Gods of Malcea ✔️

S I X

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."

-Xamdú 

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"Acha." Ake scooted a wooden bowl towards Karos who only eyed and looked at it with some puzzlement.

"Acha," Ake repeated once again. He looked to the dying human, named Olidus, asking him for translation.

"Ake, I prepared that meal for you. It is to help you quickly regain back your lost strength. Sleeping helped immensely, but you do need to eat as well." 

The old man doted on him. He cared for his health more than the human he could say he raised. He knew then, he must know who he is. 

"Prepare another then. It is fine if I eat after him, but he will eat first."

"My—" Ake cut Olidus off. 

"Just call me by the name given to me at birth. We are in the presence of a human who detests my kind. Saying anything but my name may cause more problems."

"As you wish," the old man said with reluctance. 

This human knew much about him and his kind. He knew he met with many ancient ones when they came down. A lot of their pictures were strewn across his walls. He was someone he could trust, he thought. Yet, he knew he could not stay here.

"You want me to eat this?" Karos said in close-to-perfect Eunarian causing his eyes to widen. He looked to Olidus who was quick to answer.

"During your slumber, Karos asked me to teach him a bit of your language." Soon, he gazed onto the human with a grin that could rival one of his own.

"De,"Yes, Ake answered back with a smirk of his own. This human interested him greatly. One moment, he wished him dead and now he is willing to learn a language just to speak with him. Ake wondered if the human held the same interest in him.

He watched him pick up the wooden spoon and saw it dive into the food. The moment it was about to reach his mouth was the moment Karos stuck his tongue out and in an act to taste it. It only caused Ake's eyes to narrow.

He had no time to watch him play with food. He needed to eat. If he falls ill or weakens, Ake would not know how to treat him. He would die, and then all hope would be lost to him.

Ake's eyes lingered on him as Olidus spoke of the human and bits of his past in Eunarian. He watched as the human continued to play with his food in spite of him. The human was trying, he thought.

He rose and made a swift walk around the table. Soon, he grabbed his wrist and shoved the spoon into his mouth tired of his human, little games. "You will eat, human," he hissed.

"Ake." The old man reprimanded his actions, but it only made Ake scoff. 

"I have no time for his games. I need to bring him to a town known to dragons. Someone there may help me." He let him take the spoon from his mouth and stood a little back from Karos waiting for him to try his human antics again.

"And I cannot?"

"You cannot."

"Do you mind if I become an ear to your woes. It may lessen the burden you carry." His eyes narrowed, but he shook his head. Karos would not be able to understand.

"The human would have met Malice at the Great Altar of Death. When we came down to help the younger ones back home, the humans attacked us, as they always have, but it was as if they were expecting us... " Ake thought on it before continuing.