CHAPTER 17.5: ERA
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The beginning of my life was joyful, but temporary.

My mother worked in a beautiful castle, I asked her the reason for resigning, my mother is beautiful, gentle and affectionate of the cat tribe with beautiful white hair.

She told me that, to give birth to me, I felt sad for her, I was only three years old when I asked them those questions.

A year passed, my mother had bruises when she returned from work, who knows where, she told me that she fell, the children in my neighborhood always avoided me and the girls hit me, but my mother's smile gave me a comfort that made me I will forget everything.
Three years stopped, my mother looked more down home every night, I was seven years old so I started looking for a way to earn money, but nobody wanted to hire me an illiterate who didn't even know numbers and especially a woman.

Once some adults said that they would give me money if I played with them. I foolishly agreed without knowing what they were talking about. My mother saw me and hit the men in the back.

That night I scold myself and hit, started repeating a sentence;
"Don't do stupid things and make the same mistake as me"

I asked her what they meant by 'Play', my mother told me what it means and I was disgusted and she also told me that when they finish they will sell me as a slave.

The days passed, every time we ate less my mother seemed that she could not stand it anymore and began to pray to the gods.

I do not understand my mother why she begs them, the gods do not exist, if they existed they would allow people who have not done anything wrong to be unhappy.

In the end my mother died, not from an illness or epidemic, she died at the hands of our own race, a group of men found us in an alley my mother and I were toys for them.

My mother fought with them leaving several of them out of action, but the leader was stronger than her and she didn't know how to contain my mother received a blow from him and her body was broken.

Everything bathed in blood from one moment to the next, I felt something inside me break, my sight turned red and tearful I didn't know if it was because of my mother's blood that had entered my eyes or for other things, my conscience was fading.

When I regained consciousness the men around us were dead and the leader was dismembered, but that didn't give a shit, I ran to my mother and found that she was alive but very weak.

My mother told me that the gods would take care of her that only she was going to sleep for a while, "Mom, I'm not that stupid, you know", my mother only replied with a dry laugh, she said never give my pride as a woman and take care of me in some way When I finally closed my eyes I started cursing the gods and everyone, my life in hell began.

Another four years passed, throughout that time I heard about heroes this, heroes that, heroes do not exist either.

I dedicated myself to stealing, hunting and asking for food, at first I was afraid to leave the city, but my hunger overcame the fear, when I asked to eat, people beat me.

I did not defend myself, the soldiers would simply arrest me, who does not have money or a house and is a woman.

One day as usual I would ask to eat and they would beat me and after that it was different, a younger girl that I know approached me.

She had white hair and eyes and she told me that she gave him in exchange for food and a life, I replied that I did not know what to give her and she replied:

"Don't worry, just give me your life and I'll take care of the rest"

His eyes only showed interest, but it was better than nothing, after accepting they gave me food and clothes, then we went to the guild where I found out that he was a 'Hero', we left the city and went into the forest where he made me his slave and I He told about the heroes and what they did to him, the first thing I thought was;

"The gods do not exist and neither do the heroes"

She put me to training and told me that my father was actually the King, right now he wanted to destroy that country, he taught me several things and we returned to the city after two weeks.

When we returned we found my father was scum, in the end Yami consoled me and after a few days we were sent to war, the war only lasted less than a week and we returned to the castle where a coup d'etat led by my older brother.

He claimed that if we knelt before the Humans they would forgive us, stupid.

The king began to hide behind me, where he gave me orders to protect him, which was the only thing I could do.

I killed my brother and his mother who supported him, in the end Yami tried to kill him, but I stopped her, the king flattered me and the next thing I did was bury my spear, I hated him, I thought he could be different, but I ended up being shit, I stabbed him Over and over I healed him when he was about to die and I repeated it to him that I was fed up.

The gods and heroes do not exist, however, the people that I appreciate if they exist and I want to be for them and protect them.
By the way, I still see that kiss in my dreams and every time I see Yami I can't help remembering it.

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I had another one, but my cruel sister takes my pc from me before I can translate it, goodbye T_T

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