
Really sorry that this one is such a short chapter... Enjoy though and thanks for reading :)
