The Time Of The Wall

[biali]

I thought about putting this in the fiction-thread fist, but since it actually is an RP, it should belong here ^^

This is probably one of the longest RP's in history and I already posted it on deviantart.com. But I think all people should get the chance to read it ^^

I did (and still do) this RP together with my best friend wolfpiet, so it is originally in german. If the translation is off in some parts, please do not hesitate to point it out, okay? ^^

And just to warn you: this is not a very cuddly and overall nice story. there may be some cussing (but very mild, I don't launch the f-bomb)
and violence (If there is much in one part, I'll warn you beforehand ).
But no worries, there are some funny and nice parts, too ^^

All female characters and Horin are played by me-
Alle male characters are written by WolfPiet


HOOOOKAY let's start this madness.

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The Time of the Wall


Interlude:

The planet Terna had always been bipartite in a certain way. Nobody could explain this exactly, why it was in such a way, but there never seemed to have given a time in which it had been different. Anyway, this division in two parts was very convenient for the two most intelligent races on Terna . In the eastern hemisphere lived the Grodi: very ambitious and progress-oriented people that had made a rapid technological development. They were extremely known for their sharp and logical mind which often lacked spirituality and inclined to a certain arrogance.
However, the western hemisphere lay in the hand of the Tigo: People that outwardly differed just in the physical size of the Grodi. They were just the height of their big neighbors ankles and struck by their remarkable colors of hair. They were oriented very spiritually and had developed impressive magic abilities in the course of their development, which the used to heal and to bring her agriculture to blossom.
The contact between both people was always very ambivalent and went through many very eventful phases.

Our story is playing at a time in which both people had isolated from each other after decades of conflicts. Moreover a gigantic wall which could be overcome neither by a Tigo, nor a Grodi was established between their areas. After several decades and aggressive denial politics on both sides, both people forgot each other and lived in uncertainty about what could be probably hidden behind the huge embankment.

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Not far from Vimne, a small Tigo town, there was the big gray bulwark which almost seemed to touch the sky.
Olina stood on a scaffold and smeared ,a little absently, sealing compound onto the slightly cracked concrete wall. Her long deep-blue hair dangled in a closely twisted plait down her back and shimmered in the still weak light of the morning sun.
Today she had gotten up very early to begin with the work. Since the earlier she could go again and turn the back to this unbeloved job. Because she was so early today, still nobody except to her was at the building site, so that she could not even break through her boredom with a chat. „I really ask myself for what all of this is good for? I mean this thing is so porous, this never stands firm to a wave.“, she grumbled and stared fiercely at the wall . But it was useless, she needed the money that she earned here very urgently.

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Amon drove fast... too fast! The thoughts shot in double speed thorough his head. Now his mother, too... and his education.
For one moment he stood up on his motorcycle and tried to take up the air flow into himself. He was intoxicated by the Posta that he had took only a few moments ago. „So much about optical enlightening.“, he thought fiercely. Nothing seemed to look really friendly.
Then his front wheel kicked.

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When Olina touched the wall to search it for other tears, she felt a strong vibration. „What is this?“

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„Damn, damned shit!“ shouted Amon as he bent over and saw that his front wheel had got caught in one of these strange tiny roads. However, he started to tug with all the strength on the handlebar but just couldn't get the machine under control... He shortly looked in front of him, only to find out with horror, that the small street led in the direction of the old embankment and ended in it.
Desperation came up in him: „No not my machine, too!“... However, it was too late... he took together all his courage and jumped off.
He hit hard on the ground and immediately an awful pain pulled through his arm while the machine hit the embankment with a loud CRASH!

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The vibration became stronger and stronger and brought the scaffold to tremble "By the red moon! What is this?" said Olina and clutched at the railing. Then an ear-deafening CRASH went through the embankment and threw her to the ground.

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„Ah... everything okay, everything okay, as long as ...“ WHAMMM!!, the coalescence regulator exploded.
„Damned tuning!“, he cursed, while he ducked away.

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For a short moment it was quiet and Olina opened the eyes sacredly, until the loudest BANG! which she had ever heard, brought the world around her to collapse. She was flung by the air and, besides, saw from the corner of the eye how a gigantic hole was resplendent in the Wall. Indeed, she did not perceive it really, because she was occupied too much by shouting from the depths of her lungs: "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH".
She was sure that this would be her end and closed the eyes in full panic . But then she hit rather rudely a strangely upholstered subsoil.

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Amon still lay at the spot where he landed very hard, and had a miraculous view at his burning and torn apart darling.
He tried to get up, but his arm hurt terribly. Moreover, something from over there seemed to have landed on his back. However, the alarm went loose... he knew what this meant... in the Grodi town Grodan it was forbidden to come closer than three meters to the wall... and his machine, or what was left of it, had become a part of the embankment. If they examined his blood and could prove that he drove under Posta influence, he would have been in very big problems... he took together all his strength and stood up slowly.

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It was a miracle that Olina had survived this flight. Her whole body hurt and her ears still rang from the loud bang. When she opened the eyes, she saw in some distance a fire blazing. She tried to stand up on the strange subsoil on which she had landed. It felt like... like leather. And suddenly the subsoil started to move, first slightly, and then more and more. And what had been ground, changed more and more into a vertical, leathery wall to which she could not hold on. She slid on and on down and tried to find somewhere to hold on, but it seemed in vain, until the leather changed in... into fabric. She could discover a ledge at which she clutched and shouted fearfully.
"Ahhh!"

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Amon had managed to stand up..., however, now something pinched him on the height of his back pocket. "W-Wait...", thought Amon „What was this? Was this a scream?“. He started to look around. Had he injured somebody? Together with the whole other criminal offenses this would have meant death sentence... He started to shout loudly „HELLO! IS ANYONE THERE? ARE YOU INJURED?!“... there was this irritating pinch again. He reached to the back to find out, what this was. He feared that he got a splinter.

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What ever she hung onto now, it suddenly started to move to the left and on the right and made it far from easy for her to hold on much longer. All at once she heard a terribly loud voice from above which also made the thing she clutched to vibrate. "What could possibly produce such a loud voice?", she asked herself. She could understand none of the words, because it sounded more like thunder than right words. Then she felt something touching her back, something big. It gave her the shivers, so that one of her hands freed itself off the ledge and she dangled even more helplessly from it.

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Amon reached to the back...
„This seems not to be a splinter“, he thought confused while he tried to grab what hung on his back pocket. It seemed to be a doll or something similar like that which obviously got stuck on his pocket „Sema, did you do this??“ he thought. Apparently his younger sister had put her Tigo once in his pocket. „The girl has only pranks on her mind.“, thought Amon, reached for the troublemaker and smiled a little „At least I can bribe her with this.“ He thought smugly grinning.

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Suddenly Olina was surrounded by gigantic leathery walls and felt how she was lifted upwards. She had trouble to suppress the nausea that was coming up. It felt as if she was it in a lot to quick lift... a lift which hardly left any air for breathing and squeezed her sides unpleasantly. "hnghh. W-what is this?", she said to herself and tried to struggle herself free from this strange thing.


