Kanan had gone to retrieve Minnow. Siya figured that much since he woke up in a bed with only Amon there and neither of his protectors with him. How long had he been sleeping? Slowly the Fire King sat up, groaning as he went. Everything hurt. His head was the most painful, pounding dully as he got into a sitting position. Reaching up, he held his hand up against the side of his temple, wincing and grinding his teeth.
Looking over to Amon, he kept one eye closed as he asked the air King what was on his mind, âH-how long have I slept?â
Amon had been fairly close to dozing off himself, having been sitting cross legged on the floor near the doorway. Heâd lost track of time since Siya had fallen asleep, mostly because he himself was struggling to not fall asleep. So when someone spoke up, the Air Kingâs drooping head shot up straight at the sound, coming back to smack the wall behind him.
Amon shouted in pain, reaching back and rubbing his head, turning around to glare angrily at the wall that had so rudely...been in the way, before turning to look at the Fire King who was sitting up in bed. Amonâs features immediately shifted to their usual cheery features as he sat up more. âFor about,â Amon paused, just smiling as he tried to get an idea of how long it actually had been, âFor about,â another pause, âbleh~hours. That is how long.â
Looking off to the side for a moment, he then looked back at Siya. âHow are you feeling right now?â
Siya sighed. So then Amon didnât really know how long heâd slept. The Fire King was sure heâd slept far too long already. He needed to get ready for them to move out. They had to go and intercept the Nobleâs army before they reached the next city. He was just about to get up when Amon asked him how he was feeling.
He took a deep breath, gaze locked on the sheets of the bed heâd been laid up in. He struggled for the right words, âI⊠I donât know, Amon. If you mean physically⊠I will be honest. I hurt. My body aches constantly. This headache ceases to leave me and let me rest,â Siya took a moment again before he continued.
âBut I cannot afford to rest too much. There are things I need to do. We need to move out as soon as possible. The Nobles are headed for the next city and I must stop them before they get there,â he finished and threw his legs over the side of the bed to start getting up and head for the door.
Amon watched as Siya began moving to get up off the bed, Amon standing up as well. âThen you need to take it easy, Siya. I mean, Iâm honestly all for going after them, but with how set you seem to be on throwing yourself into the furnace, you are in no condition to do such a thing.â He walked towards the younger man, stopping in front of him with his arms crossed. âHonestly Siya, I think you may just want to rest. Give yourself a break, and let your men do the fighting for a bit, until your body is ready to go back out there.â
He uncrossed his arms, letting them hang by his side. âYou have us to help you as well, so there is no reason to run yourself into the ground.â he watched the Fire King for a moment before a smile once again appeared on the Air Kingâs face. âNot to mention, it isnât me who is going to stop you in the end. But I will tell you a little secret of mine.â
Amonâs grin only grew wider, âI tend to call Minnow my âLittle Fishieâ not just because it is a cute name, but also because he can change what kinda fishie he is quite easily. I donât think you want to see the barracuda side of him emerge again, now do you?â he finished, raising an eyebrow at Siya.
The words of protest began to curl on his tongue, but as Amon leaned forward and spoke about Minnow, Siyaâs face paled a little. The blonde healer could be quite the force to reckon with. And the Fire King had already seemed to spite the young man enough. His outburst in the hall was not something Siya had ever seen before, and it hurt to have made the healer so angry to have done so in the first place.
Hanging his head, Siya slowly nodded, biting his lip absently, âI⊠Will rest then. Only because I do not desire to be flayed alive by Minnow,â the young King said with a frown on his lips. He looked up at Amon breifly before he dropped his gaze again.
âIâm sorry⊠I know I have not been the best. I justâŠâ Siya ground his teeth again, reaching up and gripping his hair tightly as he took in a shuddering breath, âI wanted to prove something, but it seems Iâve only proven the Nobles correct in everything theyâve said. Iâve been selfish. Utterly selfish this entire time.
âIâve only been thinking of myself. How much I have lost and no one else. I amâŠâ Siya paused for a moment, a bitter laugh on his lips as he looked up again and held Amonâs gaze, âIâm jealous, Amon. You have Kanan and Minnow. Valrien has Harlan and Lutchka. And yet I am without anything that I once had. Asier left me after we came back. I donât even know why! I canât help but to think that he didnât want to serve me anymore, that I was too weak to even try to protect. Too much of a burden.â
He let out an angry sound as his head dropped forward, âIâm being pathetic, I know. I just donât know how to deal with all of this. I donât know what Iâm doing anymore, Amon. I really donât know.â
Amon quietly listened to Siya, taking in the words he said. As his head fell forwards, a sound of frustration escaping his lips as he did so, Amon brought a hand up to rest on Siyaâs shoulder. âYouâre not pathetic, you are just inexperienced. You never had to feel this kinda turmoil before, so much of it coming at you so suddenly is going to be hard to face. You will figure out how to face it, in time as we all have before.â
He lowered his hand from Siyaâs shoulder as he continued, âIt might hurt to see what we have and you donât, but know that many of us had to go through the same thing you did. I donât have any remaining biological family, and I lost the person I loved as well. Valrienâs only remaining family went crazy and he was forced to kill his brother to protect all of us. Kanan too had to deal with much in his life, and Iâm certain that Lutchka, Harlan, and Minnow have all had to do the same. Your time will come Siya, you just have to take the hits and keep on your feet.â
Amon smiled, âAnd I donât think...um....Damiano left because of you. He was an officer in your armies for a while before becoming a protector, right? I think if youâd been the issue, heâdâve left awhile ago. No, something was on his mind. Hell, even if he did leave because he thought you were weak, then it is his loss!â Amon said the last part a bit loudly, his grin growing. âHeâs the one who lost out, having run from all the good people here!â
Amon reached up, ruffling up Siyaâs hair, his grin still plastered on his face. âYouâll get your due, I know you will. You are too nice a person for fate to be cruel to you forever after all!â
âA-Amon⊠I,â Siyaâs voice failed him as he sat there. Tears were choking him, so the small Fire King simply settled for nodding his head while taking in deep, shuddering breaths in a vain attempt to calm down.
