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The Time of the Wall Part 3

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Amon saw that tiny tears rolled over her small cheeks. This touched him somehow and he sat down to be less intimidating. He sighed deeply. The Posta and the injuries still gave a hard time to him. „Calm down, I will not break... or kill you. Or whatever."
What did he do there?... he talked to a Tigo. He really had to be nuts. He laid his head on the edge of the table to calm down a little more. „I'll do nothing to you. I am just curious. Who has built you? Are you a prototype or something like that? Are you valuable?"

The distance which ruled between them now and his appeasing words calmed her somehow. She got a little quieter and now answered to him in a more careful tone: "I was not built... I was  born in the moonlight, like many other Tigo. I  d-do not know why you think I am a toy. I am alive... like you... and w-what are you actually?", she asked nervously.

„Me? I am a Grodi. And to be honest I never saw anything like you. And how should Tigo be born? I do not know what you think, Tigo are. To me they are toys for small girls, exactly in your size. But they can neither talk  nor walk. Are you really certain about being no toy?", asked Amon in a calm, quieter tone which still had a lot of curiosity in it.

A Grodi? Olina had the feeling that she had heard this word before... or read. But she could not remember, where or when exactly. "I am very much sure that I am no toy," she said seriously and felt the pain in her elbow again. She pulled up the sleeve of her orange working shirt and saw that her arm was green and blue. She looked over to the curious face again. "Do you see this? I do not think that dolls get bruises.", she stated and showed him her arm.

„Mmh..., well... eeeeehhhhm... yes... I dont think so, too..., however, W-where do you come from? Is there more of your kind?", asked the Grodi disbelievingly „Oh, do you need medical help... or something like that?". It was easy to see how confused he was... this was too much for him... The thoughts reeled in his head... "Now I got went nuts." he said to himself and focused the small being once more.

Olina noticed that the  giant... or Grodi....  was quite confused. Probably he thought she was a hallucination. Till present, however, she had gone through too much, so she couldn't think that this all was just an imagination.
"I come from Vimne, a small town near the big wall... of course on the other side. There are actually quite a lot of Tigo... two billions or so. And er... don't worry about my arm. I'll take care of it myself...", she said and laid her hand briefly on the bruises. After she had murmured a few words, the bruise disappeared slowly. "I think, the bulwark was built for good reason...", she said finally.

„Two billions...", repeated Amon disbelievingly... "I thought everything beyond the wall was contaminated..." Only then he realized what the small one did with her arm. And suddenly he remembered his own pain.
In the hospital the treatment would cost more than he could afford. So this Tigo's appearing would be very convenient. He pushed his confusion and surprise aside and started to grin smugly and came slowly closer with his face:  „So you are living being... so you will get hungry sometime, right?" he asked roguishly.

Olina did not like his grin at all. He seemed to plan something. "Where we live nothing is contaminated. We were always told that the embankment should detain tidal waves of the sea..., well, I could never believe in it anyhow.", she explained
"To be honest I already am a little hungry, but this can be solved quite fast, if you bring  me back. Then I can go eat comfortably in the canteen.", she said. Anyhow she had to try to get back home again and until now this Grodi seemed to be the only way to get there.

„Ahem.... let's say... I should not go there for some days..., nevertheless, I can offer you some food..., however, you can see that I'm not very wealthy... so we should make a deal... and then I'll bring you back home as soon as possible." said the Grodi with a nearly crude grin.

Olina looked at him distrustfully. "What do you mean by a deal? What could I offer to you? And why can't you... oh wait. Do you have anything to do with that big crack in the Wall?", she said, once again a little too impolitely.

„Ahem... do I?... I have crashed into it with my motorcycle. Ordinarily nothing bad would happen, but my motorcycle had some rather illegal improvements. So one could say that I really have a lot to do with it.
Now to our small deal: I could give you food and take care of your return, if you use your magic ,or whatever it is, to cure my arm. I hurt myself pretty much yesterday." Amon said quietly.
Now he thought about how he could obtian her trust surreptitiously : „Actually, what is your name, small Tigo lady?" asked Amon, trying to ponder to her.

Olina crossed her arms before her chest and looked at him with a twitched eyebrow. This guy had to think that she was not only very small, but also very stupid. So she was stuck with a crazy  motorcycle kink and maybe he was even a criminal. But she hardly had another choice, than to agree with this deal. How else should she get out of here otherwise?
"I am Olina Mengia. I do not know whether I can cure your arm at one time. Big wounds need a big amount of strength and energy. If you show me the injury, I maybe could estimate it better... er...how should I call you anyway?", she said, still with a not so delighted face.

„My humble name is Amon. Amon Wodni. I make an apprenticeship and live here with my younger sister Sema and my moth..." he started to stutter... his looks contorted... To him it occurred again, why he had taken the Posta in the first place and why he drove like a daredevil yesterday. He caught himself again and further told: „Pardon... and my mother, who is not here. So, what about the deal?"

Olina looked at him confused when he briefly paused in his speech. There seemed to be something that he did not want to tell. But, actually, this could make no difference to her, right? At least, she would stay here not too long.
"Well, Amon. I agree. You give me a place to stay and food and bring me home and I'll cure your arm. But it could need a few attempts, until it is healed totally. At least, I am no healer, but only a worker.. at least until I have enough money for the art college again...", she said and stretched out  her hand to seal the agreement.

