You are to continue escaping from this terrible place... Escape alone...

In an instant, memories of your friend flash through your head. Everything you did together. Your joint flights in the skies. Your travels. Your conversations about life. Your joint suffering. The help you sought to provide each other.

Mental images of all this are now just echoes of a former life.

That life that will never return.

Because your friend Ben is dead.

Now his lifeless, bloody body lies on the roof.

The **** of your friend Ben... The vile slaveowners were still able to kill him.

Your mind is shaken by the realization that you have lost the closest person in your life.

You let out a cry of sorrow.

Tears flow from your eyes. Tears are immediately picked up by the wind and carried away into the distance like rain.

The only answer you hear is gunshots.

You barely have time to make a quick turn.

The air currents are felt by your wings.

How long has it been since you felt such a wonderful thing as flying in the skies?

You've lost count - the days in slavery are merging into one amorphous disgusting mass.

You flap your wings with all your might, quickly moving away from this terrible city inhabited by cruel monsters, which, as if by some diabolical misunderstanding, look like humans.

Bullets fly near you, almost touching your body.

The thought is pulsating in my head: “What will happen to me if even one bullet hits the target?!” I will fall from a great height... My d e a t h will be inevitable..."

You are **** to make another evasive maneuver.

Fortunately, your speed and lack of marksmanship of your enemies help you successfully escape.

You only hear the retreating angry, discordant screams of the unlucky ****-overseers, saturated with hatred: “Stupid hen! You are just property! We will find you anyway! The power of the great city of Babili is an irresistible ****! We will bring you back and we will enslave all your relatives, you pathetic winged animal!”

You continue your flight.

The words are imprinted in your head.

This is like printing a hot brand on the skin of an animal.

Your thoughts: “The great city of Babili. The great city of Babili. The great city of slaveowners. A city of great pain and great f e a r... Babili... This is a word that names evil... This is a word that names the destruction of all that is good... Now I know the name of the enemy..."

The heaviness in your belly affects your flight.

Straining your strength, you try to fly as far as possible to the northeast.

Your tribe's settlement was located approximately in this direction.

Somewhere far away there is the top of a majestic mountain...

Windriders settlement at the top of the mountain. The settlement where you were free...

Your home…

For Ben, this place was also home. But now he will never return home. Ben died tragically. You couldn't save him.

Remorse, longing for your friend and nervous tension...

All this provokes your new sobs.

Streams of tears flow from your eyes.

Your strength is leaving you. How long have you been flying? Two hours? Or three hours?

Flying is getting more and more difficult. You flap your wings and begin to descend.

Before your eyes are the foothills of high mountains. This area is overgrown with trees and bushes.

You land carefully among the bushes.

The chirping of grasshoppers and the chirping of small birds.

The smell of forest herbs and moss.

You are lying among the bushes, trying to hide from potential pursuers.

Your hand strokes your stomach. Heaviness in the belly.

A piece of your dead friend Ben remains in your body.

Your task is to preserve this piece of life among the chaos of a cruel world.

However, now you need to rest...