Chapter 9

Inka's Point of View

I saw how his eyes flashed showing some glimpses of his emotions. Shock, confused, then pain after that it came back to his own dull and lifeless eyes.

"Where did you heard that?" He asked

I sat up and looked at him.

"I heard it from Andrew, he called you that," I answered him

He sat back up and leaned back at the headboard, he heaved a sigh and just looked straight.

"Its a name with a dark story." He started

"Can I know the story?"

He glanced at me then looked straight ahead. He started talking, telling me the story as his eyes looked foggy. Like he was having his own flashback as he tell me every detail of that certain name.

"F-Father! I can't!" the little boy yelled to his father who was standing behind him.

The boy was holding a sword, a perfect sword made for him to kill. To inherit the throne of his beloved father.

His father went down to his level, gripping his both shoulders while looking at his eyes.

"Look straight into my eye, Read." His father whispered