Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Christ 3

Actually, Krista has tried to approach Ken many times secretly since then. He never made it. The impression, as soon as Ken saw it, the young man understood how to keep a close eye on Krista.

    Krista trusted Ken Lunark that night. She becomes a dangerous girl, realizing the potential that Ken sees hidden within her. However, Krista makes a mistake, which is to continue to trust Ken, believing the myth that the young man himself has about him. It was the myth that brought Krista here, into the hot darkness, bobbing between life and death like the last leaf on the branch of autumn. Ken Lunark was ultimately just a young man and Krista had let the young man lead him to this fate.

   Krista can't even blame Ken. He allowed himself to be led because he did not know where to go. Heart is an arrow. Sixty million cairo, freedom, opportunity to go home. Krista said she wanted all of that. However, in the depths of his heart, he could not imagine going home to his parents. Can he tell his parents the truth? Will they understand everything he has done to survive, not just in Cerveny, but every day since then? Can he lean his head against his mother's lap and get sorry? What do they see when they look at it?

    Climb, Krista. But where should he go? What life awaits him after all the suffering he has endured? Backs grinning. Bloody hands. His leg muscles trembled, while his skin seemed to be about to peel off from his body. Each time he took a breath, black air stung his lungs. He couldn't take a deep breath. He could not even focus his gaze on the patch of gray sky above. Sweat continued to slide down his forehead and poked at his eyes. Suppose he gave up, he would give up representing them all-Tera and Reyn, Silva and his Barchen man, Ken. Krista can't give up. And cannot harm them all.

    The decision is no longer in your hands, Little Katsi, said the voice of Lady Lois lurking inside her head. How long have you held on to empty wishful thinking?

    Release, Krista. His father taught him to climb, to trust the rope, the swing, and finally, to trust his own skill, to believe even if he jumped, he would have reached across. Will his father wait there? Krista thought of her knives, hidden in the Septicaye-perhaps they would fall into the hands of another girl who dreamed of danger. Krista whispers the names of her knives: Naifi Jein, Naifi Bajan, Elfa, Sonya, Felis, Limp, were martyred even before turning 18. Release, Krista. Should he jump now or simply wait until his body gives up?

    Then Krista heard it, groaning softly, a soft gurgling that rhymed irregularly. Krista felt it on her cheeks and face. He heard hiss as the spatter hit the coal below. Rained out. Cool and reassuring. Krista turned her head back. He heard three-quarters of an hour clanging from somewhere, but he didn't care. She heard only the music as rain drops dissolved sweat and soot, Moontown coal smoke, makeup on Cerveny, and soaps, as the raindrops ran the burlap fibers in the mine and hardened the rubber on the sole of his miserable foot. The rain drops came like a blessing, even though he knew Ken must have said that it was just the weather.

    Krista has to move now, quickly, before the rocks get slippery and the rain becomes the enemy. He forced his muscles to stretch, his fingers to reach, and pulled himself up, resting on one leg, then another, again and again, muttering thanks to the Saints. The rhythm that was once gone led him now came to the surface, moving it around according to the names he whispered.

    However, even when Krista gave thanks, she knew that the rain was not enough. He wants storms, wind, heavy rain. He wanted natural disasters to hit Moontown brothels, tearing roofs and doors from their hinges apart. Krista wants the storm to stir the sea, scoop up slave merchant ships, smash its sails, and hurl the hulls mercilessly to the shore to smithereens. I want to call a storm like that, Krista thought. Sixty million cairo might be enough for that. Enough to buy your own ship - something small and ferocious, equipped with firearms. Something like him. He will hunt down the slave traders and buyers. They will learn that he is to be feared and they will know his name. Heart is an arrow. To get the goal right, it needs a goal. Krista clung to the wall, but after a long time without a handle, it was the concrete purpose she held tight and it was also the one that pushed her up.

    He's not Katsi or a spider or even a demon. She's Krista Censes and her future awaits at the top.