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“You are my savior, I’ll tell you
everything, just don’t let him touch me again, it’s too much
pain, too much pain”, she said lowering herself even more clenching
at his robe.
Sahel’s other self looked away with a
taste of disgust in his mouth. Brownie had just sacrificed herself
“Lock him up in his room” the
priest said. “I’ll take care of this one first.”
Sahel woke up on the ground of a
forest, it was cold and it seemed to be the middle of the night, it
was dark and the air was humid and filled with a heavy perfume of
pine. He passed his hand in his heavy long hair and removed some of
the pine needles entangled in it. As his other self stood up, Sahel
closed his eyes, trying to see what had happened to the other
Brownie, to his other self but all he could remember was fear and
pain, deep in his flesh. He opened his eyes again. He was running as
if trying to escape something. He wondered how he could go from
sleeping on the forest ground to running like that as if his life was
depending on it. He was breathing heavily. Once again he was human,
human and weak as if he hadn’t eaten anything for days. He ran
straight in front of him, jmping on the roots of the trees turning
around their trunks, pushing the branches and twigs. He was in a
hurry. As his other self ran, Sahel remembered his memory and his
knowledge, all of it. Something terrible had happened, the girls,
they were in the glare, they were doing what they always did, they
were happy but the ugly man had arrived and he had taken them away.
he stopped suddenly in front of a hut, it was a very small house made
of stones and wood pieces, it seemed a miracle for it to be standing.
The roof was also made of branches and dried leafs and reeds. There
was some light going out from the window. Sahel’s other self took a
very deep breath and ran toward the house, he pushed the door
violently making the roof shake, some of the leafs felt on the floor.
An old grandmother was knitting, sitting near the fire on the top of
which a heavy black cauldron was boiling a sweet smelling green soup.