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Finally, Amon had caught the Tigo. „Mmh... feels strange...so soft ... and warm... and moves somehow... maybe it is one of the new models, they should be constructed surely cleverly.“ In spite of the alarm that still reminded him of the fact that he had to get out of here, the curiosity got the better of him . He opened the hand... and on his palm sat the Tigo... “wait...“, he wondered „... the Tigo sits?“

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Suddenly her strange lift "opened" and Olina found herself seated on a skin-colored surface . She looked around, still a little bit dizzy in the head and still a little bit dull in the stomach. "Wait a minute... this looks like... like a hand", she thought and turned the look forwards. A wide surface mad of leather was there, it looked like... like a gigantic jacket. Her brain worked feverishly. "Wait, I sit on a gigantic hand, before me a gigantic jacket... then..." she had to use all of her courage to turn her look upwards , only to regret it. Above her loomed a gigantic head, one and a half times than herself. She really sat in the hand of a giant. "Oh damned, I must have hurt my head... very hard.", she said and stared disbelieving into the more than head-size eyes.

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Amon looked at the Tigo disbelievingly ... her chest rose and fell fast, its small eyes were opened wide, and seemed to wink and focus on him. He could feel which warmth it emitted and how it trembled. „Dang, clever fellows of the technology combine. Or is it the Posta?“ He asked himself. Actually, he wanted to put the Tigo into his backpack and disappear, however, this toy with the strange blue hair interested him. He lifted his other hand slowly and tried to touch this thing..., but the pain in his arm raised again and he sank on his knees.

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She stared at the gigantic eyes full of fear and started to tremble. She could not say exactly what expression lay in this face, but she assumed it was astonishment. With horror she saw him lifting his other hand and moving it up to her. She wanted to step back just when the gigantic body shook and slumped, what made her lose the balance and nearly made her fall down. Fortunately, she could grab the pinkie of the giant and dangled again several meters above the ground and tried to pull herself up again but it did not work. "No,no,no, NO!", she shouted.

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„Argh!“ groaned Amon... „I nearly forgot about that“. He looked back at his palm. The Tigo seemed to have disappeared. But then he saw it dangling on his small finger and seemed to be shouting. „This must be the Posta “, he thought.
Now he shut his hand around the small Tigo, which was winding in his imagination and started to look for his backpack. He could already hear the sirens of the Squad getting closer . He had to leave here as fast as possible, but he wanted to take this strange thing with him. Over there lay his backpack, luckily it was burnt only slightly. He opened it and before he he shoved this strange Tigo into the front bag, he looked at it once again and asked from affect: „Mmh..what kind of thing are you anyway?“


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Once more a gigantic hand shut around her ,which she nearly liked less than hanging over a deadly deep abyss. What did this giant plan to do with her? He would not certainly have to use a lot of strength to crush her. She felt his hectic movements which subsided suddenly and the hand opened once more. "Mmh..what kind of thing are you anyway", she heard him ask with his loud, but somehow young voice. Although it sounded more than he would ask this himself , she took all her courage and shouted, because she feared that, otherwise, he would not hear her:" I... I am no.... not a thing!"

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Amon froze, as the Tigo suddenly started to speak. His face approached the small thing which seemed to be, nevertheless, no Tigo. This went out the abilities of the technology combine. Disbelievingly he asked in the direction of the thing „What are you? Are you no Tigo?“

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Olina got a fright when the giant bent his head down to her and looked at him disbelievingly. "What are you? Are you no Tigo?", he asked. She was briefly perplexed. How did he know about her people? "Yes..., yes, I am a Tigo. W-what are you?", she dared to ask back and suddenly heard loud sirens.

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„Ahh... it is a Tigo... wonderful... it really is the Posta.“, said Amon. The sirens got closer and closer. He had no desire to spend more time with his Posta hallucination and put it roughly into his backpack which he put on his back immediately and started to run „What have I gotten myself into again?“, he thought and disappeared behind the next street bend, exactly at the moment as the Squad arrived at the accident side.

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Olina would have expected anything, but not the fact that he packed her again and threw her into the dark. She fell rather rudely on a ground made of fabric and bumped against something hard with her elbows . She could not recognize what it was, because it was pitch-dark. She felt how her strange new prison was lifted up with a jerk and started hopping up and down at regular intervals what made her bump into that strange thing several times. She needed some moments, before she could find a fold in the material to hold on, and not to be shaken thoroughly even more. "By the Red Moon, I will die...", she thought, while her elbow already stung with pain.


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Amon ran as fast he could, fortunately, the sixth district was an area where only a few Grodi lived. Earlier, much earlier this was a place where more than 16000 of his people lived and worked. However, then, nobody really knew why, everything had broke down. Actually, there was only one family who lived here which he knew, and this was his own. All the others had moved to the wealthier districts in which one could rely on electricity and water. But Amon's family was too poor, after his father had disappeared.
Finally, he had come to his block. The lift was once more defective and thus he had to run up the stairs to the ninth floor. As he reached his flat door, he did not pay much attention on what he could see from the window. Outside of his block was an old brown withered park which only offered shelter to some Fulas. He opened the door and stepped in the scanty furnished flat which was lighted by a bright unfriendly neon lamp. He threw the backpack rather rudely on the table and sank on the couch. Now his injuries and the Posta high became apparent and slowly he tilted to the side... before the consciousness completely left him, he noted that the zipper of his backpack slowly opened... with his last alert thought he thought: "Damnable Posta. No more Posta..." and fell asleep.

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Soon Olina was about to cry. This jostling was simply intolerable and soon she would really have no more strength to hold on. She cursed this monster of a giant, who treated her so terribly ... as if she was only a thing to him. Suddenly she felt her prison crash on a hard subsoil, which sent her flying again.
"Ah, damned!" she cursed. When she stood up again, she noticed that the movement was over. It was still dark... how could she get out of here? Suddenly it occurred to her that she still carried her tool belt on which had to be a flashlight . She felt for it and really found it! She switched on the light and looked around.
Beside her lay a big object, which looked like a gigantic penknife. Moreover, she recognized a gigantic zipper in front of her. "I am in a pocket?", she asked herself. She looked at the closer before her. She had to try to move it! The Tigo took together her last forces and pushed it aside.
First, she was blinded by the light which came from the outside. When her eyes again had got used to it, Olina squeezed herself through the opening she had created. Her feet touched a wooden subsoil. And now before herself she could see the giant how he lay snoring on a huge couch. She probably stood on a table...
She ran to the edge and looked down. It was definitively too high for jumping. She looked around and recognized a quite run down apartment. "Oh, what did I got into now?"
Olina nervously ran back an forth. How could she get out of here? Even if she managed to get of off this table, there was still a big, thick door which she could not open of course. Resigning she sat down cross-legged and leaned against the backpack. Now she knew, why this wall existed: To keep idiots like this one on the sofa away from her people.
She noted that he stank of alcohol and kept her nose closed. "Fantastic! I was kidnapped by a thoughtless and drunk giant. This day can't get even worse... really.“, she thought and closed her eyes for one moment. She felt how tired she really was, and dozed off.

