Sollicitus | Mare Altius Quam
Pairing: Yoonmin x Reader
Summary: After several months adrift in space, alone, your ship is pulled onto the planet of Marmoris.
Genre: Alien!au, Angst, Fluff, Poly!au (is that a thing?)
Warnings: Religious Themes (Not human), Violence
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5.5k Words
A/N: how’s everyone doing? Long time no see :) I apologize for the wait! I have a story plan, but I was actually thinking about how to execute this chapter in the least confusing way, as it delves more into Marmoris’ history.
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As you drifted off to sleep, you felt yourself floating. Darkness clouded your vision as the world sank away. You hoped it would be a peaceful sleep, but Marmoris had other plans for you.
A dark abyss. You were floating in the cool waters of Marmoris. It was an ocean that felt so familiar, yet so foreign. A brief, fleeting, memory of sand and fresh salt-tinged air encapsulated your mind. But the cold waters of this planet you now occupied seeped through. The colors of this water were darker, more potent, as if primed with energy.
A woman, with milky blue skin swam from the deep. Her faint outline was glowing with an aggressive presence. She looked unlike anyone you had seen in modern day Acatalepsy. She had a crudely crafted spear in one hand and her webbed feet were elongated as she swam right past you. Braided into her hair was an ornate set of corals and shells of creatures unknown to you. She let out several clicks from her mouth. Behind her, an army of men and women followed. As you were dragged along their current, you felt a pair of eyes on you, and you could tell because you had felt invisible until the hairs on your neck stood up.
A younger woman was in the crowd, blending in, but your eyes were drawn to her. For some reason, she had a glowing golden light emanating from her very skin. But no one seemed to notice, and she herself did not seem to have a care in the world. Everyone’s eyes were dead set on a glow in the distance.
“What are you doing here?” A voice, one that contained a mixture of many voices, said behind you.
You whirled around in the dark ocean. It was the same young woman, although her eyes were a soft glow and her hair held a crown of glistening gold spikes. She tilted her head, the previously faint glow burning brighter. Your wide eyes gave way to the pounding of your heart, but you were somehow acutely aware that you weren’t meant to see any of this. “I…I don’t know why I’m here, to be completely honest.”
“Hm.” She observed you. “A human?”
You nodded uncertainly.
“You don’t look so human in this story, young one.” It felt as if many voices were pushing through to say the same words; barely understandable but terrifying nonetheless.
The woman smiled and showed off her pointed teeth. When you looked down, you could see yourself glowing with a faint white outline and to your shock, your arms were covered with markings, thin webbing between your fingers and toes.
“What-” You started, dumbfounded, but her icy grip turned you back towards the story unfolding. The glowing light in the distance was no longer distant. It was now right in front of you, and it was no simple ‘glowing light.’ No, it was an ancient city of Acatalepsy.
“Just watch.” Her voice, a single, feminine tone, whispered in your ear.
And so you watched. You watched as the beings from the deep swam and easily marched into the cave of Acatalepsy. The buildings were not grand, in fact, even the palace was short and barely bigger than a normal Acatalepsian building of the present.
“Vitska.” The woman leading the charge barked to the glowing one.
Vitska, the golden glowing woman, stepped forward.
“Go, find the king.” The woman’s raspy voice clicked and screeched through the air, yet you were able to understand them perfectly, as if you were a born Marmorian. The woman handed Vitska a polished pearl sword. “Bring him to me and I will separate his head from his neck with great care.”
“I will, my liege.” Vitska grasped the sword and marched towards the palace. Her simple clothing was made to move and flow in the ocean. Now, the delicately woven shells and leaves dragged against her glistening wet skin.
A man sat on the throne. His feet were bare, but he wore a similar skirt to Vitska. His chest was uncovered, showcasing a set of gills and markings most similar to those you had seen on modern day Acatalepsians. Most notably, his skin was illuminated by a faint blue glow. As she entered the room, her face seemed to drain of color. This could not be the man that did this to her people. It just couldn’t be. She blinked a few times and you wondered if she could see the aura around the man.
“Sortkol!” Vitska shouted, but her clicks and shrills seemed to be music to the man’s ears. He slowly rose and walked toward her. Not you.
“Vitska, you know this is not the way.” Sortkol clicked. Then, as if seeing his light blue glow that emanated from his body for the first time, her eyes truly widened. She knew that this was not her enemy at all. Still, she held her ground.
