Inca-Mair knew she was sleeping, but it did not stop her from shivering. They were in the woods somewhere she did not identify, and her mother was unconscious, tied in to a huge tree trunk.
The place was dark, it was night and the moonlight did not reach the canopy of the trees, so high almost touched the sky.
Inca-Mair started rehearsing some steps towards her mother, but her feet got stuck to some kind of vine. Was this vine already there? How come I can only feel them now? She thought.
Her mother started waking up. The girl smiled in relief as she was still alive, but her mother's eyes widened as they met Inca-Mair´s.
— Run! It's] behind you! — she shouted, by spitting a thick mix of blood and saliva.
Inca-Mair turned as something hit her head. She felt the warm blood that gushed out of her head by the left side as the right side hit the floor, on some dry leaves. She turned her head trying to see who the aggressor was. But she could only perceive a blurred silhouette some meters ahead. Impossible to read the features of what hit her that way. She tried to get up, but felt weak, her arms folded and her face hit the ground again.
She could not understand. She did not know what that creature was, but she did know it was not human. By forcing her eyes she could see a red aura around it, and hands that were bigger than the human's regular size are. Beside that, it had paws for feet; hairy and black paws, with huge claws.
The creature started squatting towards Inca-Mair, and she could smell it's breath, it's morbid breath. It whispered into the gil's ears, hiding it's own face. Fearing what was to come, Inca-Mair closed and squeezed her eyes until it hurt.
— Listen to me, daughter of the Sun and the Moon. When you wake up, all I ask for is: bring me yous siblings. See, child, what will happen if you don't do what I say.
A strange force opened her eyes, by force, slowly, and she cried at the vision. The woods had turned into her tribe, but it was not as usual. There was fire everywhere and there were bodies. Bodies scattered, burnt, gutted, lifeless.
Laid down, too weak to stand up, she saw her siblings. Cauê was on the floor, still, while Ipê leaned over the brother's body. He's trying to revive him, she thought. The boy seemed to hear that and starting turning towards her, showing a sanguinary smile with red teeth as he was not trying to revive the brother; instead was eating his body, gobbling his flesh and drinking his blood.
Inca-Mair yelled, but her voice was gone. Ipê stood up and went for her, step after step, enjoying his walk. Once he was close to her, he leaned, the same way he did to gorge Cauê, but when he faced Inca-Mair eye to eye, she woke up in a scream. Last thing she saw would not haunt her for the rest of that day, but, for the rest of her life.