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[biali]

here is the next part. It would be cool if you could tell us if you are interested in reading this ^^

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Part 2

The sun shone bright onto Amon's face. He had forgotten to close the blinds last night, Actually... he had forgotten very much of yesterday. Slowly he stood up. His whole body hurt. He could not decide at all what hurt most, until he tried to support himself on his arm. This brought to his mind again, what bullshit he did yesterday.
As soon he stood completely, his pain wreathing face began to relax. „Damned Posta. he thought and walked tiredly over to the kitchen unit on the opposite side of the couch. He fetched himself a bowl, some "Grodis choice" powder-breakfast flakes and trotted ,with a packet of milk in the other hand, to the table where his backpack lay . He sat down and started to eat. There he saw the Tigo leaning against it. "Oh yes,", he thought „I found it yesterday... damned Posta-flash“.
With relish chewing he observed the Tigo. Now nothing was special about it anymore, except it lifted and lowered the chest . "Technology combine" thought Amon and shrugged his shoulders. However, he was curious, and stretched out the hand to the small Tigo and nudged it slightly with his forefinger.

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Olina felt how something big pushed her and woke her up. She had not planned at all to fall asleep in the presence of this giant and, therefore, had got a big fright when she recognized that it had been his big forefinger which had torn her from her sleep. His big eyes stared at her curiously. Quick she got up and wanted to run away, however, bumped against the backpack which was still behind her. "Do not touch me, you idiot!" she shouted agitated and tried to shove his finger aside by hitting it.

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Amon twitched back so violently thus the chair tipped and he landed on the hard ground, followed the cornflakes. "Argh". He let out a loud groan. Quickly he heaved himself up and saw this small thing standing there. He had been called an idiot by many people, but never by a tiny girl like this one. Amon brought some more distance between him an this strange thing. This was much to awkward for him. He lifted his arm and pointed at the Tigo „What are you? Am I crazy? Argh!“

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Olina was surprised that her tiny blow made the giant reel back and bang on the ground with an immense noise . For a tiny moment she felt pity, but for what he had done to her until now, this seemed to be a fair punishment. She had trouble to hold back an abusive grin.
When he got up again, he still backed away from her. Was he afraid of her? "What are you? Am I crazy? Argh!", he asked, while he pointed with his gigantic finger at her. Apparently he seemed to be slow-witted... "As I already said, I am a Tigo. From the people of the Red Moon to be exact.", she said a little annoyed. If she had not supposed that he was afraid of her, she would probably not have spoken in such a bold manner.
"Whether you are crazy, I don't know..., however, I would say *sniff*, that you are drunk", she said when she perceived the strong alcohol smell again.

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Amon did not the like the way this -whatever it was- spoke up to him. Quickly he had collected himself again and moved towards the Tigo with a few quick steps. Before she could react he stooped down to her , until his nose nearly touched her small face. „Firstly: Tigo do not move, they are dead objects, toys. Secondly: No idea what this red moon should be. And thirdly: My fist has about the size of your whole body. And no matter who or what, nobody talks to me like this! understood? And now tell me the truth! Who or what are you?!“

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Olina got the shock of her life when he came so close to her that she could see every single skin pore on his nose. When she heard his threats, it made herself feel even smaller than she was already. She did not understand what he meant: Tigo... Objects... Toys? She trembled with fear and regretted her impoliteness from before deeply. "I-I... am very sorry... P-please do not hurt m-me, sir.", she stuttered and started to cry. "I- I do n-not want to die ."

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Amon saw that tiny tears rolled over her small cheeks. This touched him somehow and he sat down to be less intimidating. He sighed deeply. The Posta and the injuries still gave a hard time to him. „Calm down, I will not break... or kill you. Or whatever.“
What did he do there?... he talked to a Tigo. He really had to be nuts. He laid his head on the edge of the table to calm down a little more. „I'll do nothing to you. I am just curious. Who has built you? Are you a prototype or something like that? Are you valuable?“

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The distance which ruled between them now and his appeasing words calmed her somehow. She got a little quieter and now answered to him in a more careful tone: "I was not built... I was born in the moonlight, like many other Tigo. I d-do not know why you think I am a toy. I am alive... like you... and w-what are you actually?", she asked nervously.

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„Me? I am a Grodi. And to be honest I never saw anything like you. And how should Tigo be born? I do not know what you think, Tigo are. To me they are toys for small girls, exactly in your size. But they can neither talk nor walk. Are you really certain about being no toy?“, asked Amon in a calm, quieter tone which still had a lot of curiosity in it.

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A Grodi? Olina had the feeling that she had heard this word before... or read. But she could not remember, where or when exactly. "I am very much sure that I am no toy," she said seriously and felt the pain in her elbow again. She pulled up the sleeve of her orange working shirt and saw that her arm was green and blue. She looked over to the curious face again. "Do you see this? I do not think that dolls get bruises.", she stated and showed him her arm.

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„Mmh..., well... eeeeehhhhm... yes... I dont think so, too..., however, W-where do you come from? Is there more of your kind?“, asked the Grodi disbelievingly „Oh, do you need medical help... or something like that?". It was easy to see how confused he was... this was too much for him... The thoughts reeled in his head... “Now I got went nuts." he said to himself and focused the small being once more.

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Olina noticed that the giant... or Grodi.... was quite confused. Probably he thought she was a hallucination. Till present, however, she had gone through too much, so she couldn't think that this all was just an imagination.
"I come from Vimne, a small town near the big wall... of course on the other side. There are actually quite a lot of Tigo... two billions or so. And er... don't worry about my arm. I'll take care of it myself...", she said and laid her hand briefly on the bruises. After she had murmured a few words, the bruise disappeared slowly. "I think, the bulwark was built for good reason...", she said finally.

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„Two billions...“, repeated Amon disbelievingly... “I thought everything beyond the wall was contaminated...“ Only then he realized what the small one did with her arm. And suddenly he remembered his own pain.
In the hospital the treatment would cost more than he could afford. So this Tigo's appearing would be very convenient. He pushed his confusion and surprise aside and started to grin smugly and came slowly closer with his face: „So you are living being... so you will get hungry sometime, right?“ he asked roguishly.

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Olina did not like his grin at all. He seemed to plan something. "Where we live nothing is contaminated. We were always told that the embankment should detain tidal waves of the sea..., well, I could never believe in it anyhow.", she explained
"To be honest I already am a little hungry, but this can be solved quite fast, if you bring me back. Then I can go eat comfortably in the canteen.", she said. Anyhow she had to try to get back home again and until now this Grodi seemed to be the only way to get there.

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„Ahem.... let's say... I should not go there for some days..., nevertheless, I can offer you some food..., however, you can see that I'm not very wealthy... so we should make a deal... and then I'll bring you back home as soon as possible." said the Grodi with a nearly crude grin.

