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I got up and walked over to a corner of the room and watch Sol cover Lécus' wound with the thyme.
The battle outside grew louder as Luna, Claire and Margaret began quarrelling.
"He has gone crazy!" Began Luna
"Kwakwe takes time child!" Replied Claire
"But it cant heal the mind! He has gone kapoof no mind!"
"It actually sounds familiar" stated Margaret as they Luna and Claire's screams grew louder.
I crept to the door... Waiting for this lot is like waiting for the sun to stop burning
I opened the door gently and walked out into the chaos.
I searched for my machete, but alas, it wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Everywhere I look wolves biting jaguars as jaguars claw at the wolves... No side appears to be wining.
The gate is somewhat visible from here, but many battles wage before me...
Do I find another way to the hate? Or suffer many life threatening battles over to it?
Lécus' life hangs on this... And he didn't think twice before putting himself in danger.
I just hope I find something that can keep the fire burning for him... To boil the coyora leaves...
But what is kwakwe? Is it that liquid they gave me before?
What was in it? What was it?
But Lécus life is on a thread... And his fate lies within my hands

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