The rest of that day was mourning, just the other dawn when everything was back to normal.
Namhr is lying next to his father, some healers insist on being next to Fashr, so there is no danger of any relapse.
Mythro sits cross-legged on the end of the bed, he watches Fashr and Namhr.
From time to time Fashr wakes up and asks for water. Healers always call on one of the servants to fetch, and also new clothes, so that Fashr is not punished by his own sweat.
Eventually, Mythro gets out of Fashr's bed and room, he goes to the living room and sits on one of the chairs, next to him is a woman, a new servant, recently hired by Fashr, due to Josom's insistent requests.
- Hello. - The new servant then sits down next to Mythro and starts a conversation.
- Hi…
- Are you sad about the loss of Krima?
- Yes, a lot, and you?
- Well, I didn't know her very much, because I'm not from this village, but she seemed very loved by everyone, and also raised the girl Namhr very well. You can see her reflection in every home, a caring, and caring woman.
- Yes, Krima was very affectionate, most of all.
- Your name is Mythro, right?
- Yea.
- Mine is Mumin.
Mythro looks deeply into Mumin's eyes, inside of them, there is no apathy that she pronounces. There is only malice and disgust. As if you could see her blood running on the floor.
- Excuse me, Mumin, it was nice to meet you.
- Of course, you are very mature for someone your age, the way you look at people ... It's like you can see through them.
- Thanks.
Standing calmly so as not to arouse suspicion, Mythro leaves Fashr's house and starts walking the streets.
He sees some children playing, but he simply has no interest in getting in the middle of the game. Everything that happened yesterday still bothers you.
Josom said that he killed Krima since he set foot in the village, what did that mean?
While Mythro is thinking about all these things, someone comes running up to him with firewood on his shoulders.
This is one of the men who work in carpentry.
- Boy, one of our workers didn't come today, we need someone to help in the workshop, would you come with me?
- There is? Clear…
- Come with me.
Mythro then starts to follow him, he is surprised, the age to start being an apprentice anywhere was 12 years old, that's when you could start to understand everything the village was doing to get money and support. Being called so early was rare, only those with the greatest potential could have this kind of honor.
Working for the benefit of everyone in the village is honorable, as those who work share, everyone's burdens and responsibilities. As Mythro came from outside, although he was brought in by Namhr and Fashr, many still do not accept him. Even more after rumors of him being a Markho.
They follow the paths to the carpentry workshop, it is a small place, most of them work outside the building, which is more used to store everything that is done.
- Sir, what am I going to do to help?
- You go over there, where they are nailing the cradle.
Mythro then proceeds to the place that the man indicates.
- Hello, I was told to come and help here due to someone missing.
- Ah yes. Come.
The man who hammered the small cradle is recognized by Mythro, he is one of those who lives walking with Josom.
The little cradle was almost ready. It was only necessary to nail the fastening parts of the box in which the baby would lie.
- Go around, hold the board flat. I'm going to nail her to the box.
Mythro then goes around and picks up a flat board that was leaning against a table, where several tools were waiting to be used.
He takes it to where it was indicated to stay and holds the board pressed the box. The man on the other side takes a hammer and a large nail.
Facing the size of the nail, Mythro finds it unreal that the nail should be for the cradle, but does not give voice to his doubt, since he doesn't know anything about carpentry, maybe it was just his imagination.
Then the man places the nail quickly in the part where the flat board and the cradle box meet and with a strong hammer the nail sinks, and hits Mythro in the hand.
Without even warning, the nail crosses Mythro's hand and blood begins to drain. Mythro screams in pain
- Oops, he slipped.
Mythro struggles to get his hand off the board, he puts his other hand on top of the one that was nailed and pulls it three times until it comes out. Despair plagues him completely, he has never felt anything so intense in his life.
When his hand comes out of the nail, even more blood is made. Mythro's small hand has a huge hole.
- Hi, what is this noise? Is there an animal dying here? Maybe a half-human?
More men start to appear, they bring some wood and hammers, they approach and each one of them hits! Each blow makes a crack, the crack of bones breaking! Mythro goes to the ground like a broken stick, tears are seen all over his body, his chest is dug and his hands are distorted with half his fingers.
- The tools are slippery today.
"They are going to kill me!"
- Mythro!
In the background, a familiar voice screams, it's Namhr!
- Namhr ... - Mythro's voice is weak, several bones in his body have broken, the internal bleeding is intense, blood comes out like water from his mouth.
Namhr runs to try to help Mythro, due to the distance, she can only see him fallen, and the gray tones of the sky from the abyss hide the true red color that stains him, but before she gets close enough, two hands reach behind her and pull it up.
