2nd part

SIGFRID AVRO STORY

PART 2

it was not without difficulty that the young blond that I was began a new page in his life, in the company of this Taharian couple, who had just taken him into their family, in order to take care of him, while he had just been abandoned.

Obviously failing to know where the said sister was; and after having made several salt stands in various neighboring cities and oases, they decided to return to the deepest Tahari, to Klima.

However, the ordeals that the child had undergone made him quickly fall ill. It appeared that his health was slightly weakened by all the events that he had experienced recently, and although he was very happy and running everywhere, his big sparkling green eyes sometimes concealed an indescribable and languishing suffering.

Recurrently, he came back to him more and more often at night, with horrible visions of violence and battle, of people dying before his eyes, of open wounds, of screams and tears, he saw himself missing out on terrible battles. between a warrior in axes and to see one of the warriors, who nevertheless mistreated him, give his life for him, so that he could reach a back door.

Sometimes he saw her little hands covered in blood pressing his sister's wound and heard her scream when the life left her womb, in a boat that swayed with the current, sometimes not very merciful with the boat, the hugging him so tightly; while he trembles like a leaf from cold and hunger, helpless in the face of the injury and the deep suffering that his big sister was undergoing...

It was often that he woke up in his old age, in the middle of the night, screaming and starting to cry, so Youssou would come running to see him and sing him a Taharian lullaby so that he would go back to sleep, staying close to him. him to caress his cheek, while the little one was clearly traumatized.

Other times, it was his father who watched over him; late in the evening when he was feverish and bedridden, with anxiety attacks at the idea of ​​falling asleep, while he confided to her with his ailments and his childish words, in these moments of delirium due to the temperature rise... and that he described some of the torture and abuse they received. Then Spin comforted him with the gentle words of a loving father, and caresses on his face, telling him that all this was now behind him, that now no guard would cause him all his suffering and that he was in peace. security within the Palace and that his father was sleeping not far from his room.

Nearly ten years had passed and the child evolved over time, becoming familiar with the customs of the citizens, becoming the little darling of the friends of his new adopted family, receiving some candy, becoming the apprentice of the city physicist, so eager to learn how to save lives and treat them. All this, within a loving family, with whom he had such good times.

And I cherished those moments from the depths of my heart, because it made me someone patient, attentive, someone passionate and despite my naivety, someone sensitive. certainly, but someone who cherished and still cherishes the sense of family, loyalty and the importance of the power of love, of listening, for a people, for its community, to proudly learn the customs transmitted by speech.

It is in this context that the young blond would evolve over the years that passed. The darling of the city, he was becoming a young man, the teenager that I was, had this thirst to find his sister and by dint of questioning his caste of healer, he had heard of a blonde healer, who worked in another oasis, much further north, then inevitably piqued by his curiosity and his desire to find his origins, at the age of 16, he stupidly left the city without warning his parents, to try to reach the city of Kasra; without remembering that it was the city where he had once almost been kidnapped. Obviously he had forgotten this distant trauma, as well as the details of this city, due to his young age.

he left very early one morning, under the pretext of going to see the caravanners, with whom he got along very well. Sig was getting into one of the caravans, which was going to take him to the city of Tor and then to Kasra. When he arrived at the city of Tor, at the end of the morning... The young blond realized that this city already seemed to him a little familiar... without really knowing why.

But it was when he arrived in Kasra that he began to recognize certain alleys, but why? Sigfrid then tried to locate the building which served as a lazaret for the healers, coming to announce himself to one of them, as being the son of the Pasha of Klima, looking for a healer named Kassandra, his older sister. The healer tells himThat’s when this caregiver actually lived here!

Happy and full of enthusiasm, he moved away to the heart of the city, because his sister was not available at the time, because she was operating on a seriously injured person. To wait and find something to eat, he headed towards a small market...

But who did he meet? Do you feel the problems coming? It was in the worst of bad luck that a small group spotted him... This blondness so rare in the south of Gor, his limpid green eyes... We didn't come across teenagers like that in Kasra... .

A woman with tanned skin, covered in old fabrics with a sharp and sharp look hidden behind a veil, stared at him, then spoke to another... She walked away and the other woman made her way near the stalls, to suddenly approach the handsome blond in these terms: "well, but who do I see a handsome young man like that? Could you help me carry a big bag of sa-tarna seeds, into the alley, my my companion is away and I can't find a good soul to lend me a helping hand, would you be kind enough to accompany me?"

Obviously... yes, obviously... this young man was benevolent and happy with his good news, he agreed to help him. Oh it was a very good mistake, so they say: goodness will ruin us? She had pointed out an alley not far away, a little narrow, but Sig didn't see the harm in it. He goes deeper into the alley, without knowing that a trap is closing against him. The lady speaks to him politely, really warmly, because she is happy with his help. And then points out a house with a corridor on the side and when he enters between the shaded houses, the noose closes on him... In a few fractions of ihns, a heavy weight fell on his shoulders and there he is hooded. His reflex was to pivot and want to remove the hood, however he felt an armada of arms grab his torso, by the biceps, trapping his chest and at the moment he began to shout “What the hell are you doing. ..!!!" suddenly it's black, with a great pain above the neck.

The young apprentice healer collapses... Among these people? The woman with tanned skin... yes yes... She... you know very well who I'm talking about... And that women around Sig... talunas... But not just any which... The woman with tanned skin, will then say, turning him on his back and removing the hood, while he is unconscious "How we meet again my little angel... I knew that you would find one day the trace of your sister... I just had to wait for you... ahahahah..." She stood up and with a snap of her fingers, the women put a large hooded cape on him and hoisted him up, carrying him towards the river area, pretending as if one of them had been unwell, muttering that she needed water... And on the bank... boats...

And now Sigfrid regains consciousness, seeing furs and wood in front of him, a headache to boot, he goes to stand up and what? Her wrists are locked, her arms tense, her blood is in a loop, while she turns her face towards the sky, sitting on him, astride and half naked, THE taluna, that of her deepest nightmares !

The nanny said to him with a smile, between charm and cruelty "You know, I looked for you for a long time... I even thought I found your trace towards Korat! But no... It wasn't you but that of the shadow... your twin, oh I would have liked to keep him, but he was tougher than you He is truly your mirror, I didn't think he had survived his kidnapping by your father's detractors! , the day you were born...And here you are finally in my hands. Did you think you'd escape me? If you don't comply with my demands, I'm going to make sure your sister has a bad adventure. alley, in the evening, after work..." She gently caresses the curves of the body, her jaw then her torso, while it is tense, under the tensions of the horrors she was telling him.: HER! Worst plague! Darkosis seemed a better deliverance from this odious blackmail and then...

So what exactly was she talking about with this twin story? Kidnapped at birth?

It is with rage that the blonde retorts "What are you talking about! Old harpy! Where are you taking me?" Moving to make her capsize. But the woman's suppleness only made her undulate softly on him, sneering, she said to him "in a few hands, the three moons will be reunited... You wouldn't dare refuse my invitation to discover the life of my tribe all the same?" With this sadistic laugh to boot!

But where was she taking him? What were his evil and vengeful plans? Fear torments the blond's stomach... When he was so close to finding his sister and now bad luck came back...

Continued to the next part...