Nahyuta Sahdmadhi (
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candybox2016-12-28 12:01 am
FOR TAISA - Reincarnation AU
It had been two weeks since the attempt on the Regent of Khura'in's life. He had given a speech in the temple plaza, which coincided with the annual festival of Khura'in's founding and continued sovereignty. Now, it also became a festival to celebrate its freedom from tyranny once more, mirroring the acts of the Founder and of Lady Kee'ra all those centuries ago. The political nature of the celebration was important, but it also made it a perfect time for Ga'ran loyalists to strike. A sniper had narrowly missed a shot and had been apprehended at the scene, as had several other armed individuals, all shouting, 'Ur dihara Ga'ran!'. Since then, a search had been on to find the one who had coordinated the attackers.
Unease had spread throughout Khura'in, and with it, the rumours. A masked figure had been spotted, some said, stopping the sniper from taking a lethal shot. Others denied it, not wanting to pin their hopes on what could turn on to be a fraud like the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra.
As for Nahyuta, he had heeded Amara's advice, retreating from the public eye for the time being except to prosecute in court. The rest was televised statements or interviews of reassurance to the public that all was in hand, and that the revolution would not be quelled so easily. To the public, he embodied the perfect combination of the unwavering determination of his father, and the pragmatic caution of his mother.
Privately, however, was a different story. Fear hounded Nahyuta everywhere, because he knew if something happened to him, Khura'in would likely be ruined, Apollo would be in danger, and his mother and sister would be prisoners once again. Not only did he have a family to protect, now, but an entire kingdom, and once again he needed to be prepared to lay down his life for that.
So his nerves were frayed, he was becoming increasingly on edge which each day that turned up no new information or leads. Even meditation did not help. So when he went to sleep at night in the palace, it was a fitful sleep, wracked with dreams of spiders ensnaring him and the palace burning. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, his dreams were interrupted as he was struck in the world of the waking -- hard -- across the head. Dazed, he could feel someone yanking him upright by his silvery hair, and the feeling of cold, sharp steel at his throat.
If he was half asleep before, he snapped awake in an instant. The assassin was a dark silhouette, their face covered, so it was impossible to discern their identity even with the pale strand of moonlight streaking across his bedchamber. Then they spoke in a low voice that identified his assailant as male.
"Before I kill you, tell me where the Founder's Orb is."
Nahyuta swallowed, trying neither to flinch or cringe away at the blade at his neck, but instead to lift his chin in defiance.
"You cannot threaten a dragon. I would sooner cut out my own tongue than tell you."
Despite his confidence, Nahyuta knew how dire the situation was. The guards outside were surely all incapacitated; no one would come to save him this time. All he could do was pray to the Holy Mother that if this was the end, his soul would be safely conveyed to the Twilight Realm.
Unease had spread throughout Khura'in, and with it, the rumours. A masked figure had been spotted, some said, stopping the sniper from taking a lethal shot. Others denied it, not wanting to pin their hopes on what could turn on to be a fraud like the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra.
As for Nahyuta, he had heeded Amara's advice, retreating from the public eye for the time being except to prosecute in court. The rest was televised statements or interviews of reassurance to the public that all was in hand, and that the revolution would not be quelled so easily. To the public, he embodied the perfect combination of the unwavering determination of his father, and the pragmatic caution of his mother.
Privately, however, was a different story. Fear hounded Nahyuta everywhere, because he knew if something happened to him, Khura'in would likely be ruined, Apollo would be in danger, and his mother and sister would be prisoners once again. Not only did he have a family to protect, now, but an entire kingdom, and once again he needed to be prepared to lay down his life for that.
So his nerves were frayed, he was becoming increasingly on edge which each day that turned up no new information or leads. Even meditation did not help. So when he went to sleep at night in the palace, it was a fitful sleep, wracked with dreams of spiders ensnaring him and the palace burning. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, his dreams were interrupted as he was struck in the world of the waking -- hard -- across the head. Dazed, he could feel someone yanking him upright by his silvery hair, and the feeling of cold, sharp steel at his throat.
