Tuesday 24 October 2023


THE HISTORY OF NINDE

     I want to tell you the story of Ninde Dragon, a splendid girl I met in a village in the north, the first thing I saw as soon as I arrived at the port was little Ninde, her exotic appearance, a mixture of light and dark skin , she did not hide her origins, certainly from the South, perhaps Shendi, but her roots certainly inherited from distant relatives of black skin, her body very sinuous and with accentuated curves, not very tall but with everything in the right place, her brown hair with highlights clear and her greenish and very deep eyes with a honey green in the center, she was not very tall, she could have been 1.65 tall at a guess, with a weight that must not exceed 60-65 kilos, her build however very athletic, with legs muscular, someone who walks a lot, she is very intelligent. she knows how to behave with visitors and is in control if she speaks fluently. and she presents things like a strategist, even if she sometimes gives away her distrust of strangers.
  She welcomed visitors in the name of her owner, she intrigued me a lot and I asked him to tell me about her life, she was a little hesitant at first, she doesn't have a very open and talkative character but my question intrigued her and she tells me that has a particular story of her own written by her in her free moments secretly from her master, and that he would be happy to give it to me so that I can publish it in the newspaper..

I will meet him at the tavern when she has finished her work, and she will bring her scrolls for me.

I start reading her story...... ''she Comes from Schendi, born in the Mamba tribe. She was the daughter of Ninde Naihjara Hjara and an apparently free man whose name we do not know, who according to her mother had Nordic features (big blond hair almost Alvin, pale skin and blue eyes) but she had never seen nor remember meeting.
She remembers a stormy past and only in flashes, of short phrases, screams and moans typical of hatred. That was the night that broke her stability, which she believes made her grow up and stop being a girl to transform in the process of becoming a strong woman, the mamba invasion of her village, seeing it burned, full of dead and losing his mother. above all., she generated great trauma and she filled a lot of time in her heart with pain, resentment, anger, anger and importance. That night she saw her mother die and she as her successor and she remembers with fire her last words of her that she shouted "Run, Run, Nindina"

   At the same time she said "my daughter will kill you all and she will eat dinner on your skulls".
She was hard to suddenly feel alone, young, helpless and have so much darkness inside her, she stayed hidden in the forests for 1 year, hunting alone and talking to animals, plants and trees. In this period of his lonely life, he killed every man he could with his daggers behind the weeds, turning his back on him, and his mother's last words always resonated in his mind and for this reason, with resentment, he tore off his collarbones from back to front and then cut off his head and kicked the ground contemptuously. On some moons she also fed on the human flesh of those she had destroyed, to rejoice in it, as a ritual to the moon and in honor of her mother.

After a year she felt she was going crazy and began to forget many of the knowledge her mother had taught her when she was little: medicine, writing and languages, good manners and dancing, so she began to outline her plan: To enter as a stupid girl and weak in a big city, to one day take revenge on those men who had destroyed his family. Soon she was enslaved and continued in the shadows to plot her revenge, but everything changed her plans when after 6 months: she met Mariash, her sister and together they shared stories for a while and she began to acquire and leave second his most beautiful things slowly. she starts out instinctive and wild, becoming more delicate and following her sister's advice to survive. 

 

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