Predatory Marriage Chapter 304 - Isha (4)

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 304. Isha (4)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Kurkans who descended from feline lineage were often small in stature. l complained about his hereditary disadvantages for so ti.

“I wonder if Haban will be all right,” he added in a lower voice. “He might be taller than now…”

For a mont, a rare lancholy filled his eyes, but he still spoke cheerfully.

“He’s a boy who lived next door to ,” he explained to Isha. “He wasn’t just very kind, he was very strong, too. When we go back ho, I’ll introduce him to you.”

There was a lingering sadness in his eyes, but l knew there was no point in wallowing in it. No matter what the situation, he always tried to be happy. Isha had many occasions to laugh because of l, and the other Kurkans gravitated toward him like sunshine. l looked after all of them like an older brother.

“You have to keep your temper,” l scolded Isha one day, after one of the tars had given him a particularly severe beating. This was funny because Isha always kept his mouth shut, no matter what the tars did to him. “So typical.”

l had made bandages by tearing up old clothes, and tied them tightly over Isha’s wounds.

“It hurts,” Isha complained, his face twisting.

“I thought he’d taken your tongue, too, but listen to you now.”

“I learned everything, I just don’t want to listen to that bastard.”

“Geez…”

Though Isha had quickly learned the etiquette required by the tars, he always received severe beatings for disobedience. l shook his head and changed the subject.

“I wish I could see the sun,” he said. “I’ve been stuck in this basent so long.”

When they lived in the desert, it seed every day they might be roasted by the sun, but in this place there was only the dim glow of the torches. l missed the scorching sunlight.

“When we go back ho, we’ll stay outside all day,” he said as he finished Isha’s bandages.

“You won’t last ten minutes before you run to the shade,” Isha laughed, thinking of those heated sands. The mories of their holand had faded in his own mory, as if tarnished.

It had been months since he had co to this place. Now the only thing that felt real was this dreary dark, and walking on that sun-ward, golden sand and drinking cool water at the oasis seed like dreams. One word ca to him, the thing he rembered most clearly. – Posted only on NovelUtopia

“…dates,” he murmured, rembering their taste. “I want to eat dates.”

It had been so long since he had had anything sweet. l brightened at once.

“Dates!” He exclaid. “I could eat a tree full of them.”

The other children gathered around excitedly.

“I want to eat dates, too!”

“They’re so delicious…”

l smiled.

“When we go back ho, we’ll eat them til our stomachs burst,” he reassured them.

There was silence. Then…

“Will we really be able to go back?” soone asked, despondent.

“Of course,” l said instantly. He t their eyes as all of them stared at him. “We are Kurkan. Never forget that. They do not own our spirits.”

Isha couldn’t understand why he did this. How could he give so much of himself to others? It must be exhausting. Once the two boys were alone again, he had to ask.

“Why don’t you ever give up?” He asked, low.

“Because I’m a Kurkan,” l replied, as if it were obvious. Isha stared at him, and l rumpled up his hair, embarrassed. “All right, I’ll answer seriously. In a way…I’m acting like a leader.”

He said it with a shy voice and an awkward smile.

“So, I can’t show weakness.”

But unlike his voice, there was determination in his eyes. And it did seem like nothing could break him. Maybe he was that rare flower that blood in hell.

But no matter how beautiful the bloom, hell would still be hell.

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