It took him some time before he was able to speak properly again. Slowly, Siya shifted on the bed and pulled himself backwards so that he could lay down again. He was getting weak, light headed even, so he opted for being already laid up on the mattress rather than dropping on Amon a second time.
âDid Kanan go to find Minnow? I really need to apologize to him for making him so angry.â
Amon nodded his head when Siya asked about Minnow, âHe did, yes.â Amon chuckled again, âThough I think it might be the both of you exchanging apologies. It is rare to see such a fire in the little fella, and I think he was quite surprised with himself. Youâll get your chance to apologize soon enough though, so just lie down and rest.â Amon turned and walked back over to where he had been sitting, situating himself on the floor while looking towards Siya.
âSo then, Siya.â Amon said while looking towards the Fire King, âHow about we pass the time with a few stories, hm? I donât really know much about you honestly, so why donât you tell me a bit about where you grew up and all?â
Minnow had spoken with Kanan earlier, and that had helped him calm down quite a bit. He didnât exactly regret what he had said, but he wasnât proud of it either. Besides that fact, there were other things that were playing heavily on his mind. Things that tended to haunt him constantly nowadays and things that werenât going to be a help to anyone.
So the little healer was currently walking down the halls in the manor, heading towards the room that he had been told that Siya was resting in. He paused at the door for a moment, readjusting his medpack a bit nervously before knocking lightly.
Amon blinked and looked back up at the door, having cut off the chance for him and Siya to talk. Standing up, Amon then opened the door, smiling at the sight of Minnow standing there. âHey there buddy. Heâs awake now for you.â
Amon stepped back, opening the door completely. âTry not to maul him too much, unless of course he misbehaves and tries to escape. In which case, do what you need to do.â He then looked back at Siya, giving the Fire King a smile. âRemember about what I said, calling him my âLittle Fishieâ.â Amon said with a chuckle before looking at Minnow and giving him a nod and heading on out of the room.
Siya frowned at Amon, his earlier thoughts on how to answer the manâs questions leaving his mind when Minnow showed up. He waited until Amon left before he looked away to the ceiling and spoke softly. Firstly, he had to apologize to the little healer for making him so angry, so thatâs what he did.
âMinnow, Iâm sorry for⊠What I did. I didnât mean to make you angry, or be selfish⊠I just. Donât know what Iâm doing anymore. Are you still angry with me?â he asked, turning his head to look at the blonde.
Minnow had an uncharacteristically sober look to his face when Amon opened the door. He tried for a little smile, but the bit about mauling anybody didnât help his thoughts one bit. He was glad that Amon left the two of them. He loved his King, but he could be crass and oblivious quite often.
When Siya spoke up, Minnow was tempted to hold his hand up to quiet him, but he thought better of it. With the Fire Kingâs apology, Minnow shook his head. âNo, of course not. It was not my position to question your means, so I want to apologize too.â He closed the door behind him and walked over to one of the windows, pulling the curtains aside to allow some light to filter into the room so he could see better.
The little healer walked over to the bed and sat down next to Siya carefully, opening his pack and pulling out a few things here and there. He then began his examination of the King, carefully moving about and shifting clothes here and there to assess the damage.
âYou had every right, Minnow,â Siya replied softly. He shifted a little to help Minnow lift the shirt so that the little healer could see the poorly bandaged wound in his stomach, over the hip bone, âI just want to say right now, that⊠Iâm sorry if I⊠Do anything wrong. Iâm so lost. I canât think straight. I donât know what Iâm doing half the timeâŠâ Tears curled into his eyes, slowly leaking out as he looked away from Minnow.
He hadnât told anyone the deeper parts of his thoughts, so as they slowly surfaced to Minnow, he couldnât help but to cry again, âStaying alive is just as hard. I donât know, Minnow. Itâs never been this hard. Iâm sorry,â he said sniffing and trying to calm down again, âI donât mean to be like this. Just⊠Bear with me. Please.â
Minnow breathed a soft little laugh that held very little humor in it when Siya mentioned not knowing what to do and apologizing for doing something wrong. âYouâre not the only one who feels that way, you know. It isnât as easy as you think to heal people. Sure, I have experience, but Iâm always afraid I might screw something up, especially in Reimrand where I have no skill whatsoever. Iâm not a very good protector, either, and to be honest I think I may have put my own King into danger more than once just because Iâm so incapable at doing any real protecting.â
The little blonde spoke quietly, running his fingers gently over the torn flesh to check the damage and how badly it had been torn. He frowned gently when tears began to dribble from Siyaâs eyes. He leaned forward and gently placed the pads of his thumbs against the corners of his eyes to wipe away the tears.
âThings always get worse before they get better. I would know. Weâve all got scars, and no oneâs is worse than anyone elseâs, because the skills and personalities we each have put a strong strain on anything we might go through. Itâs not all bad, though. You can meet great people along the way, even if that means having to leave others behind. Ask anyone, we all have horrors that wreak havoc in our memories.â
Minnow patted Siya lightly on the shoulder before going to work on his side, reworking the bandages and cleaning out whatever crap the other healers missed. âYou need more sleep,â He scolded, not entirely being gentle with the Kingâs wounds while he tended to them. Siya wasnât going to get out of it that easily.
Siya cringed on the bed, his leg pulling up as Minnow worked on his wound. He clenched the sheets tightly, squeezing his eyes shut and grinding his teeth, âM-MinnowâŠâ he complained, though he was sure the little healer would ignore his pain. Little pants of pain hit the air in the room as the blonde worked. Siya did his best to keep still but it was a chore in doing so. Silently he just begged for Minnow to finish up quickly.
âWouldnât hurt so much if you werenât getting them all the time.â The healer reprimanded mercilessly. There was a time to be gentle a time to be firm, and this one was for the latter. It seemed the only way he could get people to be a bit more conscious about hurting themselves is if he promised worse pain when tending to them. Normally he was a sweetheart and always concerned with the pains of others, but when it came to stubborn bull-headed people like pretty much everyone he knew at that point, a firm hand was needed.
