21-03-2025, 11:35 PM
October 5599, Somewhere in Southeast Dovani
"Approach, child".
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Quivering, the 19-year-old approached the old woman, dressed in all black. She held a box on her open left hand, and a pin on the right; the pin, barely shining in the dim light of the dark room.
"Put your hand in the box", her whisper commanded.
He puffed his chest and stuck his hand into the box gently. She raised her right hand and stabbed his with the pin through an opening on the box, in such a swift move that the boy took 2 seconds to register what happened.
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He backed away, exclaiming in pain, holding his bloody hand. He stared at the woman, surprised, terrorised. She moved rapidly towards him, striking the pin on his neck. His eyes glazed, awestruck, his hand smacking the wound, to stop that horrible feeling of being emptied of life, to no avail.
She moved towards the door as the boy's body - the 3rd one in 61 years - hit the floor with a thud.
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Another disappointment; another failure; she had almost lost her patience, swearing breathlessly, casting a curse upon the world. For the lies, the abandonment, the betrayals; for their fake words and their useless actions.
They had to find the Nidahase Hande (Kotese: නිදහසේ හඬ, transl.: Voice of Freedom).
And spread the lies of freedom before they did.
"Approach, child".
Quivering, the 19-year-old approached the old woman, dressed in all black. She held a box on her open left hand, and a pin on the right; the pin, barely shining in the dim light of the dark room.
"Put your hand in the box", her whisper commanded.
He puffed his chest and stuck his hand into the box gently. She raised her right hand and stabbed his with the pin through an opening on the box, in such a swift move that the boy took 2 seconds to register what happened.
-
He backed away, exclaiming in pain, holding his bloody hand. He stared at the woman, surprised, terrorised. She moved rapidly towards him, striking the pin on his neck. His eyes glazed, awestruck, his hand smacking the wound, to stop that horrible feeling of being emptied of life, to no avail.
She moved towards the door as the boy's body - the 3rd one in 61 years - hit the floor with a thud.
-
Another disappointment; another failure; she had almost lost her patience, swearing breathlessly, casting a curse upon the world. For the lies, the abandonment, the betrayals; for their fake words and their useless actions.
They had to find the Nidahase Hande (Kotese: නිදහසේ හඬ, transl.: Voice of Freedom).
And spread the lies of freedom before they did.
The Banana
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