A month has passed.
I survived sohow. Not only did I manage to keep myself in one piece, but I kept my sanity as well. Of course, I had help.
The other earthlings—Imani, Caron, Dele the doctor and his apprentice—helped, exerting as much effort as they could spare for , but the big winner had been the mysterious woman who ca into my room and healed .
No, not because she had a nigh angelic look. Weirdly, I couldn't recall her exact exterior, but I was sure I would be able to recognise her if I saw her the second ti.
The mory of that night was still hazy, and the couple of weeks that passed hadn't made it any easier. It remained in my head like a fading dream. I wished it to be true, but no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find her.
Worse, with how delirious my situation was, I couldn't even rember all the words she had spoken to . But I was sure she wasn't a fignt of my imagination. My healed left wrist was proof of that.
Unfortunately, the evidence ended there.
It was as if she was playing hide and seek with . And I couldn't find her. As if she was a ghost.
I even asked Imani and the others if they have seen or know anyone of the description of the girl I t.
Of course, I said nothing about the mysterious woman healing my wrist with her magical power, even though she had the slave collar on her neck. The woman was probably hiding from most people and the slavers—which was already a red flag—I acted less of a dick and kept my mouth shut.
She had no reason to help , but she did, even showed her secret to heal . I couldn't betray soone like her.
I just wished she would stop playing hide and seek with . It wasn't even that much fun. Especially when I couldn't find her.
Unknowingly, I had grown an infatuation for that woman. As if she would co again and would save from this terrible world.
As if. . .
Quoting her, I shouldn't hope for an angel to arrive at my doorstep and help out of misery. Even though she did, helped out of my misery.
"Find peace of mind in this insanity," I mumbled, quoting her. "Only then I will be free. Only then I'll find her."
"What are you mumbling about?" Caron asked, wiping sweat from his face.
We were taking a break from mining. There were still a couple of hours left for the collection. Thankfully, both of us t the quota and hoped to earn so hand change with extra work.
Obviously, the slavers would never give honest wages for our labour. Well, only fools would give honest wages to slaves. This was just nothing but a ploy to make us work harder.
Well, we are doing it, knowing everything.
"Cam," I called the forr accountant, "when you know ditation is working for you?"
Caron lifted his head to shoot a look. "You still with the notion that ditation will make you wield magic?"
"Just give an answer if you know," I said with an annoying tone.
"Well, I'm not sure." the forr accountant humd in contemplation. "I guess you'll know it when you achieve sothing."
"What kind of fuck'd up answer is that?" I snorted. "It ain't like pissing in bed at night and waking up in the stink. ditation is sothing spiritual. How do I know if I achieved anything in that?"
Caron chuckled. "Your tone tells you have achieved nothing as of yet."
I shot him a glare. He did have a point that I couldn't deny.
I had been trying to ditate for a few hours every day, even though my body was painstakingly tired most of the ti after work. So far the only change I noticed was in my breathing.
It certainly had got better and helped trendously with my work. However, I was looking for sothing more spiritual.
Peace, to be exact.
"I'm surprised, though," Caron said. "I thought spirituality and ditation are things you're knowledgeable about."
"Not really," I answered. "I was put through a few ditative lessons when I was young, but I was too dumb to understand or even rember anything. Most of the ti, I fell asleep. It was at that ti my mum decided, it ain't for ."
How much I wish she had forced it on now!
"Then, my friend, you're in trouble if you want to wield magic power through ditations."
I winced. "It was five in the morning," I complained. "Anyway, you know nothing about it?"
"Unfortunately, no, I never had the privilege of being introduced to ditation," the forr accountant said. "I know a little yoga and breathing exercises, but nothing about enlightening oneself."
"I kind of hoped you'd know sothing. You being almost twice my age, you should have thrice of my experience in life."
Caron blinked, staring blankly at my face. "Twice your age?" he repeated, his expression a bit dark. "I'm only thirty-five."
Now it was my turn to be surprised. "Really?" I said, "I thought you just touched thirty or in the early thirties. You certainly kept your shape well."
"That I did. Wait." Caron frowned. "Gale, don't tell . If I'm twice your age, that will you a minor?"
"Nah, bloke, I'm a miner," I laughed, "for all that good it did us, you're one too."
Caron clicked his tongue, as he didn't appreciate my pun.
"As for your question, no, I'm not," I said. "I'm in my late teens, though."
"Eighteen or nineteen?"
"Will it change anything?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Probably not," the forr accountant said.
"Well, I had my birthday a couple of months ago, so, I'm pretty young to be slaving away my life." I sighed as I said that.
"Has anyone ever told you your ntality is a few years older than your age?"
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