Siya made a soft sound, a partial whimper of pain as he lay there, shifting ever so slightly as Minnow worked. He wanted it to be over soon, hoping that Minnow would at least spare him from the pain for much longer, âO-Okay⊠Okay! Ah! That stings⊠Minnow,â he said, retracting his hand from grabbing the little healers wrist to get him to stop with whatever he was putting on it, âIâll be more careful! Iâm sorry,â he said quickly hoping to appease the blonde. Iâm never getting wounded again⊠Ever! Not like this⊠Aah, damn it it hurts! he thought to himself as he prayed for a quick end to the healing process.
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A few Days Later
âRemind me again why Iâm doing this?â Siya said with a bit of a clip to his tone.
Valrien rolled his eyes as he led the young man out to the soldiers training area. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to keep Siya from ordering his men to begin marching, even more so to meet his new Protector and trainer, as well as to agree to let Lutchka and Amon train him in a few other things too. Most notably to mention, Minnow was the biggest reason why Siya even agreed to any of the terms.
Valrien grinned despite himself. The little healer was quite the master at making people obey and do what he wanted them to. It made the Prince wonder how in the hell Kanan dealt with the little blonde. Perhaps he would ask when Minnow wasnât within earshotâŠ
âYou nearly got yourself killed, you donât have any protectors right now, and we have already decided that youâre going to train with him whether you like it or not.â
âI really want to light you on fire right nowâŠâ
Valrien scoffed at him, âYes, well good luck with that, My Lord. Now, go say hello to your new Protector,â the Prince said while giving the young King a light shove against his back.
They had come to the area that would be designated for the King to train in, a tall red-haired man standing there already. Siya swallowed dryly before glancing back at Valrien in apprehension, âWhat is his name again?â
Valrien sighed, rolling his eyes yet again, âFarasima, donât you pay attention to anything? Now⊠Play nicely, donât threaten him with fire or anything else equally unpleasant⊠And try not to accidentally shoot anyone, or yourself.â
âShut up, Valrien!â
The Prince grinned then turned on his heel, âI have a highly volatile woman to go try to appease, so if you do not see me again⊠Itâs probably due to Lutchka burning me to a crisp.â
Siya huffed at him, watching him for a moment before turning back to the red head who was called Farasima. The young King muttered under his breath as he started his approach, âI hope she does light you on fireâŠâ
Farasima was standing in the training area, fidgeting a bit nervously with the bow he had been provided. Next to him sat another bow, leaning up against a wooden barrel filled with a number of arrows for them to use. He was nervous about meeting with the person he was now being ordered to not only train, but protect. He wasnât sure exactly of how capable he was for such a job, as he had never been the greatest warrior in his tribe. He was a good shot and skilled rider just like any other, but he was no UrdaâReshla, the best the Skisânaturi tribe had to offer as soldiers.
He closed his eyes, as again he found himself circling back to such painful thoughts. Thankfully, he did not have a chance to think on them as he heard the sound of Prince Valrien approaching, ushering along a slightly shorter white haired man. Farasima stood up, glancing down at the bow once more in his hand with a bit of a frown. The other issue he was having is that this bow was quite different from the ones he was used to using. Of course, this one was designed to be used by foot soldiers, where the Skisâtatari man had always used a much smaller bow designed to be fired from the back of a horse.
He listened to the two bicker for a few moments, Valrien finally pushing the King forwards towards Farasima. He couldnât hear what Siya said under his breath as he approached, he just hoped it wasnât an insult directed towards him. As Siya moved forward, Farasima quickly bowed to him. âK-King, hello.â was all Farasima could think to say as he kept his head lowered. He figured the best he could do was follow the rules of etiquette he been taught. âI hope you are well, King.â
âU-uh⊠I-I am alright,â Siya answered, his voice cracking a few times. He looked away, scuffing his boot against the sandy training area, âPlease, donât call me that. Just Siya is okay. O-oh, uh.. My name is Siya, so please justâŠâ the young King faltered and let the rest fall away as he tugged at the end of his braid that hung just over his shoulder.
In the middle of his telling the man not to address him as King, Siya had remembered that heâd in fact never introduced himself, hence the reason for his stumble on his words and speech. He sighed heavily to himself. So much for making an impression⊠he thought sourly. Looking back to Farasima, he frowned a little.
âValrien told me you are my new Protector, and that you are to be training me. Tell me, what are you going to train me to do? I heard too that youâre agreeing to serve as my protector because they saved your life. But you do not have to do this if you do not wish to,â Siya said firmly.
At the back of his mind, he chided himself. He sounded almost as if he didnât want Farasima and he bit his tongue rather hard once he realized his tone. Looking away, he scoffed again, âIâm sorry⊠I didnât mean to be so harsh. I just⊠Never mind. I donât know what it is I really want right now. Please forgive my poor attitude.â
Farasima blinked, somewhat confused when he was told to drop the formal antics. He lifted his head, looking up at Siya before rising back to his full height. âApologies, it is habit. We are taught to respect those above us, and DuâDradasi was said to be strict. We were taught to do to not anger him.â
He listened to the rest of what he had to say, Farasima looking to the bow as Siya mentioned not having to help or protect him. The red-head watched the bow for a moment, spinning it in his hand; he only looked back up at Siya when he apologized. âI take no offence, King.â he paused, coughing and clearing his throat as he caught his mistake, âI mean, Siya. I do have to do this, as I can not ignore what they did for me. I should have died, but they saved me. So I owe them, and they wish for me to help you. I will do it.â
He watched Siya for a long moment before looking off towards the target at the end of the range. âI donât have anywhere to go, so here is where Iâll stay. I will protect and train.â he then looked back at Siya. âI will train you to shoot bow. Shoot well, hit target, and not be killed back. I will teach you to ride horse well, and to fire from the back. They seem to wish to train you to fight close with opponents, which is good as I am not strong there. So Iâll train you to use this well.â he said, grabbing the other bow that lay on the ground and handing it out to Siya. As he did so, he held the bow quite carefully, offering it out to the King with an open hand and bowing his head slightly as he did so.
