They made me carry weights beyond what I could handle, but not so much that I hurt myself, which I was very grateful for, however I couldn't falter or I was whipped on my back, where the marks were covered by my hair. Dealing with them made me understand little by little that anything I said to them would be taken as rebellion and I would receive more punishment for it... after many abuses I simply stopped talking... how is it possible that the hands of those humans are so different, I thought once while I was holding one of my neck to put on the horse's bridles…
My mind remembered those childish hands putting flowers in my hair, and doing my hair… you're very cute Trix… Trix smiles…. I heard his voice in the distance between his laughter
And he smiled...
From here the road to the capital is straight, where will we meet...
The men plan where to regroup on the map after they sold us three. My eyes went to the wagon where Felt and Tristan were locked up.
I would have wanted to say goodbye, but that way I would have been able to speak, my mouth was covered by the bridles and my hands tied to the cart that I was carrying as an offering to the king, demonstrating my strength.
And so I lost them on the horizon, never to see them again…
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