Enya III

-What are we going to do with the girl? Although her mother was a harpy, the girl is not to blame, and I know that if we do not take care of her the members of the tribe will hurt her. -

"I think I'm going to let her live here," my father said.

-Here? With your children and with Enya? Your children are the ones who hate the priestess the most in the whole tribe

-They will understand, if she lives here we can monitor her and if the priestess truly appreciates her daughter, she will be a good means of negotiation. -

-I don't know ... I don't know how your children will take it, but if you think it's the right thing to do, I'll support your decision. -

- I'll take care of that, our main problem is that we are going to do without a priestess, did you talk to the other tribes? -

-I tried, but they are quite inflexible, they decided that we lost all our religious rights until we have a new one. -

-But ... we still have a saint, the only saint of the four villages. -

-I know ... and they know it too, but they say that the saint is very young and is not a priestess so she cannot fulfill the responsibilities of one, the only reason why they do not declare war on us is for the girl. -

-Everything is a complete disaster, if I had taken better care of her, if I had acted differently with the priestess, none of this would have happened ... - my father commented with a broken voice and holding his head.

- Arlem does not blame yourself, the only one who acted badly was the priestess and the whole tribe was not able to take care of our saint, what we have to think about is how we are going to live the next five years. -

After that I stopped listening, I went to my room and tried not to think about it. My father takes the blame for everything, but the real culprit for this situation is me, I was too arrogant, I thought that everyone was inferior to me for being from a modern world, I fell into the priestess's trap, and took my new brothers, twelve-year-old children in a situation of risk. All those people ... who starved to death ... were my fault. My hands are stained with his blood. I, my selfishness and my arrogance destroyed this tribe.