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Olina looked at him distrustfully. "What do you mean by a deal? What could I offer to you? And why can't you... oh wait. Do you have anything to do with that big crack in the Wall?", she said, once again a little too impolitely.

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„Ahem... do I?... I have crashed into it with my motorcycle. Ordinarily nothing bad would happen, but my motorcycle had some rather illegal improvements. So one could say that I really have a lot to do with it.
Now to our small deal: I could give you food and take care of your return, if you use your magic ,or whatever it is, to cure my arm. I hurt myself pretty much yesterday.“ Amon said quietly.
Now he thought about how he could obtian her trust surreptitiously : „Actually, what is your name, small Tigo lady?“ asked Amon, trying to ponder to her.

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Olina crossed her arms before her chest and looked at him with a twitched eyebrow. This guy had to think that she was not only very small, but also very stupid. So she was stuck with a crazy motorcycle kink and maybe he was even a criminal. But she hardly had another choice, than to agree with this deal. How else should she get out of here otherwise?
"I am Olina Mengia. I do not know whether I can cure your arm at one time. Big wounds need a big amount of strength and energy. If you show me the injury, I maybe could estimate it better... er...how should I call you anyway?", she said, still with a not so delighted face.

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„My humble name is Amon. Amon Wodni. I make an apprenticeship and live here with my younger sister Sema and my moth...“ he started to stutter... his looks contorted... To him it occurred again, why he had taken the Posta in the first place and why he drove like a daredevil yesterday. He caught himself again and further told: „Pardon... and my mother, who is not here. So, what about the deal?“

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Olina looked at him confused when he briefly paused in his speech. There seemed to be something that he did not want to tell. But, actually, this could make no difference to her, right? At least, she would stay here not too long.
"Well, Amon. I agree. You give me a place to stay and food and bring me home and I'll cure your arm. But it could need a few attempts, until it is healed totally. At least, I am no healer, but only a worker.. at least until I have enough money for the art college again...", she said and stretched out her hand to seal the agreement.

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He smiled contented. Everything seemed to work out as he wanted to. First he would let Olina cure his wounds, and then he would sell her.
He would certainly get a lot a lot money because of her size and healing abilities. And who knows, maybe he could bring even more of these small practical, living Tigo from over here. Or he could go to their place and rule over them. His grin became broader and broader. „It is an hornor to make this deal with you, Olina“. He passed his pinky to her and they shook hands. „Okay, now I will fulfill my part of the agreement: What would you like to have to eat?“, he said quietly with the same grin.

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Now she was completely sure that she did not like his grin. He seemed to have something in his mind what she would not like.
But what he did not know, was that she still had some abilities he did not know of. Apparently the Grodi did not know a lot about magic, and this would be the trump for her, if she would get into any trouble. However, for the time being she would play along, so that he would not become suspicious. "I do not know what Grodi eat, but I would be quite contented with some bread, or a piece of meat.", she said and smiled as innocently as possible.

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Amon grinned back „Nothing seems to anticipate her... wonderful.“, he thought. „Of course ,with pleasure.“, said Amon and went to the fridge. When he opened it, several moldy and not even recognizable food waited for him.
He rummaged a little and found one more piece of sausage which still looked quite okay. And even one, though rather hard, piece of bread he could find. He went back to Olina and gave her the sausage and the bread which were nearly as big as her. „So Olina, here is your food. I am rather poor, so do not expect so much. While you eat you can tell me about the 2 billions other living Tigo and the outside world.“ he said curiously.

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Olina looked at the food a little bit distrustfully. Though she was not very wealthy herself, but, nevertheless, mostly she could afford fresh food. But she was thoughtful enough not to complain and sat down before the oversized food.
She plucked herself a fist-size piece from the sausage and bit in. It did not taste as badly as she would have expected. "Thank you very much", she said between two bites. "There is not a lot to tell about us Tigo. We mostly live in small towns. There is, actually, only one really big town, but it is located rather far away, I have never been there. We are actually rather peaceful. The last war was already more than 60 years ago. We all belong to one nation, but only half of us was born under the Red Moon.", she said and tried to chew the bread, but, nevertheless, it was a little bit too hard for her.

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„Under the Red Moon?" asked Amon. "What does this mean?"... He observed her further, but his arm hurt more and more. Slowly sweat came to his forehead and he had problems to grin further.
The Posta must have disappeared from his body completely and now, he felt the pain in his arm even if he didn't move it. His grin became more and more artificially „Please go on.“ ,he said with a slightly shaking voice.

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Olina looked at him a little worried. He was white like a sheet and trembled. He looked not good. Quickly she jumped up and left the food. "I think, you need help fist. Go! Show me the arm!" she said a little strictly and with a track of concern in her voice. Even if she did not trust him completely yet, she could not allow that he broke down or even died here. At least, he was her ticket to home.

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Slowly he took off his shirt. The pain which hammered in his head nearly made him fall unconscious. And then he saw what was wrong. The bone was broken and stood out of the sking quite far. The whole arm was blue, almost black. He had not expected this. But this was the Posta. It was no natural alcohol, that was too expensive for him and only few Grodi could afford it. It was a tranquilizer and painkiller which was produced cheap and industrially and tasted like alcohol. „Damned Posta.“, he thought again. The arm pulsated.

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Olina saw the arm and had to pull herself together to not to throw up. She really asked herself how he could have taken the pain all the time. "B-by the Red Moon, this looks bad.", she stuttered and with reluctance she walked pu to the wrecked arm. It really demanded everything of her to touch the wound, but it was simply necessary. "Now try to hold as still as possible.", she admonished him and started to concentrate. "Elir koun ngan ris tiaso mel ken koun." she murmured, and felt how the curative magic of her hands went over into his arm.

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As the small Tigo began with her treatment the pain became intolerable. Amons face contorted in a dreadful grimace and tears ran down his cheeks while he made a loud groan. „Must this hurt so much?“, he asked distorted with pain.

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"S-sorry. But with fractures it is often very painful....", she said, obviously concentrated. Luckily she had already been rather well in magic at school , otherwise she would certainly not have had the strength to cure such a big wound.
She was exhausted a lot, but she wanted to bring the bone back to its actual position, before she stopped. Her legs became rather ramshackle. "Man. This must improve the bonus points on my good-action-list.", she thought and felt, finally how the bone returned in its natural position again. Then all went black.

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The pain became and less and less, until it completely disappeared. Slowly Amon's face relaxed again and he dared to look at his arm. It was completely healed! „Hey! Thanks a l...“ his voice faltered. The small thing, which maybe had saved his life had fainted.
With concerned look he looked at her, however, how could see how the small chest rose and fell. „Phew, lucky you." he thought „Hey, that's the perfect moment to lock her up and sell her!.“ He stared at Olina again. „Actually, it would be a pity to sell her.“ he thought briefly. „Oh nonsense! I need the money.“ Amon took his backpack and mended a few cushions into it. Then he put the unconscious girl in it.
Just as he wanted to close his backpack, doubts came to him, actually, it is not very nice to be sold.... And, at least, she had helped him very much. "Well". Amon said to himself „I will keep her till tomorrow , but then I'll really sell her.“ He took the small girl from the backpack, mended the cushions into an empty drawer and put her down in it softly. Then he lay down on the couch again and activated the tele-screen. It did not take a long until he dozed off again.

