8

From the inn, he went to the main street of Catrice, walked slowly and tried not to think about anything, peered into the faces of people. Some were funny, some focused. People were in a hurry somewhere or gathered in noisy companies. Katrice was the least like a place subject to the dark forces of Reeta. The darkness thickened only over him - with a prickly deadly cold it tore his heart, a dull tearing pain was given in a wounded shoulder.

"Soon," whispered the cool wind.

“Soon,” the leaves of the trees repeated after him. “Soon you will no longer be human. Go away, your place is in Reet...

Yarsi looked around in desperation, people did not pay attention to him, but the idea was already firmly entrenched in his mind that soon the only feeling for him would be human hatred. His essence was flooded with anger, he clenched his fists with fury, sniffed the air, pushing human sensations somewhere to the brink of perception. A heightened sense of smell singled out the smell of metal and le