Wind brushed my face wildly. I opened my eyes, contracted my fists and..."Don't do it ! You can't be all you want to, Tarek, you can't be a god !" I turned my head and watched my brother in the rudest way I'd ever had. "You can't stop me Mehdi ! Don't come close to me ! Go away !" He shake his head. "No ! You don't understand, if you do it we are all condamned ! It's our past, Tarek, you can't bring everyone back in the mountains just because you want to live there. Every people has bad memories in this place." I looked at him, silent, then laugh. "Who has ? There weren't even babies in their mothers belly when everything arrived ! I know I must do it, I feel it. Now, get outa my way or I swear that brother or not I'll kill you." He shivered, hesitated, then took out his sword and face me. His eyes turned rude, and he didn't move. "No way. You kill me, or you don't pass.  -Then you're already dead !" I rose my weapon, and a peaked rock charged him. He jumped outa the way, send me a sharp squall. Not impressioned at all, I rose a wall from earth at my feet and threw stones at him. Occupated by avoiding them, he did not saw the earth raising at his ankles, imprisonning him as hi fell on the floor and sealed his hands too. He was now entirely powerless.Panicked, he watched me with fearful green eyes as I rose again my dirk above my head, and then closed his eyes while my fist fell on him and pierced his flesh between two ribs. Blood spurted on my face, and I stopped my earth bending. Mehid rolled over, on his knees, and put his hands on the wound. Sweating and panting, he weakly looked at me and fainted. Good riddance ! Grinning wildly, I put away my dirk in his case and walked away. He may die, but who cares ? I, anyway, didn't. If someone cares, then he will come for him and heal him. If not, well he'll have the evidence nobody loves him. I doubt of the fact.

All muscles tensed, I looked at the goat eating the thick grass in the valley. Smiling weakly, I softed my arc, pointed the arrow on the wild animal and release everything in the perfect way as the ear of the beast moved a centimetre. The weapon pierced the neck, and thick blood run along the tawny hairs. I walked on, stopped near the body and immersed my fingers and wrist deep inside the warm flesh, took off a piece of meat and put it at my lips. My teeth cut and shred the food, and gore flew in my throat like fire. Then, I drew war symbols on my face, arms, legs and torso as the wolf besides me began to howl. I had recently discovered that the barbarians whom destroyed my people progeny was wandering around in the old mountains, taking away all the precious objects they found in the ruins. They were profaning the land of my ancestors, thieves they were, damned ones. And to day, they will pay. Life was the price. If pure blood had soiled the earth hundreds years ago, then only impure blood could fix history. Their. My griffin stood at my right, my cougar at my left, and the wolf bound in the camp as a wild scream escaped my lips. The bugle had sounded. I jumped between the smugglers, cut a throat and a chest. Blood spattered at my skin, and begun a real mangling. Screams of horror were sounding everywhere around me, and I let the animal emerge from the inside. I heard someone say my name and howling to the others to run away quickly cause I will not make prisoners. I smiled, and turned my face to the young girl. She said she wasn't afraid of dying, but I saw fear in her eyes as I thrusted slowly my weapon inside of her heart and said "Give my hello to Satan." Blood came between her lips, and she collapsed as her sister was screaming in horror. I drew an arrow at her, and run after the five boys running away from the camp, hoping to stay alive. Poor souls... I heard your stories of the amusing, you thought, distress of my ancestors while yours were mangling massacring them, children as yours, wives and husbands and sons, daughters, sisters and brothers like you have. Funny eh ? The way everyone pay one day. I'll pay, some day. For the murders I would have done. But I'll have no regrets.
The first boy might be eight, or nine. He stumbled on a root, and his face became deformed while his eyes crossed mine. I drew two arrows at the older boys ahead, threw my dagger at the third and saw my grey wolf snatching the head from the body of the fourth. Then, I lowered my arc, and watched at the litlle boy. He has blond hair, deep green eyes and freckles everywhere on his cheeks and nose. He just wore old brown leather pants and goat-skin shoes. In a way, he looked like me when I was his age but he was a smuggler kid... So cute however. Trembling, and his beautiful eyes sparkling in tears.

"Ok you kid are coming with me. Don't ask why or I kill you too. Go on, on your feet. Quick !"

He looked at me in disbelief, then jumped on his feet and followed me between the rocks and trees. Far from us, the sun started to get out from the mountains silhouette. The boy took my arm, and came close to me. He didn't said a word. He did not cried out. And deep in my heart, I felt good to have someone with me.