Dead Bodies

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~Chapter 3~

"EHELIF SUU AEMIRE, Aemirif suu Aemirê, Illynif suu Irstas. Cieruju jus Umiur" she said in a foreign language different from the Aslevalonian, which is Voudia's native language.

The woman turned her gaze to the black-haired lady and gave her a tight smile. The two women were clearly of the same age, maybe one older than the other, but it wouldn't be too far off.

Turning her attention back to the butcher, she placed her order. "2 lamb legs, cut in 10 pieces, and citrus"

"Yes, of course. That will be 25 Uolas for the Lamb's legs and 10 Uolas for the citrus," he informed. She didn't bargain and just brought out the money from her pouch.

The black-haired girl didn't care that she couldn't bargain for a better price. It wasn't her money she was wastefully spending, so? Why should she care?

But what she cared about, though, is what she had said. Translating it to Aslevalonian would mean Father and Mother, Son and Daughter, friend and enemy. Everybody will die.

"Ei'fin naf Nanhar yev yiea, Ehelif suu Aemirê, Aemirif suu Aemirê, Illynif suu Irstas? Cieruju jus Umiur? [Why did you say that, Father and Mother, Son and Daughter, friend and enemy? Everybody will die]" She questioned with curiosity in her eyes.

The woman froze as she was about to take her package from the butcher. She immediately whipped her head in the other woman's direction, her eyes widening in shock.

"Nanhar nevalim Tajhaena? [You speak Tajhaena?]"

Without waiting for a response, she pulled her roughly to the side as she stumbled around the stones on the ground, hoping she didn't get cut by them.

Her grip on her wrist was hard—but it didn't hurt, nor would it leave marks.

She suddenly came to a full halt, making the captive woman bump her head against her back

"Tir'fin naf nanhar nevalim Tajhaena? [Where did you learn to speak Tajhaena]?"

"Aila Amirê syeri yienaf [It is my mother's native tongue]" She replied, finally yanking her hands away from her grip.

"Nanhar Amirê osei Aswines? Goch lofei. Goch lofei Aila qleifeil fleiosei Aswinesian [Your mom is from Aswines? That is weird. This is the first time I am meeting an Aswinesian]"

"Raih'fin [Why?]" she asked, and the second lady furrowed her brows at her question. Did she ask an unusual question?

"Nanhar osei Aswinesian y Nanhar olei n'os Ei'fin sol'n Aswines? Sali Raih'fin goch geis? [You are an Aswinesian, but you don't know what happened to Aswines? And why they are rare?]" She didn't believe the lady as she stared hard at her.

"Fo'nei Ailo. Nanhar sarnim sofych slog [Walk with me. Are you buying more things?]"

"Mele, Ailo meem elepe fnoelir [No, I am done with shopping today]"

"Kuuq para'b ku [Good. Let's go]" Walking through a foot-only path, the two women continued their conversation.

"Tell me, what do they call you?"

"Can you stick to one Language? Stop jumping from Tajhaena to Aslevalonian. It is confusing," she complained.

"Ok fine Alright. Let's just continue with Aslevalonian." Nodding in agreement, she asked her question again.

"Yeona. That is my name".

"No last name?"

"Until you tell me yours," Yeona countered back.

"Ok, no qualms. We are from the same homeland," she said with a shrug. "My name is Sereia. Sereia Eastwood," introducing herself.

Yeona blinked and turned her head a little to the side. "Eastwood? Are you the daughter of—"

"Yes, the Patrician Whyte is my father," she interrupted. It was clear she didn't like the name or the title. "So, your last name?"

Sighing to herself, Yeona also didn't like to talk about her family.

"Yeona. Yeona Chamberlain" she answered. Sereia remained silent, looking at her.

"Your stepparents are the Rutherford's?"

"The one and only," she replied dryly.

"Blasted nobles, huh?" Sereia spoke as she brought her steps to a halt and leaned against a tree bark.

"Hmm, but why are you bothered? Your father has one of the largest, if not the largest Wheelwright business in Voudia kingdom".

"Hmm, yes, so why am I going to the market to buy groceries instead of the servants?" Sereia asked, but she didn't wait for a response. "Because I am just the adopted daughter of Patrician Whyte, waiting to be sold to marriage."