“It became the way when you banished my people to the deep.” But as Vitska charged towards him, the ground shook. When the ground shook, the whole battlefield seemed to go silent. Both Sortkol and Vitska looked around cautiously. The woman with the shell crown ascended the steps towards the palace, seemingly going to fetch her prize. Behind her, Acatalepsy was drowning.
Vitska grabbed Sortkol’s arm.
“We must run.” Vitska announced. “I do not know who you are, or why Marmoris wants you alive, but we must go.”
Sortkol needed no other explanation. Marmorian’s trust in the sea, in the planet, far outweighed any trust in the people around them. As the two disappeared from sight, the scene melted into a ripple of water in an endless abyss.
“You wonder why I saved the man I sought to kill?” Vitska asked, now sitting cross-legged in front of you. She appeared to be in the same state as the vision now. The golden glow was muted and her eyes were white as if she were a bottom dweller once more.
“It makes no sense.” You whispered.
“You humans are quite stubborn, hm? You set your mind to something and you cannot fathom going against orders, especially ones that come from inside, right?” She clicked unhappily. You could imagine her with a cup of tea right now and the image would be perfect.
Vitska shook her head in a deep sigh. “My dear, you are not the only one to be plagued with visions from our planet.”
“Plagued?”
“Sleep well, dear. Do not fear the past, fear the present.”
You woke in a cold sweat. When you closed your eyes, Vitska’s glowing ones were imprinted in the back of your eyelids. The feeling of being submerged made your ears pop uncomfortably. You rose slowly, swinging your legs over the bedside and gingerly stepping onto the freezing floor. A glow caught your attention. You walked over toward the vanity.
Staring at your reflection, you felt panic rising in your throat. You were glowing. Your skin was glowing with a slight white hue. You could hold your arm up to the words written on the side of the vanity and read them in the darkness of the room. Were you going crazy? You blinked a couple times and the glow faded away. With a shaky sigh, you made your way out of the room to start the day.
Living on Marmoris could not be described as even close to the torture you felt drifting alone in space. Arguably, you had more mobility in the vacuum of space, but on Marmoris you had company. Not everyone knew your language, but you didn’t think they should. You mostly tried to blend in, ignore the fuzzy feelings in your stomach, and search for ways to get off the planet, hopefully home. You just didn’t belong on Marmoris, as much as the planet seemed to want you to stay.
A few weeks had gone by and your daily routine consisted of: waking up, eating with the members of the high council, and exploring the city. Of course, not all members of the council were there at once. Most had duties and some you didn’t see for days on end. For instance, Hoseok liked to connect with the more rural farmers, so he was often gone for a few days a week to check on them. His campaign to bring the farmers’ voices to the table had shaped the culture surrounding food in Acatalepsy.
As you rounded the corner to the dining room, a week after your strange dream, you were halted in place. In front of you sat two men, Jimin and Yoongi. But each was glowing a faint hue. Jimin shined in gold and Yoongi in blue. Did you mention it to them? Something told you that you shouldn’t. Maybe it was your suspicions left over from the dream or your guilty conscience telling you that you had made enough trouble already. You sat down to eat and easily slurped down the kelp soups and chomped into the strange fish. The food didn’t taste so foreign to you anymore.
It was another quiet morning in Acatalepsy and one by one the members of the high council filed in and out. The dining hall was soon deserted with just you and Taehyung left over. Taehyung finished his soup and instead of simply standing to leave, he stood and took a chair across from you.
“Tell me your story.” He said simply, but his intentions were unclear to you. After being safely housed in Acatalepsy for the past several weeks, there was nothing that should have led you to believe any ill intention. However, his sunny smile had never convinced you that he was a trustworthy character.
“It’s a long one. Our…passenger ship,” You winced internally at the lie, “lost power inexplicably and then everyone killed each other, leaving…me.” You shrugged nonchalantly.
“That must have been tough.”
“Yeah that’s one way to put it. But I’m here now and that’s all that matters.”
“I suppose it does.” His eyes narrowed skeptically and he stood officially from the table.
From around the corner, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook stood talking. Originally, it had been to address Hoseok’s travels to the rural factions of Acatalepsy, but now it had turned to their new visitor. Yoongi leaned against the wall, cast in shadow, while the other two stood across from each other. The older man had his arms cross as the youngest spoke softly.
“It is strange how this human seems to coax so much information out of us, yet we know little about her.” Jungkook pointed out, his brows furrowing with suspicion.