âWhen ready, we begin, Siya.â Farasima said, lifting his head back up once the bow was taken from his hand.
âDuâDradasi?â Siya repeated the word in confusion as he looked up at Farasima. He sighed and shook his head though, he would learn it later. Just like with Damiano, the man spoke a different tongue and Siya never really asked, just learned it as he went. Some stuff he had a general idea of. Whenever he said âmi reyâ he figured the man was addressing him by a title of some sort. There were a few other things, curses and the like but nothing he knew substantially.
This would be the same he figured.
As Farasima reached out and handed him the bow, Siya took it from his hands carefully and eyed it. He didnât know how to hold it, so it felt awkward in his hand. Thankfully it was fairly light, not too heavy. Siya looked up at the red-head and frowned a bit. Awkwardly standing there with a bow in his hands, he tried to figure out how to use it. Sure heâd seen Damiano use his plenty of times before, but to be handed one out of the blueâŠ
The King tilted the bow back and forth in his hands, trying to discern how to handle it. How would he hold the arrow on the string? Like how Damiano did? Maybe? Could he even do that? Siya nibbled on his lip, eyebrows curled together in concentration. He stood silently as he waited for Farasima to further instruct him. Canât be that hard⊠It didnât look all that hard to do, Siya chided himself.
It occurred to him that he should probably announce that he was ready to being as Farasima had said they would, when Siya was ready for it. He took a deep breath and then spoke, trying to sound not as irritated or anything of the like over the situation, âAlright. We can start.â
ââThe Wiseâ, or also âThe Spiritâ, is DuâDradasi.â Farasima said, watching the king take the bow and stare at the weapon. âHe was one who united us Skisâtatari, took us and made us stronger than before.â Farasima looked up at the Fire Kingâs face, then looked back down range. âMany not privileged to know his mortal name, so we call him by what he was.â
He then took hold of his own bow, testing its feel, holding it and drawing it back to full draw for a moment and watching down range. He didnât have an arrow ready, so after holding it in place for only a moment, he relaxed his arms. He then looked back to Siya. âI hope they not give us strong bows. Might make training hard if they did.â
He watched the king for a moment, observing the young manâs features. Siya was quite the small individual, in both height and physique. He was certainly no warrior, though Farasima was not much bigger when it came to his own physique. He had never been trained yet to don the heavier armor that the Skisânaturi shock cavalry wore, nor did he ever learn to fight in the thick of combat. Regardless, if Farasima could do it, then he figured that even despite the size of Siya, the King would be able to manage it.
The red-head walked over to the wooden barrel that held their arrows, readying it and taking hold of one and nocking it onto the bow string. He looked over at Siya. âTake arrow, you learn first how to hold it on the bow. It is not difficult, even though it may seem so first.â He remained standing next to the barrel, watching Siya. âIf you are right-handed, it will be the hand to hold bow. Likewise, arrow will rest on left side of bow. If you are left handed, simply reverse what I said.â
As he held the bow, he had wrapped his right index finger around the arrow to hold it against the bow while with his left hand he simply pinched the end of the arrow between his thumb and index. âThis,â he said, lifting his hands to show the King, âIs good way to hold arrow when resting. Combat, usually donât wait with arrow like this though, as you will fire often and not rest.â
Siya nodded as he watched Farasima put the arrow between his fingers. He tried his best to mimic what heâd been shown. Holding the bow in his left hand, he tried to put the arrow there as well, holding the end between his fingers of his right. The damn thing slipped a few times, falling into the sand and rewarding Farasima with a nice view of a very embarrassed King.
He cursed softly to himself, his face heating and staying that way as he just couldnât get a good handle on the arrow. Once he did figure that out, he felt a little bit of triumph wash through him. Yet, when they moved on to putting the arrow in the proper position on the bow, the arrow kept slipping down, or off the curved handle. It was constantly moving and never straight like Farasimaâs was when he held it.
The worst of it was that he wasnât even drawing the string, just trying to position the arrow. Siyaâs frustrations were coming back as he struggled with it. A furious blush painting itself seemingly permanently upon his face as he glared at the bow as if all his problems with it were the weapons fault entirely. After what seemed like forever, Siya finally managed to get the arrow where it should be and stay that way.
It was all in how he held his fingers, held the arrow and underneath the shaft. Looking over to Farasima, he couldnât help the slight smile at his second triumph for the day. Though the smile turned to a little frown of confusion, âNow whatâŠ?â he asked softly. He knew to draw the string, but how did you aim it? Or was there even such a thing? He couldnât help but to think of how Damiano had done it so many times before. It didnât look like he ever âaimedâ the thing, just pulled the string back and let it go while staring down at his target.
Farasima watched the King wrestle with just the arrow, trying to keep it simply held on the bow, and as the manâs face began to take a shade similar to the Skisâtatariâs hair color, Farasima couldnât help but smile. It was simply far too an adorable sight, so much so that Farasima had stopped paying much attention to how the King was even holding the string. After a few moments though Farasima blinked and then quickly shook his head rapidly, getting himself focused again as his smile quickly vanished.
Farasima then walked over towards the King, standing next to him and turning himself to face down range. His eyes though were still settled on the King, eyeing the young man before he then looked down towards the target. âWe start simple, we not go full pull. Learning proper technique more important, as full pull is never held. Once you learn technique and how to hold, then you will be able to fire full pull.â
Farasima, held the bow close to his body, his left fingers still pinching hold of the arrow nocked on the string. In a smooth motion, he then extended the right arm that held the bow, pushing it out while pulling his left hand back some, though he never brought his left hand past further than his left pectoral. He stopped his right arm from extending completely, it still having a slight bend in it. âKeep arrow facing toward target, you may not have strong grip yet so bow may pull arrow free of your fingers.â He then looked back at Siyaâs face, âIf you lose grip on arrow, do not worry.â
He looked back down range for a moment before he quickly turned his head back to Siya. âForgot to mention, when drawing bow use whole upper body. As you saw, I used arm on bow to push it forwards, my hand with arrow used to pull on string. Neither of us strong enough to use one arm to effectively pull string back. Ok?â He said, his gaze tracing along the path that was the Fire Kingâs braid before focusing back on the manâs face.
