"To your father."
You're confused, silent and your mind races. For a moment you thought he was messing with you, pulling your leg and you were expecting for him to laugh at any moment but he was completely serious and you had to grip onto the male tighter so you wouldn't fall off the horse and plant yourself to the floor. For most of your life you thought your father was dead or at least, that's what your mother had told you, but now you don't know what to believe anymore. You want to speak, want to ask them how they know your father but your mind doesn't process fast enough and your lips are sealed shut, your heart racing. It'll be okay, everything will be okay. You tell yourself repeatedly but it doesn't work and you're so nervous that you want to just yack all over the ground.

"You're crushing my bones,Y/n," San says in somewhat amusement and you mutter a small apology, releasing your tight grip but still holding on to him. Thoughts of your father invade your mind, how he would leave for days upon days, stating that his job required for him to do so. He never told you what his job was , always telling you that it was a secret. You remember bragging about the fact that he was a spy to Annabeth but now that you're older you realize that everything had been a lie. Were you really ready to see your father? To see his face after so many years? You sigh and close your eyes, trying not to cry even though you so badly wanted to. Did your mother know he was alive? Or did she just feed you lies.

"Y/n," San murmurs your name softly breaking you out of your thoughts, moving his elbows to shake you a bit,"Can I ask you something?" You furrow your eyebrows and open your eyes noticing that the scenery has changed. There are still caves and canyons and cacti but the more you move up the more you start to see trees and bushes that are decorated with the most prettiest yellow flowers you've seen.

"Did you know what your father's occupation was?" San's question throws you off guard but you only clear your throat and shake your head but then you remember he can't see you.

"Uh, no, I didn't, he never told me," You murmur,"I always thought he was a spy." San's shoulders shake just a bit at your comment, more than likely laughing but he shakes his head and looks over his shoulder at you.

"Your father was definitely not a spy, the only spy feature about him was his talent at keeping secrets," San says in such a deadpan voice that you're not even sure he was laughing. You don't know how to respond to that so you don't, hoping that San won't say anything either and he doesn't, turning back fully to the front.

"We'll be there soon!" Hongjoong announces from the very font of the group and you swear you hear Yunho curse under his breath. Was your father that bad of a person or did they just not like him? But they couldn't possibly know him, could they? It grows silent once again and the only sound you hear is the crunch of the ground beneath the horses, branches snapping. It's beautiful out, you've never seen so many trees like this in your life, the sun making crystals on the leaves. Soon, you all are slowing down to a stop and you swear that your heart does the same. You peek over San's shoulder to see a small cabin in the distance hidden away by massive trees. It looks to be smaller than your cabin back at home and you can't help but notice that there isn't a horse nearby. Weird.

San gets off the horse following suit of the others and he fixes his shirt before turning to you and reaching his hands out. You blink at him once, twice before swinging your legs over and clasping your hands onto his, allowing him to pull you down from the horse and you except to land gracefully on your feet but your left foot moves a certain way and if San weren't there you would've fallen face first but he grips your hands tighter and moves to the right, allowing you to stumble against his chest.

"Jesus, Y/n you're afly at falling on your ass," San mutters and you cringe, your face warm with embarrassment and you don't know if it'd because you fell on him or the fact thay you're so close to him you can feel his breath fan against your face.

"San is getting a lil' close with Y/n, aye?" Yunho whistles to which you puff out your cheeks, pulling away from San who throws up a finger at the older male. You brush off the nonexistent dirt off your clothes and look around catching Wooyoung's eyes on you. His face is void of any emotion, his hands to his side and for just a moment you can see a sliver of a smile on his face but then it twinges into a frown and he looks away from you making your heart drop.

"Y/n, come on," San speaks up and you let your stare linger on Wooyoung for a moment longer before turning to San, nodding your head. He surprises you when he takes your hand in his and pulls you along. You don't have to look at Yunho to know that he has a smirk on his face. You all walk towards the cabin and the closer you get the faster your heart runs and you know that your palms are sweaty.

A few more steps and the door to the cabin was right in front of your face, taunting you to open it and face your father. But you can't, you're scared to and before you could swivel around and go back to the horse San grabs you and pushes you back to the door.

"It's fine, Y/n, open it," He whispers and that seems to be all the reassurance you need as you move forward and grab the handle of the door, turning it slowly and pushing it open. The first thing you see is a big rocking chair pushed to the side of the fireplace that sits in the middle of the room, a big fur blanket wrapped around the chair. The wood in the fireplace looks old and gray like it hadn't been used in a long time. In fact, you can clearly see dust wrap around the wood like a blanket. You can see a bow laying against the chair but no arrows.

You furrow your eyebrows and step inside, the floorboards creaking beneath your feet as you look around. It's completely silent in the cabin and you wonder if there's anyone in here at all. Did they lie to you? Before you could speak your concern you hear footsteps behind you and Hongjoong's voice.

"This is where your father used to stay," He says in a troubled voice,"Where we found him." Found him?

"Why...why was he here? How do you know this
place?" Hongjoong doesn't reply and wanders around the small area running his fingers along the wall and collecting dust on them, wiping them on his shirt.

"The comanche were never a real threat to us, more like a neutral stance with each other," He continues, his tone hard and clipped, "We even used to make deals with some of them." You stay silent watching the others pile in the cabin.

"In fact, I distinctly remember making a deal with your father one time, one that I guess he couldn't keep." Now you're confused, lost and you have nothing to say. Your father made a deal with them? Is that another reason why San bought me, because he already knew me?

"If he continued to keep his tribe away from us San would make sure nothing would happen to you or your mother back at home." You're sure your eyes are out of your head now. Your father did that? You don't know to feel ; sad that your father had left you or your mother or somewhat comforted that all eight of them had managed to make sure nothing happened to you and your mother. That's why San had helped you. But why was Mingi so against me coming with them?  But there's something that you still want to know, something that's been bothering you.

"What happened to him?" You ask and Hongjoong falters for a moment, glancing at the others but then looks back at you, a grim look on his face. You're scared of his answer but you want to know , no , you need to.

"We killed him."

[ i'm sorry this took so long omg ]