He smiled contented. Everything seemed to work out as he wanted to. First he would let Olina cure his wounds, and then he would sell her.
He would certainly get a lot a lot money because of her size and healing abilities. And who knows, maybe he could bring even more of these small practical, living Tigo from over here. Or he could go to their place and rule over them. His grin became broader and broader. „It is an hornor to make this deal with you, Olina". He passed his pinky to her and they shook hands. „Okay, now I will fulfill my part of the agreement: What would you like to have to eat?", he said quietly with the same grin.

Now she was completely sure that she did not like his grin. He seemed to have something in his mind what she would not like.
But what he did not know, was that she still had some abilities he did not know of. Apparently the Grodi did not know a lot about magic, and this would be the trump for her, if she would get into any trouble. However, for the time being she would play along, so that he would not become suspicious. "I do not know what  Grodi eat, but I would be quite contented with some bread, or a piece of meat.", she said and smiled as innocently as possible.

Amon grinned back „Nothing seems to anticipate her... wonderful.", he thought. „Of course ,with pleasure.", said Amon and went to the fridge. When he opened it, several moldy and not even recognizable food waited for him.
He rummaged a little and found one more piece of sausage which still looked quite okay. And even one, though rather hard, piece of bread he could find. He went back to Olina and gave her the sausage and the bread which were nearly as big as her. „So Olina, here is your food. I am rather poor, so do not expect so much. While you eat you can tell me about the 2 billions other living Tigo and the outside world." he said curiously.

Olina looked at the food a little bit distrustfully. Though she was not very wealthy herself, but, nevertheless, mostly she could afford fresh food. But she was thoughtful enough not to complain and sat down before the oversized food.
She plucked herself a fist-size piece from the sausage and bit in. It did not taste as badly as she would have expected. "Thank you very much", she said between two bites. "There is not a lot to tell about us Tigo. We mostly live in small towns. There is, actually, only one really big town, but it is located rather far away, I have never been there. We are actually rather peaceful. The last war  was already more than 60 years ago. We all belong to one nation, but only half of us was born under the Red Moon.", she said and tried to chew  the bread, but, nevertheless, it was a little bit too hard for her.

„Under the Red Moon?" asked Amon. "What does this mean?"... He observed her further, but his arm hurt more and more. Slowly sweat  came to his forehead and he had problems to grin further.
The Posta must have disappeared  from his body completely and now, he felt the pain in his arm even if he didn't move it. His grin became more and more artificially „Please go on." ,he said with a slightly shaking voice.

Olina looked at him a little worried. He was white like a sheet and trembled. He looked not good. Quickly she jumped up and left the food. "I think, you need help fist. Go! Show me the arm!" she said a little strictly and with a track of concern in her voice. Even if she did not trust him completely yet, she could not allow that he broke down or even died here. At least, he was her ticket to home.

Slowly he took off his shirt. The pain which hammered in his head nearly made him fall  unconscious. And then he saw what was wrong. The bone was broken and stood out of the sking quite far. The whole arm was blue, almost black. He had not expected this. But this was the Posta. It was no natural alcohol, that was too expensive for him and only few Grodi could afford it. It was a tranquilizer and painkiller which was produced cheap and industrially and tasted like alcohol. „Damned Posta.", he thought again. The arm pulsated.

Olina saw the arm and had to pull herself together to not to throw up. She really asked herself how he could have taken the pain  all the time. "B-by the Red Moon, this looks bad.", she stuttered and  with reluctance  she walked pu to the wrecked arm. It really demanded everything of her  to touch the wound, but it was simply necessary. "Now try to hold as still as possible.", she admonished him and started to concentrate. "Elir koun ngan ris tiaso mel ken koun." she murmured, and felt how the curative magic of her hands went over into his arm.

As the small Tigo began with her treatment the pain became intolerable. Amons face contorted in a dreadful grimace and tears ran down his cheeks while he made a loud groan. „Must this hurt so much?", he asked distorted with pain.

"S-sorry. But with fractures it is often very painful....", she said, obviously concentrated. Luckily she had already been rather well in magic  at school , otherwise she would certainly not have had the strength to cure such a big wound.
She was exhausted a lot, but she wanted to bring the bone back to its actual position, before she stopped. Her legs became rather ramshackle. "Man. This must improve the bonus points on my good-action-list.", she thought and felt, finally how the bone returned in its natural position again. Then all went black.

The pain became  and less and less, until it completely disappeared. Slowly Amon's face relaxed again and he dared to look at his arm. It was completely healed! „Hey! Thanks a l..." his voice faltered. The small thing, which maybe had saved his life had fainted.
With concerned look he looked at her, however, how could see how the small chest rose and fell. „Phew, lucky you." he thought „Hey, that's the perfect moment to lock her up and sell her!." He stared at Olina again. „Actually, it would be a pity to sell her." he thought briefly. „Oh nonsense! I need the money." Amon took his backpack and mended a few cushions into it. Then he put the unconscious girl in it.
Just as he wanted to close his backpack, doubts came to him, actually, it is not very nice to be sold.... And, at least, she had helped him very much. "Well". Amon said to himself „I will keep her till tomorrow , but then I'll really sell her." He took the small girl from the backpack, mended the cushions into an empty drawer and put her down in it softly. Then he lay down on the couch again and activated the tele-screen. It did not take a long until he dozed off again.
here is part three!
I still have a lol-flash because of this translator-tool. Sometimes it is just too hilaroius what it makes out of my sentences XD

Okay, some character- development here.

Hope you like it!

Part 1: [link]
Part 2:[link]
Part 3 : You're here
Part 4:[link]
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PoolofFadedMemories's avatar
O___O He had BETTER not sell her... *grabs bat* or else...
(this story is pretty good so far btw :meow:)