Siya nodded, though he wasnât sure he entirely understood. Though, when Farasima drew the bow, he got a better perspective. Trying to do as he was told, he pushed on the bow and pulled at the string. At first it was easy to get the string to pull back, but as he tried to get to where Farasima wanted it, he started to shake. Gritting his teeth, Siya tried his best to pull it back a little more. Just as the tall red-head said, he lost his hold on it. The string surprised him as it snapped back into place, tearing through his fingers. The arrow shot forward, not far, but away from him and dropped into the sand.
He wasnât worried about the arrow though. His fingers stung horribly. A soft cry escaped him as he lowered the bow and quite nearly dropped it entirely as he brought his fingers up to his lips. Putting them in his mouth he tried to ease the burn, squeezing his eyes shut. Once he deemed it okay, he shook his hand as he hissed and glared down at the bow in his hand.
âIs it always going to feel like that?â he asked as he went and retrieved the arrow. Once he had it back and settled on the bow, he looked up at Farasima with a bit of a frown. Siya wasnât entirely sure he liked the idea of handling a bow. He let out a sigh as he held it loosely, arrow still attached to the string and in place, âWhy did it have to be a bowâŠâ
Farasima watched the King handle the bow, observing how he did it. When the bow string suddenly slipped free, as Farasima had expected it to, he was startled somewhat when the king made a light sound of pain, tending to his stinging fingers. The foreigner blinked and let go of the hand that held the string of his bow. âI-I sorry! I should have mentioned that.â He looked away from Siyaâs gaze for a moment before looking back at him. He then looked around the area, though in all honestly Farasima didnât think heâd be finding a glove as he was looking for. âI was foolish, should have given you hand protection. I am sorry, King.â he then looked back to Siya.
He cleared his throat, looking down slightly. âIf you wish to, some wear gloves to protect fingers. It will rub fingers raw if you shoot many arrows.â He held up his own hand, showing it to the king. âSkisâtatari live rough life, so our hands toughened by a lot of the work. Still, no shame in using gloves. Performance and results on battlefield more important than your whether or not you can use bow constantly without gloves.â
He then looked back up to meet the Kingâs eyes, trying to discern if the man was upset with him. Farasima wouldnât blame him. Heâd only taught a few people, but never any full lessons such as now. Itâd only ever been peers who were also going through the same training and life as he had been.
The Fire King sighed, âItâs fine. Itâs not your fault. Iâm just⊠Not used to handling weapons. I use my fire for everything, to defend and fight. Though look where itâs gotten me,â he said with a sour tone. His red gaze narrowed as he looked up from the bow to the target a little ways away from them.
His voice was like acid, shaking as he spoke and filled with the memory of having that entourage filing into his hall and announcing his dethronement, âConsidered weak and incompetent. Unfit for rule. Not even âRoyaltyâ. As if they would know or understand why I was even put there in the first place,â he snapped.
Around his hands the flickering of his fires began to curl. The fingers turned into fists of his free hand, having let go of the bowstring, letting the arrow simply drop as he shook slightly. The familiar burn of his anger and reasons as to why he was there in the first place took over again, âAnd yet, despite fighting off the âNoblesâ army with everything I had, I lost too many and nearly got myself killed. Now, does that make you think âKingâ when I tell you that?â
Farasima watched Siya, taken aback some as the manâs anger seemed to begin boiling forth once again. It was not aimed at the red-head, but still it made him slightly nervous. When the fire began to lick at the hands of the king, Farasima found himself stepping back ever so slightly. It was reflexes that had him doing so, though he didnât go further than just one step as he caught himself. He just hoped that Lukina had been lying about having to âplay with fire.â
Farasima was at a loss of what to say. He did not know exactly what this man was going through and what had happened to him. In truth, he had little knowledge of what the current war was even about. He had simply been brought along with his tribe to do the bidding of DuâDradasi.
Watching Siya, and seeing the anger only growing more and more, Farasima was struggling to think of how to calm him down. A thought crossed his mind though, a chance to possibly diffuse the situation. Hopefully it wouldnât mean he would get burnt, so he spoke up despite the awkwardness of what he was saying, given the context. âI like your hair, especially braid.â was all the foreigner said, reaching out to lightly take hold of the end of it. He didnât grip the braid tightly, rather he just let it rest in his rough hands, looking over the silvery-white locks of hair. âI only wish I could get mine to look so nice.â
Siya quickly lost track of what he was thinking, or even going to say next if Farasima had answered his question. The red-head did speak, but not in the way heâd expected. His mouth opened and closed rapidly as he stared up at the man. Siya could feel the heat of his blush taking over, growing darker than it had been before when heâd struggled with the bow.
His face heated even more to the point of it feeling like his heart had just invaded the skin as Farasima reached out and took the very end of his braid. Siya turned to look down a little, then back up at the man, struggling for words. At that point, heâd completely forgotten what he was so angry about and his fires disappeared in the space of a few seconds.
âI-I⊠U-um⊠I-it⊠T-thank you?â he said, though not entirely sure what he was talking about, âI⊠Donât do anything⊠To it⊠U-uhâŠâ
Siya couldnât look at Farasima anymore, far too embarrassed as he said in return, âY-yours is nice tooâŠâ the words barely breathed off his lips as he fidgeted with the bow in his hands.
Farasima watched the manâs face turn a dark red, and the Skisâtatari man couldnât help but begin to chuckle at the sight. The wide eyes, the immense blush, the stuttering, it had Farasima chuckling. He let the braid slip from his grip, his hand going back to rest on the string of his bow. âLeeda.â he said, âIt is our way of saying, âyou are welcome.â Yishda, thank you, about my own. It is not as soft as yourâs though.â he said.