“Well, I did read once that Humans have a peculiar problem with showing their emotions efficiently. They like to wait until half their lifetimes to show any true part of themselves.” Jimin chided softly.
“Hm, isn’t she around middle of her age?” Jungkook scoffed.
“Isha.” Yoongi glanced to the side and then fixed Jungkook with a hard stare. “She is still in the first quarter of her lifespan. She does not look like the pictures of middle aged Humans, yet.”
“My bad, I didn’t know that I needed to know every little thing about such an invasive species like Humans. I suppose it was only a matter of time, huh?” Jungkook spat with vigor as he turned away slightly.
“She is not an invasive creature!” Jimin clicked unhappily.
“Well, she isn’t a guest either.” Jungkook finished with a low rumble. “It’s about time we stopped treating her like one.”
“Itskol!” A new one, muttered by Yoongi. It was something reminiscent of the human word Asshole. “You are being insufferable.” The eldest man frowned. “She is lost and confused. She has no way off this planet and back home and we have no way to help her.”
“You seem awfully compassionate for someone who hates Vita. You have come to care recklessly for the creature.” Jimin suddenly added and Yoongi’s eyes flashed a sense of betrayal that ran deeper than just a simple comment.
“If you confront the creature know that I warned you against it, Jungkook.” Yoongi said lowly. “Your fallout will be more shocking than my hatred of Duende.”
Jungkook was a vigilant guard, and that wasn’t just because of his strength. No, the man was certainly stronger than most, but it was his keen awareness of others around him that raised him above his peers. He was well-trained to sense intent before action, but with the arrival of a human…well his world was upside down.
You were a logistical nightmare for him. He couldn’t stand it. It was hard enough keeping track of the all too eager younger children roaming the streets, but now he had a very curious human in the mix. And this was a creature who most certainly couldn’t survive a rogue encounter with any deep sea creatures.
Your curiosity struck him, yes, but it was the way you carried yourself that had him on edge. Jungkook found similarities in the way you walked and the short, clipped, sentences you spoke, with a general or commander under his watch. You reminded him of himself. There was a darkness behind your eyes that spoke of an experience far from being on a ‘simple passenger ship.’
He was on watch for one of the most treasured markets of Acatalepsy. It was started by Hoseok about 100 years or so before when he was a simple fledgling Marmorian. Hoseok had already shown an affinity to agriculture and working with the local farmers at the ripe young age of 130. It was typical for an Acatalepsian to do a work study after school. Hoseok, contrary to the Acatalepsians who wanted to follow Sortitio in the pursuit of public health, like Jin, wanted to help in the rural areas.
While Hoseok floated happily among the people, pointing out fresh hyacintho fin and viridi tructa, your stiff form stuck out. Despite slipping through the crowd with ease, you still couldn’t blend in. He wasn’t sure if that was due to the nature of humans or a consequence of training all too familiar to him. See, he was starting to figure you out, but what concerned him more was that he was starting to understand you.
If what he believed was true, then he should have every right to be suspicious of you. It just didn’t make sense that you hadn’t figured out a way off this planet by now. As he looked out at the bustling life of his people, his mouth went dry. If your military came and razed this city to the ground, it would be his fault. It would be his fault for bringing you in without another thought.
But in the end, his life didn’t truly matter–he was only to be used as a shield for Acatalepsy’s survival. He had no problem sacrificing and putting himself in danger, but he did have a problem with putting others in danger. As time went on, the others got less suspicious, but Jungkook…no, he only got more so.
“She never relaxes.” Jungkook pointed out softly as he observed the marketplace. The man standing next to him shifted uncomfortably.
“I had noticed that.” Namjoon mused, but his voice had a more introspective tone filled with wonder, less suspicion.
“Well, does that not concern you?”
“Perhaps only for her own health.” Namjoon thought for a moment and then dipped his head. “She is still very much away from home and struggling.”
“Struggling?” Jungkook repeated incredulously. “We give her everything. Food, water, a place to sleep, and insight into our culture.”
“And yet it’s still all very new for her.”
“I disagree with you, Namjoon.” Jungkook finally put his foot on the ground, a move that surprised the elder councilman. “I disagree with your decision that ‘no one is looking for her’.” He mimicked the older man’s voice, which visibly displeased Namjoon.
“You have a lot to learn, fledgling.”
“You are being an Isha.”