- Why, Miss Namhr, where were you going? The men are working.
- Fumin, let me go, Mythro is down, he must have been hurt!
It was Mumin, the new servant at Fashr's house!
- Carpentry is dangerous, but I'm sure he is fine, let's go back, okay?
Without caring about Namhr's screams and requests, Mumin takes her back to Fashr's house. Mythro looks at his sister squirming in Mumin's lap and simply loses all hope.
"Am I going to die here? So? For hammers and firewood? "
As Mythro's entire consciousness fades, a noise echoes in his mind, and right after an image, the image of a river.
"That sound ... a river? You are… calling me… "- The image in his mind prevents him from totally losing his consciousness.
Mythro then starts to crawl, he moves away, as slow as a turtle in the direction of the sound.
- Moving with these injuries… Tch! He must really be a half-human.
- He's not going towards Fashr's house, there's no reason to stop him, let him die outside the village! Maybe it will become wolf food and no one will miss it.
Mythro continues to crawl, blood making a line behind him. One leg pulling the other, every time he touches the floor with an exposed fractured leg, blood spits out from the muscles.
The men ignore the little boy who follows, bleeding, with exposed bones, as if it were something that can be seen and ignored normally. They go back to their duties as if nothing had happened. From the carpenters' building, a person walks away, with a serious face, but with a satisfied look. It's Josom.
Hours pass until the day becomes night, and on this night, the cold of the abyss attacks its residents with great violence. In one of the houses, some men talk and drink near a fireplace.
- Josom! My dear, we did it! We took the half-human out of our village!
- All a toast to Josom!
Everyone raises their glasses and toasts, Josom is sitting with a woman beside him, they are the closest to the fireplace, this indicates that both have the highest status in this meeting.
Josom gets up, and takes the woman beside him by the hand, if Mythro were here he could recognize her without a doubt ... it was Mumin!
- Remember, my dear, everything that happened yesterday, and a few hours ago it was thanks to Mrs. Fumin, who came from outside the village to warn us about the danger of the Markho!
- A toast to Mrs. Fumin!
- Hooooe!
All the men again toast their glasses and then sit still, waiting for words from the last one.
- I hope to be well accepted by everyone, as a citizen from outside the abyss, I know the real danger of the Markho, you can see that it has nothing to do with the humans of the north because it does not have the marks of our method of cultivation. And also because there is no human clan with golden eyes in the whole continent, whether from the north or any other cardinal point.
- We got rid of a great danger Mrs. Mumin, thank you!
- Yes, I would hate for someone else to die because of a half-human spy.
The men comment on what they heard about the Markho, the atrocities, and rumors. It is said that many of them massacre villages, rape women and children without distinction and hang the heads of men, young adults, and the elderly on spears in the central courtyard of every village or village butchered. Many are not even found and no one knows whether they have simply been devoured completely, or kidnapped to satisfy others for the long term.
- The important thing to remember is that Fashr must not know that. The Namhr girl has been looking for the boy all day, we must prevent her from going out for a few days until we are sure that she will not find her half-eaten body in the forest.
All men wave.
- Now ... - Mumin then starts to remove the ties from her robe and soon gets naked in front of everyone. - Let's go to what interests us most, my faithful fighters!
All the men drop their glasses on the floor and start taking off their clothes. Josom, the closest, is the first to get naked, he goes behind Mumin and begins to kiss her, he leans over Mighty's fine body, without marks or scars, a beautiful shade of white skin, long blond hair, and pink lips, full and beautiful breasts. Josom breathes hard, his eyes radiate many feelings. Horny, anxiety, despair, fear, and selfishness.
Josom was just a man who chopped wood, the women in the village are poorly nourished, they can barely grow breasts. And because they have a life of hard work, women were always hurt, making their skin cracked and dry by the intense cold, even more undesirable.
So for him, at this moment, being with a woman so beautiful that he will make his dreams come true, is simply something he would kill, and be killed, without even measuring the weight or consequences of his actions.
- After Mrs. Krima, I never thought we could fuck such a beautiful woman. - One of the men comments.
The other men approach, Josom puts Fumin on the ground, she accepts the other men in the way that her body can, they are satiated in it ... In the same intensity as Josom.
- Remember, do not comment that I was the one who sent you to kill Krima. Even among you, this matter must be vetoed, you must understand that walls have ears ... And after all, you also took advantage of it, right? So remember, all of this was so that we could make the whole village better. So that we could get rid of the half-human and so that I can be the next lady in the village. - Mumin speaks while she licks the gland of one of the men.
- Yes, we won't say anything.
- Nothing, nothing! Now, come over here ...
That house was the nest of pleasure for many, and death, betrayal, and vileness for others.