subordinate reason, the 16-year-old did not hold it against him. But the pictures of how they were slain, with Maclights, the blood came out of their wounds and they closed their eyes behind his back and left him alone for ever, that he would probably never be able to erase from his memory.

The movement of this thing in his mother's arms is almost unbelievable.Monks with whom he had spoken about this called this a trauma caused by this incident. That's why Kai had never thought of this part of his memories again until just when this girl's cry appeared. He had already forgotten or suppressed it much more.

Kai was still crouched on the floor, propped up on his hands and knees. He was breathing hastily and heavily. His chest swayed up and down. Slowly but surely he was recovering. The excursion into his memories was happily over. He was glad it was over. He wiped his forehead briefly with his arm and tried to look deeper into the dark alleys.

When several screams of the same kind followed. A brief flash of lightning flashed Kai's thoughts, the bundle appeared. But this time the 16-year-old didn't succumb to his ideas. He pulled himself up quickly and sprinted off, always following the voice.

The screams got louder, so he knew he was getting close to the girl.Kai rushed nimble and agile through the winding slums, followed by the lightning-like images of the actually forgotten bundle.

When he suddenly turned into a Saggasse, in which at the end a girl was standing around her, several figures.



What's up with this bundle?

Who is that girl and why is she screaming?

You might find out in the next part.

So write a lot of clerks! (I also like criticism)

HEAGSMDL * Sen Jinka *