Chapter Eleven
***Kyllian***
“Don’t be embarrassed; there’s no reason to be. Clearly, something happened you had no control over,” Kyllian said.
“Why am I like that? What the hell is wrong with me?” Savanah asked.
“I’m not sure, but I am wondering if there is some link between what you just went through and what is going on with my father,” Kyllian said.
“It would have to be a pretty deep and complicated setup for the mayor to be involved with anything like what I am going through,” Savanah stated, looking to the ground and shaking her head slightly, “but I guess anything is possible. Do you think it is a disease or something?” Savanah asked.
“I’m not sure, but I want to figure it out, somehow,” Kyllian stated.
“I’m not sure where to start,” Savanah said.
“Well, I want to get to the bottom of it. For both yours and my father’s sakes and I’ll do whatever I can to help you and your friends out to do that,” Kyllian stated matter-of-factly.
“You’re really too kind to me, and I still haven’t quite figured out why,” Savanah said. Kyllian smiled gently. He thought it would have been obvious by now, but evidently Savanah didn’t recall the kiss they had shared prior to her fit occurring. It made him feel a little sad as he looked back at her.
“It’s nothing, Savanah. I really just want to make an impact on your life and memories, as you have mine, and if I can help my father out in the process, it’s just a win-win situation for me,” Kyllian murmured.
“Why is he so hard on you?” Savanah asked, curiously.
“Because he doesn’t like a part of me he doesn’t understand,” Kyllian said, feeling a little uncomfortable about the topic of him being a Naga coming up.
“Oh, I guess I can sort of understand that. I mean, you saw what my episodes cause,” she replied.
“Yeah, I imagine that’s hard,” Kyllian said.
“It’s hardest for me because I still haven’t figured out what the trigger for them is,” Savanah admitted. “I’m not sure how to stop them, and since I don’t know what is causing them, it’s almost like searching for a needle in a haystack,” she concluded. Kyllian nodded. Helping Savanah was a threefold opportunity, as far as he saw it. He could resolve her problems and his father’s, and possibly set things in motion to settle a lot of his own problems by doing both of those things. He had to be honest with himself: he cared for Savanah more than he let on and he wanted to make her life better because she deserved it.
“Well, I’m going to do everything I can to assist, like I said. Somehow, we are going to find that damn needle in the haystack and we're going to use it to stitch this shit back together the way it was intended to be,” he finished. Savanah smiled back at him and chuckled at his choice of words again.
“You’re a real hero, Kyllian. A rare sort,” she admitted fondly. Kyllian shrugged.
“I don’t do anything for the fame or glory really. I do it because I want to help,” he said. Kyllian was a visionary and a brilliant-minded man, but he rarely got credit for it, and now life had offered him an opportunity to put his brilliance to good use and possibly get the respect from his father that he had been yearning for quite some time. It was a long stretch, but Kyllian figured at least Savanah was worth it.
“Are you sure you don’t need any water or something to eat?” he asked her, rising from the chair as he looked back at her. Savanah smiled and nodded slightly.
“Yeah, I guess I could use some water, but I’m okay on the food for now. My stomach tends to be a little queasy after one of those stints,” she responded, referring to the episode.
“I can imagine; spinning like that has to make you dizzy,” Kyllian said.
“Yeah,” she muttered.
“So, just sit tight, and I will be right back with that water,” he winked at her and turned to walk out the door. Kyllian might not have known what he had just gotten himself into and in his mind, he didn’t really care; all he knew was that he wanted to change Savanah’s life for the better one way or another, and that was his new charge and mission. Whatever it took, whatever got in his way, didn’t matter. He had made a commitment, and he was willing to die to keep it.