If he was half asleep before, he snapped awake in an instant. The assassin was a dark silhouette, their face covered, so it was impossible to discern their identity even with the pale strand of moonlight streaking across his bedchamber. Then they spoke in a low voice that identified his assailant as male.
"Before I kill you, tell me where the Founder's Orb is."
Nahyuta swallowed, trying neither to flinch or cringe away at the blade at his neck, but instead to lift his chin in defiance.
"You cannot threaten a dragon. I would sooner cut out my own tongue than tell you."
Despite his confidence, Nahyuta knew how dire the situation was. The guards outside were surely all incapacitated; no one would come to save him this time. All he could do was pray to the Holy Mother that if this was the end, his soul would be safely conveyed to the Twilight Realm.

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Your family is under extra protection from the Defiant Dragons, and Amara is handling things while you're missing. I insisted to search for you myself, so that our defenses were not spread thin. They should know by now that I have found you. [He has told a trusted few that when the storms subsided, it was a sign that his mission had been a success.]
...I am sorry for getting you involved. [This probably could have been avoided had he not gotten so close to Nahyuta.]
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[If anyone is to blame, it's Ga'ran, and her supporters who just don't know when to give up.]
Truly... It has been a privilege to spend time with you. You have risked everything for me. [The unspoken question is why?, when surely Rayfa and Amara are more important than he is. Even now he still can't fathom the dragon's reasoning, but he's grateful nonetheless.]
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You're strong, just like they are, like your father was.
[He gets up from his seat and bows.] I simply want to safeguard what we are trying to achieve. You play an important role in restoring our Kingdom. Saving and advising you is just part of the deal. [He's trying his hardest to not make this sound so personal. Today's events has shown him how dangerous having such a connection was and he did not want to cause his son that kind of trouble.] Finish this and get some rest. I will be standing guard outside.
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A dragon never yields. That creed is the source of my strength.
[Which looks and sounds less impressive when he's hunched on a couch and looks terrible, but it gives him the strength to keep going, despite all that. That is what he wanted to convey. He lost sight of it once, but after Apollo awoke him from his living nightmare, never again.
As Dhurke leaves, he nods.]
I will. Thank you once more.
[Once he's gone, Nahyuta does his best to stomach as much as he can, but he can't finish the food or tea without feeling queasy. He's still tired enough that he feels dizzy, so soon enough he curls up and goes back to sleep.]
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No trouble comes during the night and it would soon be morning. Dhurke had come in to check on Nahyuta at some point without disturbing him, and then leaving again to find food. He doesn't travel very far this time, just to the river flowing by the shack. He had taken on his dragon appearance once more and was sitting on the shoreline, dipping his head in and out of water. Every so often, he comes up with fish in his mouth. Most he ate himself, a few of the meatier ones he set aside for Nahyuta later. Once he had his fill, he will prepare them.]
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When he awakes to find himself alone, Nahyuta offers his morning prayers to the Holy Mother. Then, in an attempt to look a little less dishevelled from his long imprisonment, combs his hair with his fingers and rebraids it. Then he hears splashing outside, and goes to the window, watching the dragon Satyendra catching fish. It makes him smile, as he's reminded fondly of all the times he and his father would go fishing.
Perhaps he would join him, and splash his face to freshen up before they departed for the palace. It takes some effort when his injured legs don't want to cooperate -- his knees almost buckle beneath him once or twice -- but eventually he makes it out and onto the banks of the river.]
Good morning. [He greets Satyendra as he approaches, shielding his eyes from the sun. Being kept in the dark for some time had suddenly made bright daylight almost blinding to him, so it will be a while before his eyes adjust.]
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[At least his mood seems better than it was last night. He takes a few steps around him, a wing shading him from the sun's rays.] Are you well this morning? [He lowers his head closer to him, to examine him better.]