Before Namjoon could retort, the younger had stormed away, presumably to retire to his quarters for the day. Jimin had now appeared at the market, having to gently push away people seeking his clarity. Echoes of will my mother survive? To give me strength, holy one filled the perimeter around him. He was so young to have such a heavy burden. Meanwhile, Yoongi lingered menacingly in the back. Unlike Jimin, people gave the second in command a wide berth.
You were simply enjoying the marketplace. The delicately crafted shell necklaces and seaweed parchment stood out to you. Skirts, roughly hewn but made with purpose, reminded you of your dream. The woman with glowing golden eyes pressed into the back of your mind.
Your eyes lingered on a red fluorescent ring. You felt a presence and heard footsteps that were only discernible to a trained ear like yours. Unlike past times on Earth, however, you weren’t fearful of the presence. It was familiar, like a soothing current of water and the smell of salt unique to Marmoris.
“Would you be interested in learning some of our history?” Yoongi asked.
You turned to the man, resisting a smile. Yoongi and you were quite alike, you thought. Both of you felt like outsiders, in more ways than one, and Yoongi was even disliked for his differing opinions on Duende.
“History?” You had yet to tell any of them about your dream. It was like there was a voice in your head whispering don’t do it. Save it. I will tell you when the time is right. And you were sure it was just in your head, but it felt like a voice whispering in your ear; an eerily feminine voice with glowing golden eyes, “I would love to learn more.” You responded finally and Yoongi shot you a pleased smile.
You assumed it had been a while since someone foreign needed to learn about their history. And not just foreign, but of another world entirely.
“Follow me.” Yoongi guided softly and when he touched your hand to lead you away front he marketplace, a familiar jolting sensation passed between your fingertips. Yoongi’s mouth instantly went dry. This was a familiarly unfamiliar situation; one he’d heard of and had described to him multiple times, but one he’d never experienced. It seemed impossible that Duende could exist in a creature not of Marmoris.
First Jimin, now Yoongi. It made no sense to you what this pleasantly surprising feeling was. The sensation was similar to warm water washing over your body, stretching from your fingertips to your heart. In contrast, Jimin’s had felt like a warm buzz of energy. As if you were being embraced by a cup of coffee. Both weren’t unwanted, but their effects had been different.
“Strange.” Yoongi mumbled, acknowledging the feeling, but like Jimin, he did not address it further with you. Fine. Two could play at that game.
“What is?” You asked, playing dumb, as he walked towards an older building at the end of the marketplace street.
“Nothing.” He brushed off your question.
The building was made of stone sunken into the walls of the cave. It was the first building you had seen up close that looked to be carved out of the cave. Yoongi watched you touch the cool stone.
“You know, lots of people say we shouldn’t take advantage of the cave by carving into it like this.” Yoongi chuckled a little. “But they don’t realize that this was already here.”
He went up to the dimpled surface of the rock and pressed his hand to it. He leaned in close and pressed his cheek against it. He whispered a few words, his eyes fluttering closed and he breathed into the pores of the cave’s stone. A stone door slid open to his left.
You felt your mouth hang open awkwardly. “You just….whispered into a stone wall and it opened?” You gawked as he walked into the space.
“You have to accept the history of this place. It is a sacred tome to Vita and Sorititio. It is where the lovers reunited in death; a symbol of history that is perhaps not as glorious as the words of our elders.”
You nodded to his words. You were not a stranger to glorified history. You had been taught that the planets Humans were conquering were simply being ‘saved’ from themselves and that your species had to right their planet. But your species had reshaped each planet to home humans, driving away the original inhabitants. Humans had considered Marmoris impossible to colonize, though, the planet being all water, of course.
“Come on.” Yoongi motioned for you to follow as he stepped into the dark space that opened.
You took a step towards the door, but the door suddenly slid closed. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and his yell was cut off. You pressed a hand to the place where the door just was. It was seamlessly in place again. The stone was slightly warm. You couldn’t hear Yoongi. It was like he had been swallowed by an abyss.
“Yoongi?” You shouted against the stone, but there was no answer. Embrace our history and we will show you the way. The voice was deafeningly loud in your ears. Your eyes widened. The voice boomed from behind you, but when you turned around there was no one. Show us you are ready.
The sound had you falling to your knees and you braced yourself on the wall. From afar, Jimin watched you. He knew a Duende event when he saw it, for he himself heard these voices as well. It was always best to leave a person undisturbed when these events occurred. But he could imagine you were confused. He found his fist clenched, his mind subconsciously praying for your wellbeing; to have strength.
