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The return - Part 6

‘You're back, Ẹnítán,’ she whispered as he knelt on the azure tapestry, his heart warmed to hear his name spoken in the manner of the ancients. He bowed his head in respect, so as not to impose his gaze.

‘You don't need to bow before me. If anyone should bow their head here, it would be me. Tell me, old friend, what news do you bring? Have you found a purpose for your wanderings?’

He raised his head to look at the girl, barely out of childhood, covered in veils and fabrics the colours of the sea. A century had passed since their last meeting, and yet she had not changed. Omi still appeared as a young girl, like the rest of her village.

‘They're back, Màmá Omi. They were right there, just a few strokes away, and I could have reached them, but...’ Emotion overwhelmed him, making it difficult to speak. He wanted to say so much, but words were too small to describe the conflict that was eating away at him. With a trembling chin, the massive man raised his tear-filled eyes to his friend. ‘I have come to claim my freedom. I cannot bear this chain that binds me to the earth for another second.’

Tim van Riel

Guilty!

By Nauyaco