Watching Siya for a few more moments, he then turned and looked back down range. âLet us continue. You wish for gloves? As said, no shame in using them. Even I would in battle, so I do not have to worry about my fingers.â
âI-I⊠Y-yes⊠Gloves⊠Yes. That. Gloves would help, yes,â Siya stuttered horribly, his thoughts everywhere but on the fact that he was training. Or supposed to be training. Absently, he reached up and touched his hair, was it really soft? He didnât think so.
What the hell is wrong with me?! Siya snapped at himself internally. A simple compliment, a touch of his hair and he was reduced to nothing but a bumbling idiot. The Fire King tugged at the braid with a little frown on his lips, closer to a pout than anything else, but he couldnât help it. Looking up briefly at Farasima, he turned away as his face seemed to think it was a great time to ignite just by looking at the man.
He cursed to himself softly, scuffing his boot into the sand. He waited for a glove to be retrieved before they could continue. Slipping it on, it felt odd, but as he held the string and did what Farasima wanted him to do again with the string, it felt better. Especially when the damn thing slipped out of his grip. It was going to take quite a while before he was strong enough to even draw the bow. Yet, the little King didnât stop. He kept trying. Pulling it back to where Farasima wanted it so that he could show him how to aim the bow.
Once Siya got that down without losing the arrow upon drawing it back, his next task was to go to a full draw and let the arrow fly to hit the target. Farasima was quite good at teaching, at least Siya thought he was. Slow, patient, directing him when he needed it. When Siya did his first full draw, he accidentally had his arm curved in too far and the string pinched the soft skin of his forearm.
Dropping the bow entirely, heâd cradled his arm to his chest, but he knew heâd done it wrong to begin with. As soon as he was over that pain, he tried it again, and again. Siya kept going, managing only to pinch his arm a few times out of the many that heâd fired the bow. He wasnât sure how long heâd been out in that training area with Farasima, but when he drew the bow again, his arm shook horribly and a burn pulsed through his shoulder. When he released, he missed the target completely and his arms fell limp at his sides. Short breaths of air panting into his lungs as he stood there.
Farasima watched Siya work, again helping him as they went along. As they moved to full draw, Farasima watched the king struggle to hold the bow and aim the shot. He watched the man for a few moments before looking down towards the target. âI donât know how they do it here, if holding full pull is usual, but we Skisâtatari are taught slightly different.â he looked to the king. âfor now, you continue aiming to hit target, but eventually we will move to how we fire.â
He looked back down range, nocking an arrow onto his bow. He figured heâd give a demonstration. The bow was relaxed, as was Farasima as he watched the target. Then in one fluid motion, he drew the bow back to full draw. the moment his left fingers came up by the corner of his lips, the bow fully drawn back, Farasima let the string and arrow go. It sailed down range and hit the target. It wasnât a bullseye, but it still hit near the center.
He then looked at Siya. âWe Skisâtatari not taught to aim, or rather not aim at full pull. We are taught to look for our target, aim with ours eyes only, then draw and shoot. We must, as horseback aiming not usually an option, and full pull is tiring to body.â He drew an arrow and repeated the same quick process, again releasing the arrow the moment it was fully drawn back. It was near the first arrow, Farasima then looking back to Siya. âThe grip we use, the thumb and first finger to pinch arrow, is helpful to it because of how clean release of arrow is.â
He let the bow rest on the ground, having finished his quick demonstration. âOf course, if full pull aiming is what you end up comfortable with, then there is no fault in that. Though we may fire more on reflex, even Skisâtatari must aim every now and then. Continue as you were, just wish to let you know what I will be teaching you later. Holding at full pull will help build strength in upper body to fire bow more often.â he finished, a smile forming on his lips.
Siya watched, in awe at the fluidity of how he drew the bow and released it. It looked much more graceful than he felt he was doing. Paying as close attention as he could, Siya tried to think of how it was even possible to not aim and fire the bow all the same, hitting the target nearly in the same spot, or close to it. He found it utterly amazing how that happened. Then again, Farasima had much more practice then he did.
Taking a deep breath, Siya tried to do as he was told and lifted the bow again. His shoulder ached horribly, protesting against the forced motion. When he pulled on the string it was so much harder to draw it back. He got off one last shot before he simply dropped the bow entirely and let his body fall into the sand. Stretching his legs out, he leaned back and went flat into the sand with his eyes closed tightly, âDone⊠No more⊠I canâtâŠâ he panted heavily. To think, he had Amon to go see as well.
âAll of you are going to kill me,â he muttered with a frown as he lay there.
Farasima watched the king continue, before after a while finally just giving up and flopping over into the sand. It drew a light chuckle from him, as the Fire King just splayed out on the ground. If heâd been under the eyes of the trainers Farasima had been, the poor fella would be getting kicked at the moment, but he was not going to be as cruel.
Instead, he set his bow down and watched Siya lie there, Farasima standing over him with his arms crossed. âEnjoy your rest, I will not try to kill you though, as I must protect you.â He smiled, âAlso be careful, I like your hair, donât ruin it with sand.â he said with a bit of a grin before walking off to grab the exhausted individual some water.
Siya might have stayed sprawled out in the sand, until Farasima mentioned his hair yet again. With a slight flail to his arms, he quickly shot upright, hands reaching up to his hair and staring down at the sand between his boots with a very red face. After a minute his eyes narrowed from the embarrassment.
âTry not to kill me?â he said with a bit of a scoff, âKeep up like that and youâll succeed,â he muttered to himself as he absently played with his hair. Brushing the sand out of it as best he could, unfortunately now worried about the sand being in it. Damn it! I will find a way to get you back for this⊠Farasima!
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Amon stood to the side, arms crossed as he watched Rhoven and Siya in the center of the sand ring. As Rhoven had guessed, he was going to be trained alongside Siya, so now the two of them were in the little sparring ring. Amon had made it a rule that no magic was to be used, which Rhoven was quite use to. Honestly the teen was a bit excited, as now he was up against someone he could probably beat without having to be given the victory.
Rhovenâs matches against Amon were always tough, as the Air King was a vicious hand-to-hand fighter despite his apparent distaste for violence. So the only time Rhoven usually ever won was because Amon was taking it easy on him. He hadnât forgotten the first time he questioned Amonâs abilities, as the Air King let him know real fast just how good he actually was. Rhoven was not going to be getting back his missing canine tooth without some kind of special magic.
