Chapter 4: Twelve Years Old
A few months ago my food serving was complete. The rest of the time I served the food without falling, which was a relief.
I walked into my new room in the sidoko. The king had requested specifically that I stay at the sidoko. I awed as I looked at the beautiful deep sapphire curtains with elaborate gold writing. There was a bed in the center of the room; the sheets were a royal blue decorated with white markings. A chekota wood (similar to mahogany) nightstand was placed at the top, left side of the bed. On it was placed a lamp and vase of the rarest flowers on Izaia. Yellow, blue trimmed flowers, ninolia, similar to the tulip, were inside the vase along with unjandies and ontus.
I set my stuff down, ran over to the bed, and landed on the softness of the bed. The comforters were made of sida, which feels like silk, only finer and slightly softer.
A knock rose at my door. Unwillingly I got off the bed and answered the door. A boy about my age with spiked hair and one long piece hanging down was there.
"Hey, you just move across the hall?" he asked.
"Uhhh.yeah." That was all I could say.
He thrust out his hand, "Well nice to meet you. I'm Hiroshi."
I took his hand, "Hi, I'm Kotaishi," I said still unsure if I could trust Hiroshi. "Are there any others?" I asked.
"Just us if you mean kids invited to stay at the sidoko. Other than that, there's just the servants, knig, queen, princes, and princess," he said.
A wave of relief struck me. I invited Hiroshi in.
"So are you training to be a Protector?" I asked.
"Nah. I'm training to be a Satomarin," he said. A Satomarin is kinda like a two-star general.
Hiroshi sat in on the bed. "Why? Are you gonna be a protector?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said nonchalantly.
"Wow! That's really hard training. I bet your mako is really proud of you," he said in awe.
"My mako is dead," I said flatly.
"Sorry.who was he?"
"Jectð."
"REALLY?! Do you remember anything about him?"
I thought for a moment. Scenes of my mako and toran screaming flashed through my head. A scene of A woman holding a baby and silently crying. The glint of light off of a large sword and blood flashed through my memory. I held my head.
"Are you ok?" Hiroshi asked. He sounded concerned.
I lifted my head. "I'm ok," I responded.
"Alright then. So do you remember anything?" he asked again.
"No," I responded lightly.
I don't believe it was that I didn't know, but I was afraid to know more than anything.
Then I remembered that I was supposed to be courageous, but as the days passed, I grew more and more afraid of my own past. I was going to confront it sooner or later and I'd have to be ready to defend all I loved. So I held on a little longer.
A few months ago my food serving was complete. The rest of the time I served the food without falling, which was a relief.
I walked into my new room in the sidoko. The king had requested specifically that I stay at the sidoko. I awed as I looked at the beautiful deep sapphire curtains with elaborate gold writing. There was a bed in the center of the room; the sheets were a royal blue decorated with white markings. A chekota wood (similar to mahogany) nightstand was placed at the top, left side of the bed. On it was placed a lamp and vase of the rarest flowers on Izaia. Yellow, blue trimmed flowers, ninolia, similar to the tulip, were inside the vase along with unjandies and ontus.
I set my stuff down, ran over to the bed, and landed on the softness of the bed. The comforters were made of sida, which feels like silk, only finer and slightly softer.
A knock rose at my door. Unwillingly I got off the bed and answered the door. A boy about my age with spiked hair and one long piece hanging down was there.
"Hey, you just move across the hall?" he asked.
"Uhhh.yeah." That was all I could say.
He thrust out his hand, "Well nice to meet you. I'm Hiroshi."
I took his hand, "Hi, I'm Kotaishi," I said still unsure if I could trust Hiroshi. "Are there any others?" I asked.
"Just us if you mean kids invited to stay at the sidoko. Other than that, there's just the servants, knig, queen, princes, and princess," he said.
A wave of relief struck me. I invited Hiroshi in.
"So are you training to be a Protector?" I asked.
"Nah. I'm training to be a Satomarin," he said. A Satomarin is kinda like a two-star general.
Hiroshi sat in on the bed. "Why? Are you gonna be a protector?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said nonchalantly.
"Wow! That's really hard training. I bet your mako is really proud of you," he said in awe.
"My mako is dead," I said flatly.
"Sorry.who was he?"
"Jectð."
"REALLY?! Do you remember anything about him?"
I thought for a moment. Scenes of my mako and toran screaming flashed through my head. A scene of A woman holding a baby and silently crying. The glint of light off of a large sword and blood flashed through my memory. I held my head.
"Are you ok?" Hiroshi asked. He sounded concerned.
I lifted my head. "I'm ok," I responded.
"Alright then. So do you remember anything?" he asked again.
"No," I responded lightly.
I don't believe it was that I didn't know, but I was afraid to know more than anything.
Then I remembered that I was supposed to be courageous, but as the days passed, I grew more and more afraid of my own past. I was going to confront it sooner or later and I'd have to be ready to defend all I loved. So I held on a little longer.