You rested your forehead against the wall and pressed both hands to it as well. You thought back to your dream, which was now striking you as quite real; a reflection of a bloody history buried no so long ago. The way Vitska looked at Sortkol with such fear, the way she spoke to you in many voices–soldiers long passed. And it struck you just how wondrously, and deeply, hidden their true past was.
“I’m ready.” You whispered to the stone. “I’m ready to learn all of your history.”
You felt a warm sensation in your heart, as if it were beating out of your chest. Then the warmth moved down your right arm and transferred to the stone. The heat spread to your right and a door appeared, glistening white. In the doorway, you saw a glowing figure beckoning you in.
“You wish to learn our history? I will show you our history.” Vitska announced, her voice booming through the cavern, yet everyone in the marketplace seemed unaware of your plight.
You stepped through the door.
Yoongi was nowhere in sight and the glow had faded to a pitch black as you made your way into the museum. A case stood to your left, Vitska’s old battle skirt displayed and behind it was a ghostly image of her charging into battle with the skirt’s rings flying desperately around her. It flickered between the war torn city and a younger Vitska, a child really, with a weapon twice her size.
She sliced into rock, but the image flickered again and showed her slicing into a Marmorian. The image moved in slow motion and you absorbed her facial expression. It was one of determination and grief.
“I do not know why my mother wanted to retake Acatalepsy, but I was raised to capture the king since birth.” Vitska’s ghostly body had disappeared and now you only tracked her through her steps lighting up in front of you in the darkness. “I cannot say I loved Sortkol, but a certain amount of trauma does bond a person to another, hm?”
“Vitska, what happened to you two when you fled?” You questioned her softly as you took in more ghostly images of battle and bloodshed. The blue blood of bleeding Marmorians was somehow more disconcerting than the red blood that leaked from human wounds.
“Us?” Vitska suddenly appeared to your right and in the blank void of this sacred site, you could barely see her face. “Well, we swam the deep until we came across the beating heart of Marmoris.” She paused and you stopped walking as another image appeared. A young Vitska and Sortkol stared in amazement at a glowing light in the distance.
“It is a hundred miles below you right now.” She whispered. “This is where we returned when we died,”
“And it is where we will rest now.” A deeper voice rung across the dim space.
A man with shifting marks across his body appeared. His arm wrapped around Vitska’s waist and you instantly knew him to be Sortkol. In the hollow scene behind them, two glowing lights raced through an ancient Acatalepsy amidst the fighting. The city was drowning, water from a restless planet sloshing through the caves.
Then suddenly, the fighting stopped. Everyone was looking up as the glowing lights, one gold and one blue, raced through the streets and exploded in an echo that reverberated around the cavern. Two figures in glowing light appeared over where you were standing in the present. One exploded in golden light and new algae formed, covering the cave in a luscious greenery. The other slammed a hammer to the ground, shaking the stalactites from the ceiling.
Marmorians from everywhere in the city slowly sank to the ground, pressing their foreheads into the stone. The figures, pleased, disappeared into dust.
“Marmoris’ beating heart was dying.” Vitska guided you to a glowing circle, “And we gave our lives to replenish it’s life. The time is coming for a new life source. I wonder who it will be.” She mused. “I know you have been missing home, so I will give you strength.”
You touched the circle and the world exploded. Lights, colors, sounds, and people you had never seen before filled your head. Smiles, celebration, glittering crystals. Kisses on cheeks and weddings. The beach. The rough waves, sand, and people shouting.
People. People without stripes and swirls, people who looked like you of every color and size. A warm sun and cold, gray, rain with cities towering into the clouds and small cottages in the countryside. Laughter. You realized suddenly, that Vitska had given you a gift incomprehensible to anyone but you.
Home.
You opened your eyes and a sob tore out of your throat. The woman watched you and you were glad that when you met her eyes they were not pitiful.
“Stand, young one.” She commanded and you felt compelled to do so. “I am sorry.”
And those words had you clutching your chest. How you longed for the warmth of the sun, and for a moment you had it.
“Please.” You whispered and she knew what you wanted. She gently grasped your hands and you felt her as if she was real. She pulled your hands away from your heart, where you were desperately saving the last bit of the sun’s warmth.
“I cannot give you any more or you will become corrupt. Use this as strength and drive.” She pressed a hand to the wall and a door slid open, revealing the marketplace through a swirling picture. “Go.”