The teen watched Siya, moving around the man slowly, making sure his feet never crossed as he did. His hands were out in front of him, not curled into fists and he only stood on the balls of his feet. He decided this time to wait for the Fire King to make a move, see what the man might come up with as an attack. A smile was on his face the entire time as he waited, keeping his eyes focused on Siya the whole time.
When Amon had said not to use magic, Siya was honestly at a loss on what to do. Heâd never fought without his fire before. Never. How was he to even begin to try? As Rhoven began to circle him, Siya tried to do the same, moving with him but not nearly with enough grace as Rhoven possessed. He was awkward in the way that he moved, keeping Rhoven in front of him as best as he could, hands constantly shifting, curling into fists and every so often flickering with flame only to be yelled at by Amon to remind him to not use it.
What unnerved him the most was Rhovenâs smile. It hadnât ceased since Siya had stepped up in front of him. He wasnât sure he was entirely ready for what they were going to do either. Unlike Farasima, Amon had simply tossed him into the little ring with Rhoven with the rule of no magic. He flicked his gaze over to the red-head before quickly looking away as he was sure to be distracted.
Siya took a deep breath, already feeling the rise of heat in his face as he finally decided on how he was going to attack Rhoven. Stopping, he lunged forward, fingers curled into a fist and directed at Rhovenâs chest. He didnât want to actually hit the young man in his face, so he avoided that entirely and settled for the larger target, the boyâs upper body. If Siya managed to hit him, he would be utterly surprised, but he wasnât going to be counting on that.
As Siya came forwards, Rhoven easily slipped to the side of the telegraphed blow. As he moved to the kings side, he then shifted forwards and threw a kick aimed for the Fire Kingâs lower side, just above his hip. He then quickly slipped back away from Siya, not wanting to remain too close to possibly get struck again. It had always been how the teen fought, poking and picking away at his opponents.
He was not a strong individual, so he had to rely on dodging attacks and striking back during the moments they were vulnerable. Second, he usually resorted to tearing his opponents down by striking at them, then slipping away before they could tag him back. It didnât always work, especially with Amon who was very proficient in defending and attacking in the same movement, so usually it resulted in Rhoven taking a fist straight to his face or being thrown to the ground.
âEasy, Rhoven.â Amon called out. âThis is not a chance to tear apart someone, this is just as much a lesson as when we spar.â Rhoven looked at Amon, frowning as he did so before he looked back to Siya. âThis is full contact, but I donât want to see either of you try to really hurt one another.â
As expected, Siya missed the boy completely. With Rhovenâs easy step out of his reach, Siya stumbled. Rhoven was far too quick for him, nimbly getting out of the way of his half hearted strike. What hit him next though was not what Siya had been prepared for. The boot to his side, right above his hip had him gasping in pain and stumbling away from Rhoven.
He tried to catch his balance, but simply ended up in the sand on his side, dust kicking up from his fall. Groaning, he rolled up onto his knees and sighed heavily. He was even less sure about that kind of training than he was of the bow with Farasima. Siya was grateful that Amon had stepped up, telling Rhoven to go easy, though he wasnât entirely sure how much âeasierâ Rhoven could get with him.
Slowly standing, Siya brushed himself off, muttering to himself, âAt least Farasima is nicer⊠And I donât even know him!â
He let out another sigh and stepped up again to face Rhoven. That time he was a little more careful in planning his attack. Even so, he was sure Rhoven was prepared for it. He rushed the boy again, aiming lower toward his abdomen with his fist. He hoped to do something to the kid, if not he was really going to have to start rethinking his plan of attack. That or he was going to lose his temper which was a very big possibility no matter what.
Rhoven watched Siya, watching as he stood back up onto his feet while brushing sand off of himself. He still had a frown on his lips, as he was a bit irritated that now he had to be âniceâ. Rhoven didnât see the reason for taking it easy, as the teen had to learn to fight the hard way. It took several beatings from others before Rhoven had begun to pick up the tricks it took to fight.
As Siya rushed forwards, Rhoven again simply stepped to the side. This time he threw a kick that hit Siyaâs outer thigh as he went past. He held back on the power of the blow as he had been told, though it still bugged him a little to do so. He hit hard enough to let Siya know he had been smacked and enough that it would at least sting.
As Rhoven shifted back some, Amon called out. As he spoke, he did his best so that it didnât seem like he was being condescending as he spoke. âDonât rush your target, Siya. Especially with your size you wonât benefit from such maneuvers. It will only telegraph your intentions, not to mention it does not leave you with many good ones either.â
He lowered his arms, âKeep your arms up, spread your weight evenly on your legs, and simply move towards Rhoven. There is no need to rush this fight, so be calm, be patient, and donât get too excited.â
Siya groaned, wincing and grinding his teeth as the kick nailed him again. Stumbling, he managed to keep his feet that time. He turned his heavy red gaze over to Amon, a deep frown on his lips and anger clear in his eyes, âIâm not excited at all,â he said with a clipped tone. With a frustrated growl, he turned back to Rhoven, a little more angry that time.
âWhy do I have to do this?â he shot at Amon, though despite his complaint he did as he was told and tried to keep his weight spread evenly, whatever that meant. Siya put his arms up, feeling very awkward in doing so and that damned blush claimed his face again. He cursed himself continually.
Despite being told to be calm and patient, Siya was anything but that. He moved toward Rhoven slowly, still unsure in the way he was moving across the sand and definitely a little more than just slightly embarrassed as well as pissed off. If he could just use his fire, things would be easily fixed. He could send his opponent away from him with the flames, and keep them at a distance.
Yet, as he thought about that, he recalled the woman breaking into his circle of fire. Throwing up her earth at him and destroying his only way to protect himself. The memory distracted him enough, as well as irritated him enough to turn it on to Rhoven without meaning to, âQuit kicking me, damn it!â he hissed as he lunged forward and tried to land another strike at Rhoven.
