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<poem>
Qi-Quang is alone. Although very young, she likes to gather herself in this remote corner of the Jungle, far from the noise of the homins, lulled by a soft breeze on her mask.
A shiver runs through her suddenly; a cold wind has risen around her, an evil wind. But she remains serene. The superstitions of the Trykers cannot frighten her.
A fog rises from the Bark deafening the sounds and blurring the contours.
She closes her eyes, resuming her meditation.
A brush, like a fine lace that settles on her mask makes her jump and look around. But she only sees the beloved landscape, made distant by the fog.
"'''Ma-Duk loves me, he tests my concentration.'''"
She suddenly puts her hand to her mask: "Ouch!"
Something has scratched her, she can feel the mark on the smooth surface of her mask.
"'''Who's there??'''"
But her shout doesn't seem to get through the fog and nothing answers.
She tries to reason: "'''It is your fear that makes you imagine things! The Kamis are protecting you!'''"
But as she finishes saying these words, she feels a small tug on her frontal horn. She sweeps the air in front of her. The tug disappears.
"'''Show yourself!'''"
Still silence answers her.
The pull this time is more brutal and she brings both hands to her mask.
"'''No!!'''"
She leaps to her feet and charges forward, where it seems to her that the fog is less dense.
The calm returns and she slows down, looking for her breath.
The violence of the blow on her horn brings tears to her eyes. She feels as if her horn has been torn off. But no, her hands tell her otherwise.
Fear throws her into a frantic flight.
Finally, the fog disperses. In front of her, the sanctuary of Ma-Duk appears. She is saved.
She collapses in tears. Machinally, she brings her hand to her mask. The scratch has disappeared.
It was only her imagination.
She moves towards Chaoi to tell him her misadventure when her eyes are attracted by a movement at her feet.
Her mask horn rolls towards her as in a sob she palpates her mangled mask.
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-Qi-Quang is alone. Although very young, she likes to gather herself in this remote corner of the Jungle, far from the noise of the homins, lulled by a soft breeze on her mask.
+''Krill takes a bottle filled of byrh and stands up.''
-A shiver runs through her suddenly; a cold wind has risen around her, an evil wind. But she remains serene. The superstitions of the Trykers cannot frighten her.
+::"My story takes place just after the Great Swarming, in the area we now call the Grove of Confusion.
-A fog rises from the Bark deafening the sounds and blurring the contours.
+::The area was still largely unknown when... what was his name again? The father of what's-his-name? Toub...
-She closes her eyes, resuming her meditation.
+::Anyway. It was just after the time when the city of Yrkanis was founded... Oh yes. By Yrkanis' father. Logical."
-A brush, like a fine lace that settles on her mask makes her jump and look around. But she only sees the beloved landscape, made distant by the fog.
-"'''Ma-Duk loves me, he tests my concentration.'''"
+''Krill drinks a byhr.''
-She suddenly puts her hand to her mask: "Ouch!"
+::"What was I saying? Oh yes. There was a Matis named Velad, or Valad. He was very curious, and he explored the Forest on behalf of his king. Yrkanis' father...
-Something has scratched her, she can feel the mark on the smooth surface of her mask.
+::And so he was busy mapping the labyrinth north of the Grove of Confusion. And it wasn't easy. Even worse than today.
-"'''Who's there??'''"
+::There were nevertheless homins who had already settled there. It's faster to set up a camp than to found a city, right?
-But her shout doesn't seem to get through the fog and nothing answers.
+::And so one day Velad came across a camp somewhere in the Upper Grove. It wasn't a big camp. A few handfuls of homins and homines at the most... "
-She tries to reason: "'''It is your fear that makes you imagine things! The Kamis are protecting you!'''"
-But as she finishes saying these words, she feels a small tug on her frontal horn. She sweeps the air in front of her. The tug disappears.
+''Krill takes another sip of byrh.''
-"'''Show yourself!'''"
+::"... and there wasn't too much fun in their camp. It took Velad a little while to figure that out, by the way. But after a while, he finally realized. The whole camp was scared to death. He got them to talk a bit. And so they told him."
-Still silence answers her.
-The pull this time is more brutal and she brings both hands to her mask.
+''Krill finishes her bottle of byrh.''
-"'''No!!'''"
+::"They told him that every night a huge beast with red eyes was prowling around. That it was attacking and biting the homins, but not killing them. And that was the weirdest thing. Its victims were found unconscious in the morning, somewhere around the camp, with no memory of what had happened. But with the trace of the fangs in their flesh. Then they would weaken, slowly but surely, and eventually die."
-She leaps to her feet and charges forward, where it seems to her that the fog is less dense.
-The calm returns and she slows down, looking for her breath.
+''Krill reaches into her bag for a new bottle of byrh and takes a drink.''
-The violence of the blow on her horn brings tears to her eyes. She feels as if her horn has been torn off. But no, her hands tell her otherwise.
+::"At the time, the homins hadn't yet realized that the Powers could bring them back. Or the Powers were not systematically doing this yet.
-Fear throws her into a frantic flight.
+::But that wasn't the worst part. It was that the bodies, buried far from the camp, were disappearing. Not like us with the Powers. No. It was as if something had gouged the bark where they were laying, from underground, from the inside."
-Finally, the fog disperses. In front of her, the sanctuary of Ma-Duk appears. She is saved.
-She collapses in tears. Machinally, she brings her hand to her mask. The scratch has disappeared.
+''Krill pauses, and takes the opportunity to have a drink.''
-It was only her imagination.
+::"But Velad had seen many things, starting with the Great Swarming. He was not afraid. And so, as night fell, he took up his weapons and began to make rounds around the camp."
-She moves towards Chaoi to tell him her misadventure when her eyes are attracted by a movement at her feet.
-Her mask horn rolls towards her as in a sob she palpates her mangled mask.
+''Krill takes a big gulp of byrh and mutters to herself: ‘Stupid conceited Matis.’''
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