“I can’t.” You whispered. And for the first time since you arrived, you found yourself stuck in place, unable to move from a fading glowing circle.
“You must.” and her hands pushed you towards the door until you were face to face with the swirling image. You could see Yoongi staring into the doorway with concern, but his looked past you, as if you were see-through.
“I will see you soon, young one.” Vitska said and her voice reminded you of your mother’s.
You took a step through the image and when you stepped back onto Acatalepsian’s pavement, you felt your legs wobble. Yoongi was quick to catch your arm as the door shut.
“I was so worried, what happened in there?” Yoongi breathed, but you just shook your head. Some things were better left unsaid. You wouldn’t even know where to begin.
“I can’t-I can’t explain it.” You choked and you cleared your throat, straightening. The city seemed to thrum under your feet, a beat you hadn’t noticed before. The thrumming helped you get your bearings.
Yoongi took in your words and seemed to understand what you meant.
“Let’s get you to rest.” He prompted, but you waved him off.
“No, no. I can’t sleep.” You didn’t want to see Vitska again.
“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked, but you had started to walk away from him. He watched you go with uncertain eyes.
You shoved your way through the crowd, in a daze. How had the sun felt so real? Oh, how home was so far away yet so close. You could almost grasp those library books, feel the smile as you laughed with a group of friends. The sand between your toes. You curled your toes. No sand.
As you turned down an alleyway you hadn’t discovered, you heard heavy footsteps behind you. The heavy footed nature of a soldier. God, you just wanted to be alone to mourn your home. You could now understand Vitska’s grief stricken face as she battled for Acatalepsy.
“So you were simply adrift in space?” Jungkook chirped behind you.
You turned, too cross with Marmorians to try and keep up a careful facade. “Mhm.” You hummed with dissatisfaction.
“No other motives to your mission?” His eyes darkened and you felt your heart sink. Even as you tried to keep up your lie, you could tell at that moment that he had you figured out.
“what makes you assume I had a mission? I was aboard a passenger ship.”
“Definitely.” He chuckled, but his fingers curled and flexed uncomfortably.
Your eyes drifted to his hands and then to his arms, tensed and ready. Was he scared of you? It made no sense. Unless….he thought you had called reinforcements.
“How did you figure it out?” You stated, trying to be light hearted about it.
“I know the tactics.” He stated simply. “You don’t want to be perceived as a threat in a foreign planet where you are outnumbered.” He shrugged a little.
“But how do you recognize military from another species and planet?” You asked incredulously.
“A well-trained soldier can always recognize another of its kind.” His expression softened and his eyes trailed your tensed fists. He didn’t want to escalate anything in a place so close to the public and without the other councilmen knowing, so he backed away slowly.
You watched him as he slinked back into the crowd, but even once he was gone you could feel a piercing stare.
“What are you doing awake? I thought humans need a, uh, certain amount of sleep.” Namjoon drifted towards you. You sat, thinking, at a well that led into the abyss of Marmoris below. The glowing algae glistened like a thousand stars. The feeling of home that Vitska gave you had long since passed.
“We do, but I am suffering from a bit of insomnia.” You said nonchalantly.
Namjoon blinked and tilted his head. “I see.”
“I wish this was easier.” You mumbled and Namjoon stepped closer. He gave a questioning look and you waved him over to sit.
“I know you will probably reject my advice, seeing as I am of another species,” He started.
“Go ahead.”
“Sometimes one has to be okay with finding a home within themselves, in situations where they do not know the way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I hope you do not mind hearing a bit of my boring story,”
“I do not.”
“Well, in the crowning ceremony of a High King, they must undergo a trial set by the head Duende. This has passed down for generations. You must spend three nights in the deep and if you come back alive, you are claimed the rightful king.” Namjoon mused and you found yourself truly acknowledging the man in front of you. “My father was quite sick. He had the Languorem before we knew much about it. When he died,” He muttered a quick prayer, “My brother was thrust into the ceremony with little preparation. It is safe to say he never returned.”
“And you have no idea where he went?”
“It is hard to say, but I spent many years praying to Vita to take care of his soul.”
You were surprised when Vitska’s voice whispered in your ear. Through all these stories you had heard of people praying for Vita, you only now heard her voice responding to their pleas. It was a faint whisper that seemed to get louder.
You reached over and held his hands. “I am sure he is well taken care of, wherever he is.”
Vitska’s words rung in your ears. I have taken care of many souls, but none as gentle as his brother’s.
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