Chapter 1: True Evil

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On a warm spring day, the weather was sunny, birds were singing, children were playing, people were walking along and around, stables were driving, horse-drawn wagons with hay were sometimes meeting people, nothing seemed to portend trouble, it seemed that something was about to happen, but nothing happened, even the usual conflict between neighbors stopped on that day, everything was too utopian (Utopia) and seemed to be a paradise.
The boy stared into the distance and without understanding asked a single question to which there was probably no answer: "Why did it interest me so much? "
His familiar neighbor Brotka Vitalyev came up to the Boy and said: "Well, Antropius, do you still think so?
Antropius humbly turned to him and in a voice as cold as ice answered: "Well, hello, I haven't seen you since then, and still thinking, why?
Brotka Vitalyev was surprised at how quickly he had changed his voice and mood, because days earlier he had seen him as a cheerful cheerful and positive person, and decided to ask the following question:Something happened, he never came back?
Anthropius shed a tear and answered nothing.
Brotka, understanding him, decided to support him and after repeated attempts to tell him what had happened he failed....
Brotka sat next to his neighbor and they remained silent without making the slightest sound.
After a while, Antropius said: "You know I won't tell you anything, and even if you can talk to me, I still don't know anything...".
Brotka knew it, but as usual he pretended he didn't understand.
Anthropius said it and the village was attacked, at the same moment everyone panicked and hid wherever they could, only Anthropius and Brotka stayed to wait for justice, they had nothing to lose and if they were to die together.
An enemy warrior came up to them and swung at their hearts, Anthropius and Brotko were saved by a local who saw them running away, but lost a lot of time due to panic.
They were quickly escorted to safety and when the enemy left, they were told off at the knees.
Anthropy and Brotko had stopped liking this life years ago, they had thought of an escape plan many times, but each time they were caught and reprimanded, and this time they decided to come up with a new plan, only to find out that it would be the last attempt in their history, possibly fatal, but maybe not the last....
The next day after the siege of their domain and defense, everyone was rebuilding: buildings, farms, experience gained by their ancestors, some were trying to study or prove the tables, one of them was
one of them was Herodotus: easy-going guy, free man, reformer, modernizer, lives according to new principles, does not like outdated ones or those that forbid people to express themselves, sociable, intelligent, idler, loves laziness.
On that day Herodotus again passed the Alleys of blossoms in the marketplace and was as always amazed that they had not yet wilted, as well as their marvelous and enchanting smell: "Oh my God, they are so wonderful! And how do they still live? "Herodotus asked the seller of atem, who replied:I agree with the smell, but why are you so interested in the fact that they have not wilted?
Herodotus answered:Well, my friend! They live for a whole year! How do you do it?
Atiem replied:I take care with love and affection.
Herodotus, making an arrogant face and behaving as if by habit said: Look! Watch! Watch! Watch!
Artemus had long since had enough of this and said nothing.
Herodotus went on...
Passing the old streets long circled and lost again, Herodotus as always had a feeling that someone used to live here and they were terribly killed, but he did not exclude the option that all who lived on these streets once may be in the distant past may be in the present, about this no one tells anything he did not exclude that they could have been saved, and also every time passing by these streets he had a feeling that he is watched by the spirits of dead people and waiting for him at the hour to come ...
He walked through these horrible streets, which even legends and myths say add to the horror of the already dead streets,
He came to a clearing where he went out every day to be with himself, after the long and arduous journey.
After resting, Herodotus set out this time much farther than his usual boundaries, deciding to be bold, but after a couple of meters he noticed a desert that had never been on the map.
Studying the surroundings Herodotus realized that it was not a desert at all, it was a dead land.
Walking through the dead land he noticed many things: corpses of animals, people, unknown birds perhaps used in battle, elephants big.... What were heavy elephants, heavier than normal elephants, doing here? He thought, unnatural trunk and... Legs?
A mile later he noticed a former grip and realized that there had been a fight or some kind of struggle, but for what?
He saw a girl in the distance, she seemed beautiful and Mona's ideal: she was dressed in white, why? An herbalist? Or an enemy? He could not answer this question, the girl had seen him and thought he was an enemy and ran away. He followed her footsteps for hours and finally caught up with her.
Don't kill her! The girl begged him.
Herodotus, not understanding why she said so, answered: Who?
The girl took a closer look at him and realized that he was not a local, you will not find anyone like him dressed in the ancient Greek style, she said: Where are you from?
Herodotus without thinking long and without asking questions said: From Rome.
The girl was surprised at the answer because Rome has long been gone forty centuries, she hit Herodotus with a with such force that he fell unconscious.
The girl carried him to the nearest checkpoint, she explained the situation, the scientists gave Herodotus a sleep drink and studied him, then came to the conclusion: The Nora is open, we must be armed, because who knows what may come from it.
Find and secure the perimeter of the Nora! ordered the captain to the soldiers.
Having found the place of Nora and fully prepared for everything, they sent the girl who was carrying Herodotus to Nora, the girl's task was to make sure that no one knew about Nora and to kill anyone who knew about it without waiting for the order.

To be continued...

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