"I suppose it is not that different from me, isn't it? Waiting for the next best man".

"Or old one"

"I am just joking." She said, waving her hands off. "I am his adopted daughter, as he is not my birth father. I am not a servant, I just felt like going out to the market"

Yeona didn't know if she was joking or being truthful, so she just nodded and kept quiet. 

Silence

"What do you mean by Aswinesian were rare"

"Oh right! How you don't know that is beyond me. The Aswinesians were chased and cut down by the people and their knights".

"What? Why?"

Looking at her with a confused look, "You have the distinctive feature of an Aswinesian woman. Black hair and purple eyes. Every Aswinesian woman has that feature".

"But you don't have it?" she questioned. Sereia indeed had black hair, but not purple eyes. Her eyes were golden-like. Breathing out, Sereia closed her eyes and uttered some words before opening them.

Yeona took several steps back. Sereia's eyes were now a lavender color.

"This is my actual eye color, pretty, huh?"

"Sorcery," Yeona stated, stepping back as she placed some distance between them.

"Yes, Sorcery, witches, spells, black magic. Whatever you want to call it, but that is what we are: you are".

"I don't understand"

"I can't believe your mother didn't teach you all this"

"Well, if she was alive for a long time, I am sure she would have worked something out," she spat at her. It was clear Yeona was getting upset at the way the woman was shaming her mother.

Relaxing her breathing, Sereia decided to take another route.

"Aswinesian women are witches and people are scared of things stronger than them, or things that seem abnormal to them, so they set off to destroy all Aswinesian. Both men and women, young and old," She said. There was so much pain and anguish in her voice. Yeona couldn't relate. She was born and raised in Voudia. She didn't even know about Aswinesian until 10 mins ago.

And witches? What nonsense is she sprouting?

"Hey, are you ok? Did you hit your head or something?" Yeona asked with genuine concern for Sereia.

"Huh? What are you talking about? I just told you about the fate of your people — our people — and you are asking me if I am okay?"

"Well, why won't I ask, you are saying magic and witches are real?! What next, the Syrcan monster lives at the bottom of the sea?"

"Well, I don't know about Syrcan, but I am sure Madra is said to live in Esraine," Sereia stated with her hands on her chin, as if she was trying to remember it correctly.

"You have got to be joking. You are crazy," Yeona confirmed.

"I see you don't believe me, pause, how about this? Are you free to leave your house as you wish?"

"Yes, I am. I am no longer a little girl, so I can leave as I please".

"Then meet me at the foot of Anly mountain," She instructed, picking up her parcel.

"Um- okay, I guess"

"I know it is strange to meet with someone you have never met before and all that, but I want to tell you all I know about Aswinesian and—wait, did you just agree to it?"

"Was I supposed to object?"

"Ailet Nanhar sephisuk si sesphoucouies!! [You are supposed to be suspicious!!!!]"

"Why? You don't look like a bad person".

'I don't look like a bad person? Is that her sorcery?' Sereia wondered to herself.

"You are right, I am not. So I will see you at Anly once the moon is over the mountain." The time was finalized, and the women went their separate ways.

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Yeona opened the doors of the Manor and was greeted by the gatekeeper and butler, York.

"Hello Sir York"

"W-welcome back L-lady Y-yeona"

"Have Marina take this and begin with dinner. Let me shower, I will join her to prepare it".

"Y-yes, of course," York greeted, picking up the packages as he went to do as he was commanded.

"Oh, Lyra and Freya? Where are they?"

"T-the y-young Miss is at the g-garden having a tea party-y with their friends."

"I guess Evangeline is with them?"

"N-no, the M-Madame went out with the L-lord to a b-banquet held b-by one of t-the n-nobles"

As expected, all her step-family did was waste her parent's money on stupid and lavish things. It made her sick.

"Well then, I guess I should go give my greetings to the twins. " York bowed his head and left, while she left in her sister's direction.

Giggles and laughter rang through the air. The teacup, tapping the saucepan, rang with laughter. Pushing the doors open, she was met with five noble ladies plus her step-sisters, making it seven.

"Hello Lyra, Freya"

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*Aslevalonian is the language spoken in Voudia.

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