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[Bloodcore]

I really like this. It's very good.

[biali]

Thanks bloodcore ^^ I hope you will stick around

Here is the next part. I think I can post one part per day.

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Part 3

Olina probably had the worst headache in the history of headaches when she woke up again. It was as if somebody would hit her skull with a stone. She tried to grasp a clear thought, but it was impossible. She only felt the pleasant white subsoil into which she almost seemed to sink in.
After a while the headaches subsided to light throbbing.
"Oh man, I would have never thought that, what my teacher has said about Magic burnout was actually true. I hope, only a few insignificant brain cells have died.", she said to herself and opened the eyes. She lay on a big cushion and round her were low walls of wood. "Hngh... where am I here?", she asked loudly. She could hear some voices which sounded not very naturally. They seemed to talk about a murder...
"Oh by the Red Moon! He IS a criminal!", she said and tried to stand up on the wobbly subsoil, which turned out to be impossible. She crept on all fours to the low wooden wall and reached for the edge to pull herself up. What she saw, calmed her:
Amon lay on his sofa and was drenched in the flickering light of a screen. "Phew, only a Televisor. I almost thought...“ She looked aside and saw the sun rising through the dirty window . Had she been knocked out that long?

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Slowly, Amon became more and more awake. At the beginning he moved only a little and groaned quietly. Then he opened the eyes. The sun was rising „Sunrise? Damn I have slept the whole day? Damn!“ Then he remembered what had happened yesterday . Worried he looked over to the small drawer where he put Olina last evening.
When he saw that she stood in it, vividly and obviously healthy, his face brightened, only to turn back into the arrogant looks he always had on his face. He shook his head „Think about the money.“, His sister, as well as his mother needed it, „Wait where is Sema, actually, ?“ ,suddenly came to his mind.
However, then he saw that the light in the bath room was switched on and its door opened slowly and behind it stood his little sister.
Then it occurred to him that he had put Olina in the drawer in the middle of the room. Quickly he got up, rushed to the drawer and caught the small Tigo a little roughly in his hand and hid her behind his back. „Good morning Sema!“, he said with a rather suspicious voice.

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Olina saw Amon getting up. Apparently her healing had caused something. However, suddenly he jumped up and ran towards her. Before she could say anything, he had her in the firm clutch and swung her behind his back. "Good morning Sema", he said, with very nervous voice. Who was Sema?

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Sema just came from the bath when her big brother welcomed her. He looked strange, somehow nervous. And she could have sworn that he had hidden something behind his back in a great hurry. "mornin', dear brother. What do you have there?", she asked curiously and pointed at his arm which he had laid on the back. Maybe it was a surprise for her. At least, she had birthday in a few days.

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„I don't know what you mean Sema, I have nothing behind my back. I only stretch myself ... you see?“ He started to stretch himself excessively strong without taking, however, the hand from his back. „You see, I have slept on the couch the whole night, so I must stretch myself a little.“, he said to Sema. „She will never buy that. What shall I do, what shall I do?“ These thoughts overturned in his head.

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If Olina could have moved a hand, she would have done a facepalm. This Amon was the worst actor whom she had ever experienced. She hoped, nevertheless, imploringly that she would not be seen by the other Grodi. She already had to deal with Amon.

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Sema looked at her brother disbelievingly. "Oh come on! Show me!", she said and tried to pull his arm from his back.

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„Come on, leave me alone.“, he tried to talk himself out, but he did not believe she would leave him alone. Sema pulled the arm to and fro, until she had pulled it to herself. But she looked in an empty palm. „Do you see? It's empty.“, he arrogantly said to Sema. But suddenly something seemed suspicioius to him . „Wait a minute the hand is empty. How can this be?“ Then he noticed that something tickled him on the back .

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Olina had had to react fast. She knew how curiously and unyielding small girls could be. When she noticed how Sema pulled on his arm, his clutch also loosened. As fast as possible, she reached for the material of his T-shirt and clutched at it. "Now ,fantastic!, this is the third time I'm hanging like this.", she briefly thought, however, rather concentrated to hold on.

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Sema looked at the empty palm of her brother and was obviously disappointed to find nothing in it. "Hey, you have put it in the other hand!", she shouted and reached for the other arm. But there also nothing was to be found. He had apparently only played a prank on her. "Oh you are stupid", she said, stretched the tongue out and disappeared crossly in her room.

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„Phew.. thanks to the ancients.“, thought Amon. If Sema had seen Olina , all her friends would have found out about her, too and probably also their parents. Well and then it would not take long to get all of them involved and then he not only would lose Olina but the money, too. And they could find out about the accident And now this was not really what he wanted.
Carefully he turned to his back where he saw the small Tigo dangling. He took her in his hand again and set her down on the table. „This was quite close, hm?“, he asked the Tigo girl, who was obviously startled by the climbing part.

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„You can say this again. I recommend you to really take theatrical lessons. I do not plan o land in the hands of your sister as toy , understood?", obviously exhausted she sat down on the tabletop and sighed "I just want to go home..."

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Amon looked at the small Tigo girl angrily. „I am no damn actor... I make an apprenticeship as..., well... better not talk about it.“ Amon blushed and turned away. Obviously he did not seem to be particularly proud of this part of his life. Painfully it came to his mind that, though he had absolute power over the Tigo girl, always had been a loser in life. As his skin got back its normal colour he had focused on the Tigo again.
„So, you want to go home again? And you talk to me in this tone?!“, he started Olina. As long this small cheeky thing was in his possession -which was only a matter of time- he wanted to bring his physical superiority fully towards her.
Amon seemed as if he had forgotten about everything what Olina had done for his arm. „And anyhow, you have seen the accident place. The police will observe the whole area for the next days. I can't do anything about it. But I could show the rest of the town to you.“, he cleverly said to Olina. This would bring them to the big bazaar, without her anticipating anything.

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Olina froze for a moment. He wanted to blackmail her? She revised the Situation once more. It had been his fault that he had crashed against this damned wall, and it was his fault that she was stuck here now. And, moreover, she had saved him yesterday from the probably certain death by blood poisoning. And now he was so abusively towards her again.
He seemed to think that he was superior to her because of his size. She wanted to talk back first,but held it in for the moment to make him feel secure. An excursion to the town maybe would be an opportunity for an escape . "I'm sorry, I just was shocked a little bit by the whole situation. I did not want to offend you. And I really would like to see your town.", she said as friendly as it was possible for her.

