Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Part 3 (Sad and listless) Christ

Everything hurts, and why is this room wobbling?

    Krista woke up slowly, she thought. He remembered Roger stabbing him, climbing up the chest, screaming people as he struggled with the tip of his fingers. Come on down, Cat. However, when Ken returns to pick him up, to save his investment. They must have climbed the Septicaye.

    Krista tried to roll over, but her body hurt a lot, she turned her head away. He saw Silva sitting on the bench next to him asleep yawning, krista's hand clasped loosely in his grip.

    "Silva," said Krista Parau. His throat felt like it was wool.

    Silva woke up. "I'm not sleeping!" he exclaimed, then looked at Krista sleepily. "You're all human." He sits more upright. "Oh, for the sake of Goddess Shi, you're already human!"

    Then Silva's cry resounded in the small room.

    Krista tried to sit up straight, but she even had trouble lifting her head.

    "Don't, don't" Silva said. "Don't try to move, just rest."

    "Are you okay?"

    Behind her tears, she started laughing. "I'm okay, you're the one who got stabbed. I don't know why, killing people is so much easier than taking care of people."

    Krista blinked her eyes, and the two of them started laughing.

    "Awwww," said Krista. "Don't make me laugh. It doesn't taste good."

    Silva squeaks. "What do you feel?"

    "Painful, but I can still bear it. Thirsty."

    Silva gave him a can filled with cold water. "It's fresh water, yesterday it rained."

    Krista sipped the drink carefully, letting Silva hold her head up. "How long have I been unconscious?"

    "Three days, almost four. Tera's driving us all crazy. As I recall I never saw him sitting quietly for two minutes" Silva said, rising to his feet. "I have to tell them you're awake! We're guess--"

    "Wait a minute" Krista said, holding Silva's hand. "Mending... Don't tell him now, will you?"

    Silva sat back down, his face confused. "All right, but---"

    "Tonight alone" Krista fell silent. "It's night?"

    "Yes, it's just past midnight, even."

    "Do we know who attacked us in the harbor?"

    "Rav Frederic's. He hired Deal and Lionolbars to drive us out."

    "How does he know we're going to get out of there?"

    "I don't know."

    "I saw Roger--"

    "Roger is dead. Ken killed him."

    "Really?"

    "Ken killed a lot of people. Han sees Ken chasing Deal's men who cornered you to the top of the chest. The exact words were 'Blood spilled enough to paint every hut.'"

    Krista closed her eyes. "Many are dead." Death always loomed over Krisbow, and only this time did Krista feel death approaching her.

    "He's afraid you're why."

    "He's not afraid of anything."

    "You must see his face when you bring you before me."

    "I am a very valuable investment."

    Silva gawking. "Don't tell me he said that."

    "Of course he said so. Well, he didn't say 'worth'."

    "Idiot."

    "How's reader?"

    "Idiot too. Do you think you can eat?"

    Krista shook her head, she didn't feel hungry at all.

    "Give it," urged Silva. "Your body is so thin."

    "Now I just want to rest."

    "Of course" Silva said. "Let my lanterns turn off."

    Krista reached it again. "Don't I don't want to sleep anymore."

    "I can read you a story if there's a fairy tale book. In the small palace, there was a Heart Furniture that was very good at telling stories for hours. If you listen to him, you're gonna wish you were dead."

    Krista laughed, then snorted. "Don't move."

    "All right," said Silva. "Since you want to chat, tell me why your arm doesn't have a clock and fox tattoo?"

    "Starting with a simple question, right?"

    Krista was silent for a long time. "You see my scar?"

    Silva nodded. "Once Ken convinced Lin Ginger to redeem my contract at Cerveny, the first thing I did was get rid of the peacock fur tattoo."

    "Whoever gets rid of the tattoo, the way is haphazard."

    "He's not a Soulvalin or even a medic." Just one of the many knowledgeable butchers who sell skills among desperate Krisbow residents. The man poked Krista with a mouthful of whiskey, then cracked her skin just like that, as a result of putting a wound here and there under her arm. At the Entertainment House, they liked to talk about her brown skin. His skin was like coffee mixed with condensed white milk. His skin was like a shiny caramel, not dark and not light. Krista welcomes every knife cut and scar left behind. "Said Ken, I don't have to do anything but ask for help."

    ken taught him to fight, break into safes, pickpocket, use a knife. Ken rewards Krista with her first sharp weapon, which she names Naifi Jein and Naifi Bajan-not as beautiful as wild but more useful steel, according to him.

