New journey, new quest over, I take the path that will make me back home in my land. I have all the objects on me, and I find it increasingly difficult to advance. My path brings me to a strange country, where people seem kind. Everyone I meet, say hello. Finally, I think it’s a good morning. I think so by the nod of the head that accompanies a kind of greeting. But, I do not know the languages used. Besides, I seem to distinguish several languages, several dialects. Sometimes voices are guttural, and sometimes they are softer. And sometimes we also have the language I use. I did not know that tribes from different regions could live together. It gives me hope in the future of Gor. And the landscapes encountered are almost funny. A river crosses the country. Small paths are presented. Small bridges with tree trunks make it possible to cross river. A small house sits in the middle. Rocks provide shelter. At the docks, a boat awaits its future passengers. There is even a small sandy beach, hidden behind a waterfall, where you can rest. I decide to take advantage of this enchanting place to rest. And why not not rest behind this rock, with thickets that will eventually hide me. I approach slowly and I hear, then, cries. These are not the cries of an adult. These are the tears of anger of a newborn baby. And the closer I get to it, the more I feel that anger, the more I hear the screams. Arriving at the place I had chosen to rest, I discovered the child. He gesticulates on an old blanket, naked, hungry, lost. And I am too lost. Why not turn around and leave this little being here. But no, I can not. This child, alone, abandoned, will die. I can not leave him. I approach a little more and I reach out to the little … Before feeling a strong grip grab my arm and see the brightness of a blade threaten me.
– You touch him and you will die.
I see my assailant, or rather my assailant woman. A huntress stands behind me, ready to strike, to defend her child. I raise my arms, gently, to show that I am peaceful.
– I just wanted to come help the child. I do not want anything wrong. I promise.
– Yes … And you would have stolen or killed him, or you would have sold him to a slaver. I know you, all people of the continent. You have no morality. You prefer to hit in the back.
I turn very slowly, to face the huntress. She is pale. She seems tired. I see on her body, innumerable marks of past struggles. And I see, too, a nasty wound that continues to bleed. This woman wasted her last strength, fighting me. I know very well that I could get the upper hand and defeat it. She knows it too. But she continues to threaten me, trying to appear proud and arrogant, brave and fighting.
Always with my arms raised, I move away slowly. I grab my bow and put it on the ground as a sign of peace. The woman looks at me and nods. She lowers her weapon. This bravery has exhausted her. She drops to the ground. She stares at me and I see her face. I see her eyes and I understand. She will not spend the night. Her injury is too serious. She lost too much blood. She knows that the end is near and she seems disoriented. Still a little arrogance …
– If you want to kill me, do this now and kill my child too. May we join the Gods together. I can not give him up. In any case, he will not survive.
I shake my head.
– I want help you and give you bandage to heal you … I will not kill anyone. Finally, not today. I can look at your injury and see if I can cure you.
She gives me a weak smile and discovers the tunic that hides her side. The injury is worse than I thought. She has no chance of survival.
– So you intend to heal that how? With incantations? With prayers? With your good intentions? Come on, we must finish, You slaughter us both, and you will have the glory of having killed a First Bow, the best First Bow of the continent, The First Bow of ZIMA.
I sigh, disillusioned.
– I do not want to cover myself with glory by killing people. It seems to me that the glory is a thing too ephemeral to desire to obtain it without making a fair fight. I will not kill you, neither you, nor your child.
She looks at me and moans.
– So, leave me here, but save my child. He must live to learn revenge. But before thinking of a possible revenge, he must grow up and become strong. He must know how to handle weapons and contain his anger.
She looks at the blanket where the child continues to whine.
– And there is job to make him learn, learn to contain his anger.
She fixes me and whispers
– Promise me to save him. Promise him, for me, for him, for you.
Her gaze became supplicating. There is no more arrogance. Just resignation. And suddenly, she grabs his dagger and throws it in my direction. The blade is flush with my head and I hear a thud and a grunt. A man has just fallen. He wanted to hit me and the huntress did not give him the time. He will not kill anyone now. And the huntress, she does not move anymore. She just made the last effort. Her breath becomes inaudible. Her eyes are closed. I go up to her and whisper in her ear.
– I promise you. Your little one will be safe.
I do not know if she heard. She is not breathing anymore. I feel her pulse. The heart does not beat anymore. She is already gone. Just a shadow memory.
I take the child in my arms, to calm him down. The child is tired, screaming and crying. He has become calm again, as if he had just understood that his life would be now, without his mother. He falls asleep in my arms and I rock him. I feel tears sting my eyes. The little being fell asleep. I put him on the blanket. Then I turn to the huntress. I grab her arms and drag her to the small beach. I cover her body with pebbles, earth and sand, to make her a burial. And I place on this tomb of fortune, which will represent the most this person: green tips to defend and keep hope, red for the blood she poured, for the blood she lost, and a symbol of love, that love that she offered to her child, until her last breath. I come back to the child. He is always there, little being resting. I take him in my arms and I approach to a house. I see smoke, proof that people live there. I put the child on the threshold of the house, well protected by the blanket. I knock and I’m going to hide. A woman opens. She sees the child. She seems frozen. Then, she smiles and takes the child in her arms. She rocks him. The little one will have a mother. He will not have his mom. But, at least, he will be safe and protected. If this woman had not done the right thing, one of my arrows would have pierced her. She understood that lives must be saved instead of destroyed. My bow is of no use to me. I put it on my shoulder and I put the arrow in the quiver.
(The object to be discovered is the one that was placed on Jasmine’s grave, note the name of the object with the exact coordinates.)
Alone Shadow (aloneinshadow)