A/N: Greetings everyone. I have been an avid fan of Akatsuki No Yona (manga) since 2016, read so many fanfics and watched the fantastic anime to quench my thirst of it (literally). But never have I ever thought of doing a fanfic version of this until now. And this is the reason for my renewed interest in writing since 2016. Therefore, I present you my first fic of ANY - Need Not Know. This will be a Hak x OC x Yona x Dragons as usual, which is told from the OC point of view. I am doing this as a side project alongwith Soulmates so that my spark won't die. So hopefully you will see it (the chapters) often. I hope you all will like.Feedbacks are much appreciated. So enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I don't owe anything.

Need Not Known

1.

I was five when I lost everything.

The moment it took me to even grasp the fact that yes, a small village of Earth Tribe is under attack - it was already too late.

The sliced open throat of my neighboring grandma; the trampled bodies under the hordes of bypassing horses, and the unending screams.

I saw it all. With my shivering heart and trembling body.

("P-papa, Ma... do you know where is my papa and ma, uncle?" I asked, my trembling hand pulling lightly at a sleeve of a soldier.

A soldier, who turned and sneered at me. With those eyes of a burning coal of hatered.

He didn't answer.

Or if being thrashed by a backhand was one, nobody commented on it.)

There was a rumor. Rumor that said the ongoing war is too close to home. Far too close for comfort.

Ofcourse, being an Earth Tribe with renouned power, people doomed it safe. That only a stupid person would attack a strong tribe as us, they said.

Or so it was presumed.

So wrong. They were so wrong.

The aftermath was met with silence. In which the survivors hoped for some peace. Some justice.

The king gave them none.

2.

I was seven when I got into the main castle.

For a (lone) wanderer such as me - it was all about survival of the fittest.

Truthfully, I didn't mean to fall over the high wall which faced the garden, I was only aiming for the apple tree.

But it was the first time in my life out of many when I met King IL.

I was so shaken that I couldn't breath under his gaze. From where he stood on the platform leading up to the first hall, I honestly thought that I was gone for good.

But then he sternly (but kindly) said to do my best to come inside and get a first aid, his kind eyes so opposite to his harsh words. Where he proceed to lecture me on the safety of oneself as I got treated with medicine and then food.

("Where you are from?" he asked sternly.

I couldn't look up at him, so with a head bowed beside the food table, I replied back, "Earth tribe." I congratulated myself for not stuttering. However, the tremors of my body could not be tamed no matter how hard I try.

"Where is your family?"

It was a difficult one to answer. But I somehow managed to say, "I am on my own, your highness."

Please don't kill me too. I thought desperately as a long silence followed. The lump in my throat returning. I am so sorry.

"Did you eat?"

I blinked at the sudden change of question. Was this a test? I wondered warily.

So I nodded quickly, trying to placate him and thinking of a way to get out without possibly aggravating him further. It was bad enough that I was scavenging food on his troop. I scolded myself internally for being so foolish. But then again, I had never met the King face to face.

He chuckled (shocking me further) when my stomach growled so loud in protest it echoed through the room.

"Look at me," he said, and I finally find the courage to do so. When I met his gaze, he smiled. "Don't be afraid, relax and stay for a while, hm?" he looked at me expectantly for a nod.

But I started apologizing.

"I truly apologize for perusing your garden without your permission! Please, punish me as you deem fit–"

But he cut it off with a hand, "you are safe here to peruse the garden anytime." He smiled as I stared at him. "Kouka welcomes you to stay here, my child." His eyes softening with a kind smile so warm I felt its warmth thawing the ice in my heart.)

It was also the first time after that incident when I truly cried.

3.

I was just a month away from being eight when I got officially adopted as a member of the Wind tribe.

Not by official tradition per se, since the respected General Mundok only just saw me helping in the garden on one of his outings, and that was that.

I didn't even know about it to be honest. Not even when I was summoned to the main quarters of the King's Il room.

But when King Il dropped the bomb, so to speak, I didn't know whether I wanted to hug somebody or weep.

"It's not every day General Mundok took an instant liking to anyone." He smiles, flipping through the papers before he beckoned me over. "But I can see why. Though I will be sad to see you go – he told me he is happy to receive his next granddaughter at your convenience."

I felt dazed with unstable emotion running through me. I wanted to scream with joy but be numb with sadness. I wanted to do that all and more but not knowing where to start.

But instead, I bowed politely and exited the room to prepare my journey to the Wind Tribe. Figuring with time I will learn to deal with them.

A hope was born, just like a tiny flame of warmth in a dark, stormy room.

Maybe not enough.

But an act of a reminder that the weather will pass soon.