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Y-yes, I think I am recovering. The food and rest have helped. [As will the fresh air and exercise, he hopes. He moves over to the water's edge, crouching down slowly and trying not to wince at his body's complaints as he takes a drink of river water.] Have you any idea where we are? I do not recognise this river.
[Being on the run for so long, he has a surprisingly good grasp on the lay of the land. He has no idea where they are at the moment, though... assuming they're even in Khura'in.]
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As he watches Nahyuta carefully at the waters edge, he comes up with a mischievous idea. He comes forward while Nahyuta was preoccupied, lowering his head behind him. He then nudges him forward with his muzzle, right into the water. Thankfully they were on the shallow end of the river that he wouldn't be in any immediate danger, just very wet.]
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P-p-pohlkunka! What was that for?
[He shoots a wounded look at the dragon. This wasn't quite what he had in mind when he wanted to wash his face before they left.]
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I thought you could use a bath too! [Was he saying he stinks?!]
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[He pulls himself out of the water, for all the world looking like a highly offended cat. The banter seems to come easily as he tries to wring the river water out of his clothes and long hair... and it's only after a few moments he realises why it's so familiar. After that realisation, he goes oddly quiet.]
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We should get something in your stomach first. I hope sushi is fine with you. [Since they're short on time. He doesn't notice a change in his son, assuming he was just grumbling about his little prank to say anything else.]
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[He's not just whining, either. This is the Himalayas, the highest mountain range on Earth, not just anywhere. Still, he lets Satyendra wander off without further complaint; he's realising even dragons can have their foolish moments.]
Yes... [He's taken aback by the likewise familiar suggestion, looking to the fish and then the masked man.] Yes, that would be fine. [So why does he look so distracted?]
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[If he has nothing more to say, Dhurke will start to make his trek back to the shack so he can prep the fish. He's going to learn very quickly how difficult it is to make sushi when you have a dragon's strength.]
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--Satyendra. Did you know my father?
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Why do you ask? [He opens the door to the shack for the both of them once they were there.]
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[The fact he hasn't seen his human face once, his dragon-like form, his tendency to throw strategy to the wind and rush in heroically if someone he cared about was in danger, his terrible sense of humour. All those things and more were Dhurke through and through.]
... Forgive me if I presume too much in asking. [Because he still has the highest respect for him, no matter who or what he is.]
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We'll talk more after I've made breakfast.
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When they get back to the shack, Nahyuta hobbles inside, searching for something he can use while he dries off. In one of the cupboards he finds a blanket, which is moth-eaten with disuse, but it would do for his purposes.
That done, he swaddles himself in it and sits on the couch. He wishes he could do more to help with the food preparation, but he's tired enough just from that river misadventure that he knows he should take a break for a while.]
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Sorry, that took longer than expected. Not my best work, I admit. [He says as he is about to sit in a chair, only to straighten back up when he remembers something.] Oh! Forgot to make the tea. [And he's up and gone again. Someone is clearly prolonging this to avoid the talk.]
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[He smiles wryly at him, intending the reply to be a joke at his own expense. The smile quickly fades when Satyendra gets up again, and Nahyuta soon realises he's trying to avoid him, which only confuses him even more.
He wraps the blanket around himself glumly, poking at the sushi while he waits. He's not sure he'll be hungry while his mind is on needing to get answers, though.]
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...Right, well. Let me just start by answering your question from before. [With the mask still covering his face, it's hard to read what he's actually feeling, but there was a noticeable lack of his usual easygoing nature in his tone and how he was sitting more upright and stiffly.] No, I did not know your father. I've only been on this earth for almost...two months now, after you became the acting regent.
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So... Roughly after the time the revolution achieved its goal. [And after Dhurke's passing, of course. He seems disappointed there's no direct connection, but he'll let Satyendra say his piece before he forms any conclusions.]
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...But before this life, I lived as another. That is why I know things previously before my time.
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gets swallowed by January and spat out a month later
Barfs back exposition of a trial I barely remember what it was about