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behaviors. To her interested to know that end had made the other inhabitants of the village, those to which her more held, and nient'altro!

  Helen was on the wood bridge that connected his/her house to that of the neighbors. You/he/she had sat on the aces that composed the floor, the dangling legs in the void, the chin supported on one of the ropes that supported the structure. It was immovable, as spellbound there, absorbed in who knows what reflections. Sabrina observed him and smiled; the attitude that had at that time resembled so much to what often had from child, when him imbambolava to fix the things. That was the propitious moment to draw near to her. You/he/she had succeeded in convincing Saint not to follow her/it. If the friend had also seen him that for her only a stranger represented, you/he/she would never be entrusted. With an amazing agility Sabrina took the staircases that brought on the bridge and in a flash the friend it reached to the shoulders, silent as a cat.

  "Since child you have always been extremely reflexive. You were always absorbed in your thoughts."

  Despite Sabrina it put the whole possible sweetness in his/her words, that sudden voice to the shoulders made to start Helen, that turned him of release.

  "Who six? Sabrina? Oh God, does thing do us here?"

  The surprise that painted him on the face of Helen seemed for an instant dictated by the joy, but later he withdrew immediately. Sabrina read the suspicion in the eyes of the friend and remained terrorizes of it.

  "Excuse, didn't want to frighten you. And that I don't understand what it is happening here, and the only person that I have seen and of which trust me six you."

  Sabrina hated the tone with which it uttered those words, that stammering and that stupid uncertainty in his/her voice you/they could make to think extremely about one insincerity of his. It immediately tried to correct the draught.

  "I know that we have not spoken there for years, but I and you know each other from when we are children and you know that I could not harm you. Then I pray you, stop to look her/it at me in that way and explain me thing you/he/she is happening."

  The lips of Helen shook on the thread of the indecision among the choice to shout help and that to talk to Sabrina. This last had the eyes aimed at her, but in reality what saw it was the nothing. It had the retinas misted by the claustrophobic feeling to feel a clandestine in the place where you/he/she had been born and grown. The voice of Helen wound him violently, shaking her/it from the blinding forgetfulness that had abducted her. But, in controtendenza to the feeling that had seized the nerves of Sabrina, the voice of the friend was weak and kind.

  "Sabrina, I have always loved you, but I don't succeed in trusting you anymore. Here ugly things are said on your account. You/they have found under the statue of the demon that has attached us and it has the same face of your father to your bed. I pray you, tell me that it is not your work or that you have carved her after having seen him/it the first time. Tell me him!"

  The spirit of Helen had remained that of when it was a docile and genuine child. He/she didn't succeed in accepting the fact that could exist the evil among the people with which was grown, rather, with the arrival of the monster it was the first time that discovered that in the world, from some part, the evil existed really and you/he/she could come into contact with its life. Hearing those words, Sabrina again staggered. Truth struck her/it in full face, destroying her of hit the whole genuine childhood that still resided in its look. He/she sketched a bitter smile and him it went to sit beside his/her friend affectionately embracing her/it. Helen didn't withdraw him from the embrace, it tightened more rather in turn still the body of Sabrina. Few narrow instants in that embrace the atavistic friendship that tied the two girls heated. Sabrina bursted to cry.

  "I don't know him/it what it is happening, that figurine I have carved her last year. I had become angry as with my father. For the first time you/he/she had appeared a great deal severe with me and me that I had accustomed to have her all defeated ones with him, aiming at the fact that loved me immensely, I remained so badly there that my anger I reproduced for him in that stupid figurine. For me, in that instant, my father was the devil. I don't remember more even the motive for our quarrel, you/he/she had surely been because of a trifle that then I have immediately forgotten, also forgetting me of that accursed figurine. Under to my bed it is full of figurines, more or less results. Who has never more him noticed that representation of demon! Had seen her, would have destroyed her, I swear! I don't know as everything this is possible."

