Chapter 92: Tayun’s Electa
Nova gaped at him, literally gaped, like a damned goldfish, as her mind spun from the new information Yoa had just dropped like it was nor more surprising than the weather.
First of all, the vampires couldn’t leave those caves, meaning she was safe, even at night. Still, she’d been anxiously scanning their surroundings every time they were on foot in the jungle after dark. She couldn’t say whether it was because of the idea of these vampires actually draining the blood of their victims, or her completely irrational fear of flying rodents.
Then there was the part where he held more knowledge about the Electa, a new term she’d not long learned about and that was still wrapped in mystery. And then there’s the part where he claimed to have this knowledge from a bunch of dead guardians, not from old journals or anything like that, but as vividly as if these memories were his own.
Where did she even begin?!
Yoa waited, clearly amused, those sunset eyes twinkling at Nova’s reaction. She wanted to narrow her eyes at him for enjoying her bafflement, but she just couldn’t. Those eyes always made her melt, especially when they were filled with so much warmth.
"Makari and ... the Electa..." She began.
"Kaia," Yoa added.
"Yes, Kaia. She.. travelled here like me?" Nova asked, needing Yoa to confirm it.
Yoa nodded, lifting his hand to her face and brushing his knuckles along her cheek. "Yes. She was from another world."
Nova’s eyes widened as she stared up at him. Did this Kaia, this Electa, come from the same world as her? The possibilities were endless. Now that she knew this wild, beastly world existed, anything was possible.
"Electas are the chosen. Chosen by fate, either brought here by Tayun herself or the Kairan. I have limited access to the memories concerning Kaia. But the legends say she was gifted the power of foresight, and that was what helped Makari seal the vampiras in the caves before they could wipe out the island’s people and doom themselves when the land could no longer feed their hunger."
Yoa paused, and added quietly, his gaze distant, as though recalling the memories of Makari and possibly Kaia. "Her choices shaped the path we now walk, though most will only remember her name, and never the weight she carried."