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Amon gurgled contently as he heard the answer of the Tigo. „She is sillier than I thought. She really believed me. Well, since her brain is as big as a walnut, I could not expect anything different.“, he thought full of pleasure. Only then he noticed that he had started to grin suspicious, and put back his corners of mouth into tolerable smiling.
“Wonderful, wonderful. Then you should ride in my breast pocket, from there you can see a lot and I can pay attention whether you fall out.“
Her well being did not matter very much to him of course . But he wanted to keep an eye on this small fascinating being. Maybe she was able to do more than curing. This brought him to his next question, a question from which answer he would know how much money he could get for selling her: „Are you actually able to do more than just healing?“ he asked while he already had her in his Hand.

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Olina did not like it at all as she was snatched away from the ground without any problems. It made her feel completely depended on his mercy. When he asked her whether she could do other things than curing, she was clever enough to not to reveal any of her abilities. "No, I am only a normal student, we do not learn more than healing magic at all.", she lied and avoided eye contact with him which was not so easy with such a big face at all.

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Amon faltered in his movement and moved her closer to his face now, pinched the eyes and crooked the head „Mmmh? Student... , you do not look like one at all. Rather like a bricklayer or a craftsman... or at least a very small version of it.“ he said quietly, but in a tone which should make it clear even to the shrink brain, that he did notice that there was something wrong about what she said. He closed the hand harder around the small body, but did not really try to hurt her . He only wanted to make clear who was the leader of the discussion .
„And you are sure that you don't fool me? I don't know...: Student, no other abilities... I don't believe you.“ said Amon with a smug expression. Maybe he was not the smartest, but the nature has given him an excellent feeling for recognizing when someone wanted to fool him.

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Olina got a little scared when his hand twined more narrowly around her.
She thrashed a little to get a bit more air. "These are my working clothes. I work with the servicing team of the bulwark to earn something in addition. The university is not quite cheap... normally I study art. And I am really not able to do any other magic. It would be too dangerous if every Tigo could simply use any magic...", she faltered, maybe she said too much.

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„You want to be a student? For art? I don't know how it is where you come from, but with us only the bigwigs may study. Proof me that it is true what you said. Draw me something. And no nonsense!“ He put her back on the table and dug out a piece of paper and threw it down to her. “I assume everyone of your "servicing team" has pens. And I warn you! Should you not give any sufficient proof, I still know other methods to find out what you are able to do now or what not.“ He let his fist crash down right near to Olina.
„Huhuhahaha, now it's my turn!. " He thought to himself grinning, while he stared fossilized at the small Tigo girl.

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Olina could almost hear her bones breaking as she imagined what would have happened if she had laid under his down whizzing fist. She looked at the thick paper that seemed more like heavy sign cardboard to her and briefly looked up in his fossilized face.
She was on the verge of firing a heat ball into one of his eyes, but thought that she, before she had not left this house, should venture no experiments.
So she had to give way to his demand. At least, she was very talented in drawing, so it would not be difficult to convince him of her talent. She rummaged about he breast pocket of her dungarees and took out a pencil and started to draw. As a motive she had selected the temple tower of Vinme: a high building richly decorated with statues and with a big polished glass stone on the Top. She knew this motive by heart, because it had been her last object of study.

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Amon saw how the little one started to draw a picture. She really seemed to be able to do something and obviously she had said the truth. But Amon let her draw a little longer, for he enjoyed his ostensible superiority too much. He smiled roguishly and crossed his arms.
Besides, he briefly threw a look at his wristwatch and faltered. It was ten o'clock. He connected something with this time. Then it doomed on him. The streetcar... The streetcar to his education company... His education company. Cold sweat collected on his forehead and his smile disappeared. „Maybe I could squash this little thing, but if I should be late again, Mr. Hagitski has announced to squash me.“, he thought nervously. „Okay, that's enough, I believe you!“ He grabbed Olina and mended her rudely into his breast pocket which was filled with screws, old handkerchiefs and some things of those he himself did not know what they were.
With a scanty "Sorry", directed to the Tigo, he ran out to the door and slammed it so loud that even his ears hurt from the sound. However, the stairs were a too long way, and he could see the streetcar coming already. Thus he caught to himself the rain drain. „Now hold on.“ he warned the Tigo in the breast pocket. However, before she could react, he slid down the whole old rain drain which started to bend dangerously under his weight with a loud squeak. Exactly as he reached the ground very hard and almost tipped over, the whole drain crushed down. „Old scrap metal thing.“, he thought and now trotted comfortably to the streetcar which he now reached easily.
Amon got on it and sat down on the old, torn bench with a sigh. „Hey you there,“ he asked into his breast pocket „Is everything okay with you?“

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[biali]

Next part ^^ the plot will thicken a lot in part 5.
But firs you'll see how Grodan looks like ^^
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Part 4

Olina had been completely detailed in her work and had just even begun to have a little fun when he said all at once: "That's enough, I believe you." and snatched her again without any warning and stuffed her rudely into his breast pocket.
Indeed, no soft material waited for her, but all kinds of screws, tattered paper and big white things, which looked like crumpled up cellulose. "Oh by the Red Moon! These are no...", she thought and kept the hand before her mouth in disgust. With the thought that dried snot from his gigantic nose was in these paper cloths, she nearly had to vomit. Indeed, she did not have particularly a lot of time to be disgusted, because she was thrown to and fro by his hectic movements and the metal screws offered not exactly a good upholstery for this ride.
A loud bang made her ears ring, so that she did not understood when he said: "Hold on." Suddenly she felt how they whizzed into the depth at breathtaking speed, accompanied by an awful creaky noise.
When the wild slide stopped, she hit herself on the screws, and noticed that her skin was grazed at several places.
Finally, after some other gigantic steps of her kidnapper, he came to a hold.. or sit. Above her the breast pocket opened slightly and he asked whether everything was okay with her. She only looked at him furiously, with a bleeding graze in her face. Now her patience was soon at the end...

„Hey,“, he said to the small Tigo that looked at him furiously „Sorry that I had to hurry like that, but the streetcar goes only twice per day and it is a rather long away to district 5. Do not act like this! Come on, enjoy the view!“ He took Olina from his breast pocket and put her on the small edge, which enclosed the scratched window . „But keep an eye on her,“, he said in his head „She will be very valuable...“.
„You must know,“ he explained to the little one, „Today I have to go to work again. And because you can't stay at my home, you come along with me.“

This time Olina was not completely unhappy to be snatched. At least, she came out of this revolting pocket. "Hngh... alright, but could you please empty your pocket, before you put me in there again? Was really anything but comfortable", she cried a little and examined her wounds. It was nothing what she could not cure fast, but from now on she wanted to be a little reserved with her magic. Yesterday she had overexerted herself quite a lot, and wanted to charge her "batteries" first.

So she laid her hands on the scratched glass and looked outward. The streetcar drove past gigantic houses with countless floors. Everything seemed to be gray and run down. Even the trees in the street edge looked more dead than alive. She definitively did not like this side of the embankment ... "Why is all so dreary here ...?", she asked a little curiously and turned round to Amon which observed her with eagle eyes.

