The One Who's Fallen

Chapter 6

I slip into my tent, noting that Artigas stands at the entrance with his back to me. Guards must stay outside the houses when they're on duty or something.

I look around the tent and am immediately impressed by the craftsmanship of the wooden furniture. The bed looks so much comfier than the metal cots I've had in the Sky Box. I move my hand through the pelts, marveling at the softness and touch the bottom that I'll lay on tonight. I'm shocked to find it soft as well.

The ones we had on the Ark were metal for most, and only the highest up had actual beds. Because dad was an important engineer and my mother is on the council, my parents had an actual bed. When I was younger, more often than not I crawled into their bed to sleep. I stopped when I was older because when I woke up I'd find my dad sleeping on the floor because there wasn't room for the three of us anymore.

My eyes fill with tears from just thinking of him, so I turn my eyes toward the sky and blink them away. I set my woven basket thing on my bed and begin to unpack. I guess I'll be here for a while. I can always head back if I need anything there.

Perhaps now I can finally get new clothes. I've been wearing the same ones for the entire time I've been down here. Maybe I can trade for some, if I go hunting or gathering again. It's also possible that there could be old hidden storage places that could have things.

Once I finish putting everything away, I sling my bow back on my shoulder. When I was looking around earlier, almost everyone was armed. The children even had daggers strapped to their hips, and the elderly had swords held in place by holsters on their backs. There were some that walked around with bows, as well so I know I should be able to carry it around. Hopefully I won't be seen as hostile and killed.

I put my knife in a holster I'd fashioned from a rabbit pelt. My homemade quiver and arrows are strapped to my back, as well. Making things from pelts was a pain, but once they're finished, they turned out to be really handy to have.

Satisfied, I walk out of my tent, looking around and trying to memorize where it is. I'd hate to get lost and forget where I live now.

It's only a few hours past midday, so the town is still full of people in the streets.

I turn to Artigas. "I'm going to explore."

He nods, "I will be right behind you. Not all speak your language."

"Who does?" I ask.

"It is the warrior's language. It is taught to few others."

I don't have anything to say to that, so I take the time to store that information in my head before I begin walking. True to his word, Artigas stays only a few steps behind me.

I can feel people's eyes on me but no one approaches.

There are vendors on the streets, shouting in their language about what they're selling.

I'm about an hour into exploring when I feel a tug on my shirt. I look down to see three kids, looking up at me and smiling. I smile back, and they giggle.

"Skai Prisa, yu es meizen." The youngest one, a girl, blushes as she says it.

The two other kids nod. "Sha." Another says.

Artigas stands beside me, "They just said 'Sky Princess, you are beautiful. And the others agreed."

"Can you tell them I say thank you? I don't know your language."

He nods. "Of course." Artigas turns to the kids, "Skai Prisa biyo mochof."

The children giggle again and run off.

"I guess I'll have to learn your language." I muse aloud.

"It would be wise to learn it, yes. I am certain you will learn from listening, but Anya and I can teach you."

"Thank you. What do you call your language?"

"It is Trigedasleng. What you speak is called Gonasleng."

"So gona would mean warrior, right? Since it's the warriors' language?"

Artigas looks surprised. "Yes. You learn quickly."

I shrug, a faint blush creeping onto my face. "My mother doesn't like to repeat herself."

"What did she teach you?"

I smile, liking him better. He seems honestly curious, not just making small talk. "Medicine. She was our head doctor."

Artigas lights up. "You are a healer? Perhaps you can assist Nyko. He is the town's healer. He could use the assistance, and in the sky you must have had different training."

"I'll help in any way I can." I promise.

"Excuse me." A voice says. I turn to see a tall blonde woman with a kind face (so definitely not Anya). "I could not help noticing your bow. I do not recognize the craftsmanship. May I ask where you got it from?"

"I made it."

"Truly? How long have you been carving?"

"About since I came down here." Damn it, she's cute. Stop blushing face, there's nothing to be shy about. "So twenty days."

Realization dawns on her face. "You are the one who fell from the sky. It is a honor to meet you. I am Niylah, let me know if you need anything." She smiles kindly at me.

"Thank you."

An older man calls her name and her head turns to him before she looks back at me. "That was my father. He owns a trading post and I help him run it. I must go."

"Bye." I say as she turns to walk away.

She flashes me a smile and then continues on her way. I notice a metal band on her arm and frown. That doesn't look like anything these people could make. It has a manufactured look.

"Clarke, it is late and you will be awakened early tomorrow. Perhaps you should get some sleep." Artigas suggests.

"That's a good idea. Thank you."

I walk back to my tent and feel accomplished when I get there without getting lost once. I practically fall face first onto the bed and fall asleep almost instantly. It's been a long, interesting day but tomorrow... I'm going to start training.

There doesn't seem to be a translation for "you are" on trigedasleng.info so yu es is made up by me.
Yes, Niylah is here but this will be a Clexa story! She actually wasn't going to come up (as far as I've planned, which isn't much), but I thought why not so here she is! I think she is going to serve a purpose in this story and no, she won't be another wlw with a gun pointed at her.
Thank you all for reading and stay awesome!