[translations are at the end of the chapters]
His strong voice sent shivers down her spine. She felt her head moving. She was nodding. Obeying for the sake of her life.
"I cannot support your incompetence much longer. You are a shame to our family," her father spat and Valika lowered her head, clenching her hands to fists.
"They will banish you, ai goufa," her mother had this pleading look on her face almost as if she'd have Valika kill her just to get one mark on her daughter's back.
"Yu don kom gona!" Her father raised his voice and looked at his wife with a similar disgust that he showed towards their weakness.
"Wor ste baga, nontu," she quoted her grandmother. Valika didn't have time to react to her father raising his hand and slamming it on the table.
"Nou long en yu laik baga!" He closed his eyes and regained his posture.
"bants! hogeda gon yu!" Valika didn't hesitate and rushed out of the little house a little too fast. She promptly stumbled into Nyko, her village's healer.
"Sorry," she bit her lip and smiled at the man lightly. "No problem, strik won," her ruffled her hair and stepped towards the door.
"I wouldn't-", Valika paused, "He's not in his best mood."
"Let that be my concern. I have received a message from heda for your father," she only nodded and left off towards the woods.
x
Valika swung her spear around searching for an adventure she wouldn't need a weapon for. Once she got to an all too familiar clearing she dropped the spear and finally climbed up the memorial to sit at its feet.
Most of the times she'd be sitting there with her best friend. He was a warrior. What she felt like was making her different was her inability to blend everything out during battle. To focus on the physical target only and on the goal: The opponent's death.
Valika would think about the stories that lay behind the mask of the warrior; about the loss, the pain and the ache that made these people killers.
She was the only person older than ten in camp that didn't have a single killing mark on her back. She preferred helping the wounded and learning from Nyko. He had accepted her as his apprentice, giving her a way to feel like she fit in.
Valika let her mind wander, but once she heard the sound of something crashing towards the ground she decided to look up, only to find something flying to the ground a few miles east of her position.
She reached for her spear, knowing she wouldn't use it, but for knowing that she could. The big object crashed and Valika flinched. She needed to talk to her father about this.
As she entered camp she saw Gideon, a five year-old, sitting in front of the gates. He inspected her with his big, brown eyes and then pointed the sky.
"Baga?" He whispered.
translations:
yu laik ai baga - you are my enemy
ai goufa - my child
Yu don kom gona - you have to be a warrior
Wor ste baga, nontu - war is the enemy, father
Nou long en yu laik baga - not long and you are the enemy
bants! hogeda gon yu! - leave! all of you!
strik won - little one
heda - commander (duh)
baga - enemy
songs I listened to while writing:
fairly local by twenty one pilots
stressed out by twenty one pilots
sun by sleeping at last
i bet my life by imagine dragons
nothern downpour by panic! at the disco
this is war by thirty seconds to mars
knocking on heavens door by RAIGN
angels fall by breaking benjamin
dark side of me by coheed and cambria
(i had them on repeat lol)
edited: 6/30/16
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