„Why dreary?“ asked Amon curiously „We have just turned into district 4. This is one of the better quarters. The air is still pure here and one can see the sky sometimes. I like it here.“, said Amon to Olina, a little taken aback .
He did not know other surroundings. Since his birth the whole Grodi people were caught in a world of the eating away gray concrete whose substance became as ailing like the whole Grodi society. Criminal activity, poverty, hunger, awful illnesses, few educational opportunities, all this was in the agenda.
„Before the infection, you must know, all districts were as nice as district 1, some maybe nicer. But then the accident happened, and we had to build the bulwark to not to die. Thus I have learned it of my parents and they of theit parents.“, told Amon Olina patiently. „Nobody comes near the wall, or the death come find us all.“, he repeated a conditioned nursery rhyme.

Attentively Olina listened in to his explanation . And what she heard, even made her a little sad. She could not imagine to live in such surroundings. "I don't understand this. I mean the story about this infection can not be true at all. On my side there isn't, and never was an epidemic. Only one gigantic tidal wave which should have destroyed everything many decades ago. Therefore, the wall was built to hold an other wave..., but it seems as if here is no sea at all. So this also must be wrong. Something must have happened...", she stated and stared at the sea of concrete houses, which Amon called "nice". "At my home, it looks completely different..."

„Mmmh? Sea? There is nothing like this here. What is this?“, asked Amon confused. „What do you mean by: something happened? And what particularly interests me: how does it look like at your home?“ the curiosity got the better of Amon. He and many others had asked themselves about the how, when and why of their existence. But because the education system simply did not teach any of it here and the books were either old or rationalized by the state. These thoughts disappeared fast while becoming an adult and in the general fight for what Amon understood as a luxury- what often could be just a full stomach.
But now his curiosity was woken up again. His work and his problems were fay away now. He lowered the head and laid it on the same edge on which Olina stood. This girl seemed to bring him closer to the answers which he was looking for, more near than anytime before. „Please, tell me.“

"The sea...", Olina pondered how she should describe it to him. "It is a gigantic surface which consists only of water, kilometer-far. And the water is salty. Till now I've been there only once. It is quite far from Vinme."
For one moment she was surprised that he had suddenly put away his haughty grin, and now showed an almost childish curiosity. "It is very nice where I'm from. We have only small houses, at most three floors. Only the temple is higher. All around the town there are fields, and wide, hilly grass areas. Now and again a few trees also grow there. And in the warm season the hills are littered with red Pandid-blossoms. Indeed, it is often very dull in Vinme. It does not happen a lot there.", she described her native country and got, a stagnant feeling in the stomach. She missed her friends who must already been looking for her... or a be least terribly worried... her looks became sad.

„Mmmh.“, rumbled Amon. Many words were hard for him to understand. He was not dumb, just uneducated. But here somebody who grew up in his state, did not have to expect any more. He should not to ask or know ,but work.
But the little one had woken something up inside him, what he had not felt for many years : The wish to know more. Then he saw how she became sad. He looked at her very long and then said softly: „You are quite sad because you can't be there, hum? No worry you will get back.“, he said to Olina but a light pain pulled through him.
„Did I mean that now? No, that cannot be. I need the money damn. Well, but I think one day more with her will do nothing bad.“ he said in his thoughts, exactly at the moment as the streetcar stopped at the bazaar. The doors closed again.

She was confused a little. Till now this was the friendliest what he had said to her. Maybe she could trust him, nevertheless? It was no miracle that he had become a frustrated person in this sad and ugly world . "What exactly do you do, at your work actually?", she asked. She was curious by nature and his friendly tone, made it easier for her to live out her curiosity.

„Er... uh..., well, you will see it soon anyways.... I make an apprenticeship as... we call it... building cleaner." he stuttered while his face became red again. This was simply no occupation for a young man like him. Even he was too clever for it.


„You see, I always wanted to become a mechanic, or even study mechanical engineering as a child. But the district leaders have not allow it, after my father has disappeared. And because I needed money very urgently, I had to do something else. But I could not stand it long anywhere. Now this is my last chance. If I screw this, I'll be forced to move to district 16 and nobody wants go to district 16.“
The streetcar stopped, Here was his stop "We have to get off here.“, he said to Olina and took her in his hand more affectionately this time and put her on his shoulder.

"So, from now you must behave like a Tigo... eh... I mean like a thing. Though this society may accept a scatterbrain with toys on the shoulder, but not a scatterbrain like me with such a value... er... special thing." he whispered to Olina quietly and hoped she had not noticed his Freudian slip of the tongue. In the meantime, both stood on the street and Amons nostrils filled with the stench of this awful area, but he was used it. There were a few more steps to the entrance of his company, and Olina got the chance to observe the area a little more intensely . Slowly Amon trotted along the sidewalk without any sign of zeal or hectic rush. His motivation had vanished.

Olina needed a few seconds to place herself on his shoulder so that she could not fall down and tried to look like a motionless thing. Therefore, she did not really get what he said. The revolting stench, that came to her nose did not make anything easy. It smelled as if garbage rotted... very disgusting garbage. She saw that the giant trees, who stood between the street and the asphalt ways, were surrounded by garbage piles. Before them there was a big gray building with a glass door. Indeed, one could not recognize the inside, because the glass shone too much. In it would be certainly even more giants... Anxiously she clung onto the shoulder seam of his jacket and tried to hold as still as possible.

Now Amon stood before this odious glass door again. What could have become of him? "Well, maybe the money helps me to change my job . This would really be a dream coming true." He turned his head slightly and saw Olina in the corner of the eye and started to grin broadly. Maybe too broadly, so he quickly looked at the glass door again in which he saw his reflection. Just now he saw how dilapidated he looked ,and to him it occurred that he had not washed for three days and his organism suffered from a mixture of long constant sleeping denial, excessive Posta consumption and the funny magic of this small thing.
His short brown hair stood up in all directions and his blue eyes, lay far back in their caves and had deeply dark rings under them. Amon sighed once, took a deep breath and opened the glass door which swung itself open with a loud squeak. At this moment the awful smell of all cleaning supplies, which had been stored here for years, came to him . Shuffling they crossed the foyer which was mostly made out of gray marble which testified the better days of the past. Nobody seemed to be there. "Hmm... that's strange“, thought Amon. Then he looked at his clock and noted in the date that it was Friday. Well and on Fridays the work started, in contrast to all other days, one hour later and ended one hour later. "Wonderful" thought Amon and sat down on a small wrecked wooden bench. "Hey" he said to Olina "You can move again. Nobody is here yet. They will come in one hour."

Olina gasped a little, because she had tried to breathe as little as possible. The inside of the building had surprised her a lot. It seemed to be equipped with a noble material. Though it smelled a little bit of chemicals, she preferred this to the garbage stench outside. "Uh, the smell reminds me of my school hours... in the chemical lessons it has also smelled like that.", she said, in hope to start a conversation. This was better, than sitting around in silence .

