Pain 2

After a while, I regained part of my body, like before, it looked like a child's body with an adult's head.

I was still tied to the chair, but the chains that had bound me before were gone, and so my magical powers returned to my body.

I raised my small hands to remove the gag from my mouth and tried to remove the strap that bound my head.

Perhaps thinking I was dead, they hadn't tied the strap very tightly, so after several attempts, I was able to free myself with my small hands.

I looked around, and the room looked exactly the same, except for the sharp tools that were now stained with blood, my blood. Everything looked the same as if nothing had happened in this eerily quiet room.

But this calm seemed suspicious. Where was Kayyan? Where was the big man? Had they left? Were they still here, hiding?

There was no sign of Kayyan or the big man.

I felt dizzy as I climbed down from the chair. This place seemed even crazier than I had imagined.

I crept forward cautiously, feeling the coldness of the floor beneath my bare feet. It wasn't just cold, it was an icy sting that pierced my bones, reminding me of a truth I had long forgotten. Each step felt like a rebirth for my muscles, which had come back to life after a long hibernation, or perhaps death.

I approached the bloodstained tools lying on the floor. I stretched out my fingertips and touched one of them hesitantly.

The liquid felt sticky and slightly warm. There was no doubt that it was my blood.

I walked toward the door and opened it with great difficulty. My small body stood in my way, but I pushed it aside using magic. My magic was weak and faint compared to when I was whole.

This had been proven earlier when Ferma cut off my head, the moment that separated me from my beloved Cleara and my desire to bless her and her good lover.

After opening the door, I entered a hallway. The hallway seemed dark and gloomy, eerily silent. There was no sign of anyone, no sound, no movement.

"Have they left?"

I muttered to myself, my voice barely a whisper in the dark hallway.

I had to know. I had to understand what had happened. I had to find out what they had done to my body after tearing it to pieces, and why they had done it. All this pain, all this madness, made me wonder: Was this a new chance to die, or the beginning of another madness? This crazy world would not leave me alone, and it seemed that I could not leave it either. I was stuck, suspended between existence and non-existence, walking a path with no end in sight.