Chapter #4We aren't by: Unknown "I was six years old. When the barbarians came and ransacked my village. They killed everyone around me, my mother, my father, the neighbor children all of the towns adults and most of the children. They took eight of us myself, my little two year old sister Drehna, and six other girls from the village the oldest was the village drunks daughter, loosely speaking of course, she was 12 there was one younger than Drehna and everyone else fit some where between. Anyway they bound us and blind folded us and threw us over their shoulders. They didn't let us free until we got there. They fed us themselves, they guided us to take care of our needs, but other wise carried us except when they slept. They smelled terrible. 3494 years later I still remember their smell and the look of them. The look of those men, you're young so I do not hate you, but if you looked like them not even the power that binds me could keep me from killing you.
"Then we arrived in a city some where surrounded by sand on three sides and water on the fourth. We were carried through loud streets with strange sounds and brought to the house. They left us there, we weren't bound, we could hardly move from not moving for months. Then there was an old man, he's hazy in my mind, I'm not even sure man is the right term for it. He tried to be very kind to us, was actually. He let us rest, and bathe, and eat to our hearts content. We ran about on the beach much of the days and soaked in seeing. We loved seeing again after months of being blind. But there were things that were wrong. Mainly with Drehna and the other young ones. Drehna was having trouble learning to walk because of the journey and some of the other girls around her age were having trouble learning to talk. He said he had the solution, he did in fact. He took us into the house and into a cavern in the back. He guided us through long passage ways, not all at once one at a time as the need arose, and brought us to this deep cavern with a sudden cliff and beyond it something," she pauses here and gets a special look in her eye, a really wonderful look, "beautiful." I can hardly describe it, but it instilled in us healing, we understood hows and whats and a lot of whys, even a handful of whens.
"Every night beginning with the first after looking into It, we began to feel week though, our heads would be racked with pain like fire and electricity and drowning and stabbing, but He was prepared he had vessels for us 8 of them, lamps like the one you found me in. Every night we transformed ourselves into a form that could be in the lamp and every morning we left it and ran about in the world learning about the wonders we could perform. And then one morning I couldn't get out. The lamp was sealed and I was alone.
"So you're human, sort of?" you ask.
"I suppose I still am, yes."
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