  Sabrina confessed all this embraced to the friend in the most total desperation. Its tears had drenched the suit of Helen that, despite it was frightened from that revelation, nevertheless it tried in all the ways to console its friend of infancy. Then of hit Helen removed him from the friend.

  "Sabrina, cannot stay here. If you are the cause of all these calamities, I don't forgive you. Even if you are not conscious of it, the evil is developed inside of you. Here to the village everybody already thinks that the cause of everything exclusively originates from you and you you have just given confirmation of it. You are a witch and you must pay for what you have done."

  Sabrina tried to reapproach him to the friend.

  "Helen, swears you that I have not done anything, there is the zampino of somebody else."

  Helen if it immediately removed her/it of back.

  "Not to touch me! For the stupendous memory that I have some friend that I had from child, I grant you to escape. I give you five minutes, then I will tell the people of the village to have I escort here you in the parts while you were spying there."

  "But because? Is becoming all crazy ones! Rather than to witness united the danger.

  Helen interrupted her/it.

  "Have changed conceives, don't even deserve yourself five minutes!"

  Thanks to his/her position of advantage, raising being already himself/herself/itself, it gave a kick in full facing the friend sat that he/she hardly succeeded in holding him to the rope not to fall down.

  "Aiut.

  The attempt to shout of Helen had immediately started keeping silent from Saint that, hidden in the obscurity, the girl seized covering her mouth. You turned to Sabrina.

  "Sabrina, bushels well? Do you make her/it to lift you?"

  The expression of dismay on the face of Sabrina immediately turned him into a corruccio.

  "That stupid!"

  It got up and it planted in the stomach of the ex friend, stopped by Saint a violent fist. Helen started to mugugnare suffocated by the hand of Saint and warm tears they ruled her the face.

  The two went to hide in the forest bringing himself/herself/itself behind the unexpected prisoner.

  XXIX

  It was the dawn. The sun shamelessly rose, chasing away again in the Hades its ancient lover moon. The unlucky persons' bodies camped in the forest revived him, caressed by the vitality of the benefits rays but the clarity that it shone through around the surrounding landscape it reflected in their minds the shiny vision of the precariousness in which their lives concerned.

  The to be made?

  Shortly time they spontaneously assembled him all around Ivo, waiting himself/herself/itself from him those comforting words and clairvoyants that Prometeo would have pronounced to his/her place. Ivo, however, had in head her them same confusion, that dissipated every hope drowning her/it in the dark lake of the discouragement. What guilt did it have of it him? You/he/she had simply performed the last dispositions of Prometeo and now he realized, perhaps for the first time, not to have any ability of initiative not to have at all the cloth of the head. It was a good group leader, you/he/she had always known how to impart to his/her men the dispositions rained him by the tall one, from the steadiness of his/her head and his/her trusted friend, Prometeo.

  But now its mouth witnessed dry its confident companions that attended the next movement that would have opened a small opening in their future. Never as at that time you/he/she had hated so much his/her enormous tonnage that didn't give him some possi
bility to hide, to mix to becoming unknown. It was then that Dafne imposed him on him with his/her words, for the second time. It drew near him while he estranged from the camp to sit apart, to the feet of a stately pine. To the beginning she didn't say anything, leaving that its perfume of woman conquered around the air. Then, with a lot of naturalness and intimacy, it whispered him:

  "My darling, is bogged in the incapability to decide the to make. Not do fear, are a great deal a common thing the men and it are for this that Mother Nature has created us women. We are that cricket speaking secret that moves all of your strength and your tenacity."

  Ivo tried to look her/it on the wrong side, but in that situation it was too demolished for. Dafne continued.

  "Not to close you in the pride, is alone here, me and you. I will give you my opinion, then you will decide what to do. You immediately have to create some expectations through a plan that must perfectly seem organized and clear in your head, this is the secret of the leader. Also in the moments of dark, it sacrifices him for the others. It shows determination and conviction in the justness of every disposition of his, so the others trust him and reassure him leaving to him the whole burden of the worry for the future. He/she sends a team to spy the village, while here you will be organizing a real camp. It already formulates possible future