Amon shook his head some, âWhen I say âexcitedâ I donât mean happy, âexcitedâ.â He watched Siya do as he was told to and begin moving towards Rhoven. It was still an awkward stance, but Amon wasnât expecting perfection. It was a start and it was something for Amon to work on with the Fire King.
Rhoven watched Siya, bouncing ever so slightly on his feet as the king moved towards him. He slowly shifted towards him as well, though he couldnât help but grin when Siya suddenly shouted at him to cease his kicking. The look of anger in Siyaâs eyes only egged Rhoven on, so when Siya suddenly lunged forwards, Rhoven quickly shifted himself to the side again, using one of his hands to guide Siyaâs attack to the side before Rhoven delivered another kick to the same spot he had just kicked a moment ago on Siyaâs leg.
Amon sighed, shaking his head. âThat is what I meant by âexcitedâ. â He then started walking forwards. Heâd seen enough of what he wanted, so he called out to the two of them before things escalated. âAlright, that is enough. I think we can move on.â he said. He was ready to move to possibly intercept them if tempers got a little too heated.
With his arm suddenly pushed off to the side, Siya let out a soft sound of surprise, followed by a shout both of pain and anger. Hadnât he just told the boy to quit kicking him? The kick to the same spot throbbed horribly and he struggled to stay standing. Grinding his teeth, he was frustrated and whirled around without hearing Amon stepping close to them. Cursing under his breath he went after Rhoven again, determined to at least smack the boy once. Only once. That was all he wanted to be slightly satisfied for being thrown around like a rag doll.
As Siya moved forwards to do whatever he planned to do to Rhoven, Amon quickly reached his arm out and held back Siya with it. âSiya, enough.â When he heard a light chuckle from the apprentice, Amon turned and leveled a stern look at the teen. Rhovenâs eyes widened and he quickly shut up.
âRhoven, you go and complete the first group of exercises. You know which ones I am referring to. Understood?â He watched the apprentice hang his head, nodding it before turning and walking off. With his back to the Air King though, he couldnât help but smile still. Felt good to play around with someone like that.
As Rhoven walked off, Amon then looked down at Siya, slowly lowering his arm. He was still ready to snatch hold of him if he needed to though. âNow, I wanted to see what you did know. Gives me an idea of what we might need to focus on.â he paused, his mouth hanging open for a moment before he coughed some, âLooks like itâs going to be a lot.â
He then brought his arm up to usher along Siya. âWeâll start with a very important strike, the good olâ punch.â he guided Siya towards a simple wooden post that was wedged into the ground. On it rested a straw dummy that would often be used for practice. It was nowhere near as nice as Amonâs equipment, but it would work well enough. However, he did not stop at the dummy, rather he walked behind it and gestured to the wooden peg that held it up. on the back was another sack of thick canvas, tied so that it was covering the rough wood.
âNow as we practice, be careful how hard you hit this peg. It is going to hurt if you hit too hard. Itâll teach you to control yourself.â He then turned himself so that he was facing the peg. âNow then, first I want to make sure you can curl your hand into a good, tight fist. It may seem straight forward, but Iâve broken my finger before because I didnât close my fist in a tight enough manner.â he said with a smile.
âAfter that, then we move on to actually punching the damned thing.â
Siya may have struggled against Amonâs hold, but his build was much bigger than Siya, despite being the same in height. He probably didnât even find it a challenge. Siya made a strange sound as Rhoven turned and walked away when Amon told him to go do some exercises. His hand clawed at the air, but then as Amon spoke to him, he turned his glare at him.
The young Fire King took a deep breath to try to steady himself so he didnât snap at Amon too. It was bad enough that he wanted to torch the little apprentice for kicking him. Siya knew Rhoven had done that on purpose. Only because heâd told him to stop. God it was humiliating to be thrown around by a kid.
He followed after Amon once he was released, still grumbling to himself. As he came up to the straw dummy, he eyed it with disdain, wondering how quickly it would go up in flames if he ignited it. But as they came around to the back of it, he was presented with a different kind of tool to have at. He remained quiet as he listened to Amon. At first he was irritated that Amon thought he couldnât make a fist, but as the Air King told him that heâd broken his finger once, Siya began to rethink his approach.
He was also beginning to notice how angry he was getting with those around him. Siya nibbled on his lip again as the anger turned to guilt. Since when had he been so⊠Angry? So enraged about nearly everything? He looked away then, unable to make eye contact though he lifted his hand and made a fist to show Amon how he did it.
Amon watched Siya make the fist, the Air King reaching up to adjust Siyaâs hand. It didnât take long, and once he was satisfied, squeezing Siyaâs fist to feel how solid it was, he smiled and looked at the Fire King. âThere, donât forget how to curl your hand up like that youâll lower the chance of you breaking something when you punch.â
He then turned to face the wooden peg in front of them, adopting his fighting stance and raising his hands up. âNext, you need to work on making sure that when you punch, your arm and wrist are aligned correctly. If you hit something solid when your fist is not lined up correctly, you will jammed up your wrist and that will suck just as bad as breaking something.
He brought his arm up, slowly extending out his arm until his fist was resting against the wooden peg. He then looked at Siya then back to his arm. âThe top of your arm and your hand should be level with one another. a nice flat plane. That is what you are looking for. As well as having your index and middle knuckle be in-line with your arm.â
He then stepped back from the peg, looking at Siya with a smile. âFirst that, then weâll start moving up to you actually hitting it.â
Siya simply nodded and tried to do as Amon did. Amon had to adjust his hand several times, then had him do it again. Siya let him adjust his hand and body as he needed to. Over and over the Fire King put his hand up against the bag until Amon was satisfied he had it right and wouldnât break anything when he struck it.
That didnât mean it wouldnât hurt when he hit the bag, which it certainly did. Siya struck it over and over, trying to get the right level of strength on it. It was difficult, but like with the bow, the little Fire King didnât stop. Despite his anger and complaints, he never stopped. He kept going, kept training day after day. Maybe it was his determination to do something better, or just a blind drive to keep his mind from other things. Whatever it was though, Siya was slowly rebuilding himself.
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