The King’s Possession

~Akara

 She clasps my forearms, smiling at me through watery eyes. I'm leaving. Those two words echo persistently within my mind, such foreign and untouched terms when spoken past my lips. I've never left this village, let alone this Province. I'm leaving for the exact reasons my parents assigned me, but I can still see the regret swimming in my mother's eyes. The moment I turned eighteen, the burden fell heavily upon my shoulders.

My fingers had slowly peeled away the paper that concealed my present. A jade stone necklace, a tightly carved pattern in the shape of an eye. It was a silent reminder of the role I need to play, that no one ever expressly demands, but it's so painfully expected that the necklace now sits upon my chest, and I'm about to board a carriage to my new life.

"You're making me proud, Akara," she says, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. It's the smallest movements that remind me how little I look like my mother. I got my father's foregin looks over her traditional Jade Province appearance. Dark hair, dark eyes. I watch a single tear fall from her eyes, a thin, transparent strip.

 "I'll be back in a few months," I assure her, wiping the tear away with my thumb. A few months. I can handle a few months, right? The Jade Province is an especially devout place.

Here, we believe in our Guardian's, or as they are referred to, our Tani. Tani can be Guardian's or predators, depending on your belief. Here, in the Village of Celeste, we believe in a particularly powerful Tani. One none of us has ever seen...but we know it exists. We feel its presence.

"Can a mother not be sad that her only daughter is finally grown up?" she breathes, smiling delicately. Her fingers touch the necklace. "And to fulfil exactly what you were born to do."

 I'm leaving to preach about our Tani, to bring awareness to the pray needed to satisfy the Beast. I'll be working at an inn in the Crystal Province, being a maid. It will sustain me long enough before I can return. Hopefully in that time, these nerves will diminish. I know nothing about the Crystal Province other than it's drenched in snow and surrounded by mountains. And the people there...aren't like me.

"I should go. I want to get to the inn by nightfall," I say through a loosened breath, motioning to the awaiting carriage behind me, the horses pawing impatiently at the ground.

Mother casts a glance over my shoulder, and for a moment, it looks as though she might tell me to stay. But like everything here, our duty to our Tani comes before anything else.

"I'll send a letter for when your father returns so we can all be together," she promises, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. My eyes squeeze shut, my desperation to keep my tears to myself leaving my eyes burning and my throat closing.

My father has been gone for months. The war calls, where my province and many others fight for a cause I lost a lot of knowledge of many years ago. When something exists for that long, it loses all its meaning. Even if my father still goes to fight, to protect our province and to fulfil his duty.

The carriage sways as I slip inside, the door shuddering closed behind me. I'm leaving my life here, my friends, my family, to cross the provincial border into another, where the weather will be cold, and I will know no one. But I am ready. I'm ready for a new life.

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A jolt wakes me. My neck is bent at an unnatural angle, stiff and aching. Forcing myself up, I blink past the dim light from the carriage, looking outside the window, which is coated in a vinette of fog. Past it, a faceless flurry of snow, whipping tauntingly against the glass. Pulling my coat tighter against my body, I refuse to acknowledge the pressing realisation that this is my home.

A cold, mountainous range with no hope of escape, except down one dangerously icy road. Pulling the thin fabric of curtain over the window, I lean back. Soon enough, lights bleed through the fabric, announcing our arrival into my new home, in a small town set below the mountain; Whitedale. Fitting. We come to a stop a few moments later, the carriage's wooden wheels sinking into the thick snow, undulating over ice.

We have arrived. Opening the door, I step out, careful of the slick steps before my feet fall ankle-deep into fluffy, perfectly white snow.

Brittle air slams again my face, burning my eyes, as I struggle to read the sign hanging of the building in front of me. Blue Glass Inn. I made it. It's a beautiful sight, after such a long journey. Night has fallen across the town, layering everything from the horizon, to atop the mountains in a glittering set of stars. The inn is magnificent, too. Not too large, made of wooden pillars and stained glass windows engraved with snowflakes and gemstones. Warm, glowing light lures me to the front step, but before I knock, I stop myself short. I have to remember these people are different. Not everyone here is one of them, but they are common enough.

Summoners, they call themselves. They hold the ability to replicate any of their victims appearances to scare them into submission.

However, they are generally peaceful beings, with little even using their powers, instead choosing to withhold them despite its undesirable effects. Knocking on the door, I wait. Seconds tick by, and no one comes to answer.

When I try the door handle, it's locked. Of course. Rounding the building, I opt for a back door tucked neatly behind where firewood is clearly cut. Eyeing the silver glint of the axe lodged in a stump of wood, I tuck my coat closer against my body. The vicious bite of the wind is inescapable, clawing at my skin, freezing me to the bone.

Thankfully, the snow-dusted door handle gave, and I stumble gratefully into the warm grasp of a dark hallway. It takes me a few blind moments of running my hand along the wall to find the light switch.