    Maybe I will practice it on you, Krista said at the time.

    Ken is sighing. If only you were that blood. Krista doesn't know if Ken is serious or joking.

    Now, Krista shifted things a little to the table. Pain is still felt, but not severe. Given how sharp the knife thrust was, the hand of the Saints must have guided Silva's hand.

    "Said Ken, if I can prove myself, I can get into the Geak members. And I made it, but I don't want to be tattooed."

    Silva's eyebrows raised. "I thought tattoos were mandatory."

    "Officially no. I know some people don't understand, but Ken told me. He said I could choose, that I wouldn't be branded anymore if I didn't."

    However, Ken in fact imprints his own imprint on Krista-beyond anyone's will. Having feelings for Ken Lunark is an outrageous form of stupidity. Krista herself knows. However, Ken is his savior, one who sees his potential. Ken was like placing a bet on Krista and that alone was meaningful - even though his motivational words were selfish. Ken even nicknamed him Cat.

    I didn't like the call, Krista said. It sounds like a curse.

    Black cat to be exact, spirit subtle. Often considered luck or bad luck, Ken errs. Sleeking, Luck for him and, bad luck for the enemy.

    Didn't you say I'd be your spider? I'm mending that than I was.

    Because in Krisbow there are many spiders. And anyway, you want your enemies to be scared. Not trampled to a crumble with one leg.

    My enemies.

    Our enemies.

    Ken helped nurture the legend that Krista wore as a shield, a reputation far greater and far more fearsome than that of an ordinary young woman. Krista sighs. He didn't want to think about Ken any further.

    "Speak," he told Silva.

    "Your eyes are sleepy, you'd better get some sleep."

    "Don't like boats" Krista said. "Bad memories."

    "Then the same."

    "Then sing."

    Silva laughs. "Remember my words about the story reader that made you feel like you wanted to die? You certainly don't want to die, because the impact is the same."

    "Please."

    "I only know the Juwel area song and the Kalterville ocean song."

    "Calterville's sea song, yes. Please." Please."

    Silva grunting. "Specifically for you, cat." He cleared his throat and started. "Mighty young captain, dashing in the ocean. Soldiers and sailors, disease-free-"

    Krista giggles while holding her shoulder. "You're right. Your voice is discordant."

    "I told you."

    "Continue."

    Silva's voice was really ugly. However, her singing helped Krista on this ship, at this time. Krista doesn't want to remember the last time she was at sea, but those memories are hard to fight.

    On the third day when the slave traders kidnapped her, Krista should not be in the entourage. He was 14 years old at the time. His family is on a summer vacation on the West Juwel coast, enjoying the beauty of the beach and partying in a carnival held on the outskirts of Cyndi. Krista was supposed to help her father assemble the net, because lazily, Krista laid her body under the tree and the freshness of the air that made it stick.

    When the silhouette of a man appears from the troupe, Krista doesn't even know that she has to run. He said, "Five more minutes, Papa."

    Then the man grabbed her leg and dragged her out of the group. Krista's head hit hard to the ground. The four of them, big jokers out to sea. When Krista tried to scream, they stuffed her mouth. They tied his hands, and one of them threw Krista over the shoulder upon arrival in the boat they had put in the sea.

    Behind this, Krista knows that this coast is often visited by slave traders. They saw a group of Zemeni troupes from the ship and rowed after dawn when the camp was practically empty.

    The continuation is blurred in Krista's memory, she is thrown into a hatch containing a group of other children - some old, some young, most women but there are also a handful of men. Krista was the only Zemeni, but some of the captives spoke Juwel and each had their own story about their abduction.

    They will be taken to Kalterville's largest outer island, to be auctioned off to individual owners or brothels in Moontown and Ru Kraine. But he was instead led down the lower deck and handed over to one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, brownish green eyes, and thick golden hair.

    She checked every inch of Krista's body - her teeth, her breasts, even her legs. The woman pulled Krista's hair. "It's gotta be shaved." Then he stepped back. "Beautiful," he said. "Check and smooth."

    The woman moved and bartered with the sailors while Krista stood sculpting, her hands tied to her chest, her clothes still open, her skirt still exposed around her waist. Jump, he thought. Mending jumped rather than being carried by the woman. However, Silva did not dare.

    Silva still sings a sailor who left his lover.

    "Teach me the refrain," said Krista.

    "You better get some rest."

    "Refrain it."

    So Silva taught the lyrics to Krista and then they sang together, verse by verse with a bow and chord, until the flames of the lantern dimmed.