… i was cared for like last my mother cared for me. It was almost like a ritual. I was not allowed to eat myself, i was given food. My clothes were taken from me and i was bathed in hot water and cleaned with oils by the hands of strange but beautiful women of their kind. Warriors themselves as i later learned. …
… They might look like savages, like simple brutes, with their stature twice as tall and four times as muscular than me. Arms thicker than your legs. Hands larger than your head. But they were gentle, friendly, civilized creatures. They saved me, they had to be. I was told that one of them carried me in his arms as if i was an innocent child, for days and without rest all the way to their […]
… at first i thought they weren’t real. How could they be. I thought them to be trickery of my weakened mind, ghosts created by my wish to be relieved. But oh they were real….
This adventure starts as most of my adventures end: I was certain to die.