From the Skies to the Heavens
Thirteenth Prompt: Escape
Word Count (for drabble only): 354 words
Nahyuta felt his hand clutch around the prayer beads, drops of sweat falling down his forehead. It was an instinctive response, involuntary. He wished he could prevent it, but he could not. Not when she was in the room. His aunt.
It wasn't enough that she wanted him to prosecute his own father. It wasn't enough that she held his mother and sister over his head whenever she wanted her bidding done. It wasn't enough that she had declared him her champion in the legal world when all he'd wanted to was destroy her.
No, now she had to stand beside him, and force him to watch as she snuffed the last spark of hope in the entire kingdom out. When the Defiant Dragons fell, Nahyuta knew it would be the end. Never again would he be able to escape to distant nations and take cases that didn't always relate to Khura'in. No longer would he be able to meet careless foreigners who remained untouched by Ga'ran's poison, to pretend he was one of them. No more would he be able to visit different shores and imagine he belonged there.
So many times he'd thought about running. Seeking asylum in America or Borginia or Zheng Fa or Germany. It was only his fear for those he loved that kept him from trying it.
That, and the fear that such a move would kill him and whoever else he grew close to abroad. Nahyuta had resisted growing close to others for so long, but recently, he'd found himself unable to resist. Emotions he never thought he'd be able to feel surfaced in the oddest of times.
He'd denied it for so long, but when he saw Ema Skye take the stand once again... he knew it was true. Just as he knew that it ultimately didn't matter.
Caring about others had only become a weakness. Ga'ran had made sure of that. His mother would be saved. His father could do no more. His sister would recover.
And Nahyuta would never escape.
A/N's: Yay, darkness! It's been forever since I wrote for this drabble series (or this ship), and this is what I come back with?
Ah well, I suppose it can't be helped. The prompt was escape, and this was the first thing to come to mind when I saw that. Such deep sadness... good thing nothing Nahyuta foresaw here came to pass. Things actually ended somewhat well for him, even if he's now attempting to run a state with no experience to speak of.
Glad you all could tune in again, thanks for reading, and I'll see you on the far side!