"Chemical lessons? What is this?" asked Amon with a perplexed face. "The only in which I was teached were Grodi-language, history, mathematics and sports... Mmmh, although in the elementary school I have heard that there was more . But then my father had disappeared you must know. My mother had to move to district 6 with me and my sister , since then I only was allowed to visit the schools for the lower classes. Since you study and learned something like 'Kemistree', or how you call it, you must belong to a high class, right?" he asked Olina further.
"Why do I tell her all these things...?" Amon thought. But then his features froze for one moment and a thought formed in his scatterbrain "Ransom... that maybe would be also an alternative. And maybe I will get even more money that way. Well, and I get access to even more of these Tigo. I'm a genius!". his face relaxed again and he looked Olina deeply into her brown eyes.

Olina swallowed a little. The higher class? That would be great "Eh no, not really. I have already told you that I am born under the Red Moon... this means that I am actually born from the moonlight. Whenever the moon becomes red, it sends rays to the holy places. And then children appear there . However, there are also Tigo which are born in normal manner... by a mother. But I... the children of the red moon are not able to have children themselves, therefore we are also disadvantaged compared with the others. We must pay for our education, others not...", she sighed ... had she really just told him this? "Well, these chemical lessons... they are about the composition of materials. Mostly we have only mixed some liquids or inflamed something... I never did well in it."

"What do you mean by this ?Born from the moonlight?" Amon was completely taken aback... he already had no notion of the world he was living in,so it did not exactly help him to hear confusing things like that. Slowly all that became too much to him . "I should have sold her already." he said quietly to himself. Again he turned to Olina. "Ah well, moonlight or not... but then there are only two classes, or not?"

“Well, I cannot exactly explain this moonlight-thing... nobody is able to do this. It simply happens . And there are more than two classes... But your class depends ,apart from this lunar thing, primarily on your actions. If you serve the society well, you get a raise and your magic potential rises. But for me it is difficult to rise... But enough of me. How is it here? You have told something about these district leaders.. they seem to be in charge here?"

“mmh... a society in which the status depends on your own actions... oh it would be nice if it was like this here. But one has told us the society could only survive like it is now. In history we learned, that hostile species which we call "Enosino" had tried to conquer us and our planet. However, the big and mighty Grodi-warriors could beat them. When they left our planet they launched their last and also biggest weapon which spread an evil virus. However, the great Grodi-warriors have foreseen this and have built a bulwark against the contamination. Because the Enosino destroyed a lot of our technology and made us prisoners of our own town, the society crumbled more and more and and there were some uprisings. However, the Grodi-warriors also have foreseen this and have created our class society in which everybody gets the place which is most useful to the survival of the society.
And the powerful and wise Grodi-warriors formed the class of the Disrict-leader which were each the rulers over one of the districts.
Earlier, before all this, my father was also a Disrict-leader. He was the ruler of district 19 which was responsible for research and science. But one day he simply did not come back." Amon's face had solidified. His eyes became wet and he lowered the head for one moment. Then he lifted it again and he smiled excessively broadly. "Well, maybe there is something good about it. Otherwise, at least, we would not have met." he said in a noticeably feigned tone. "If we are lucky, I am sent to district 19 today to do the cleaning. "I could sell her to the scientists who are working there.", he thought. Then he directed his look again upon Olina.

A strange feeling overcame Olina. What he told her, seemed very strange to her. This Grodi said, the wall was built on account of this weapon of the conquerors..., but they never existed. Behind the wall were only... the Tigo. This made no sense at all...
And she could only force a fake grin to his remark. She was on no account happy to have met him... to be here in the first place was awful. Then she noticed how he became sad when he spoke of the disappearance of his father. She could not really understand how he felt. At least, she had no family. But what he told her about district 19, seemed interesting. If everything there was about research and science, intelligent people had to be there also... who could maybe help better than Amon, who did not seem to be the brightest crayon in the box. But she could not really blame him for that. This strange society was to blame for it.
"Bah, no offense, but this thing with these big warriors seems to be complete garbage. Maybe we will find some more serious sources in this research district... ", she said and tried to lie down along his shoulder on the belly. This seemed to her more comfortable.

Amon turned his head in her direction with a jerky movement , now he stared nastily with his blue eyes and jumped up. His veins hammered in his temples "Who do you think you are, to offend the big warriors so easily ! Without them we would be dead! Maybe you are the pathetic debris of the infection. The small shades of once big Grodi!." Amon seemed to completely lose control. However, then he slowly calmed down. Up to now, all the small Tigo said, had been quite smart and were reasonable things... maybe she was right about this one, too . At least, the air did not seem to be contaminated for these small people. "I should ask in the district 19 when I finally sold her. Then they can also find out something about her physiology... Maybe she really a contaminated Grodi." with this thought he got the creeps. Maybe he had already been infected by her. After he sat again he looked to Olina "What have you learned about your history then? Maybe I can offend a few important personalities of your origin", he spat.

Luckily she had changed into a lying position before. Thus she could hold on with her whole body when he suddenly jumped up and shouted at her. She could not understand really a lot of what he exclaimed, because he was simply too loud, but she catched up the most important thing.
She swallowed... what if he was right... maybe there really had been an epidemic... maybe they were really only shrunken Grodi..., then she shook her head. She almost believed this stupid story of his! When she noticed that he had sat down again and had calmed, she loosened her clutch a little. He asked her about her history..." I have learned that there were much more Tigo than nowadays. We were a big people, but parted into many small nations which worked mutually. But the big divinity was very angry about the fact that we destroyed the countries and sowed grief and death by our wars. Therefore, there was a gigantic tidal wave which washed everything away and many, many people lost their life. There were only very few Tigo left and they could hardly reproduce to build up a new state. Then the big divinity got compassion and sent the red lunar rays and therefore more Tigo. These should serve to build up everything, while the others should look after the continuity and the spirituality of the people. And thus the moonlight children were also asked to build the big embankment to hold back another big wave. ", she told." I am sorry, if I have offended you..., however, everything here is so foreign and absurd to me... everything is so different."

"Gods, floods... this sounds far less realistic than an epidemic..., however, I can understand , I also often think about how absurdly this world is." And at this moment Amon really imagined how it was to be small and not to be able to do anything . Now it occurred to him that he was, actually, in the same situation like the small Tigo. Suddenly he heard loud rumbling and shouting. Unfortunately, it was a voice which he only knew too well. "Olina, now you must act like a Tigo again. Quick!"

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I was busy th last few days, sorry ^^
So here is the update ^^

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Part 5

Finally, Mr. Hagitski rumbled through the door: "Mr. Wodni! What were you thinking about not coming to work for two days !? I have told you that you are already moving on thin ice! Do not forget that you have neither the educational nor the district licensing for this occupation! I have only employed you because I am an old friend of your mother. Poor Chieli... Her good-for-nothing husband runs away and then her son must still develop exactly in the same way." Mr. Hagitski shouted at Amon at the top of his voice, who had just managed to stand up.
Olina hung, like it was normal for a Tigo , lifelessly on his shoulder. Mr. Hagitski was the leader of the cleansing enterprise: a disagreeable older man who always smelled of real alcohol and appeared more than once drunk in the job.

Amon was full of understanding for this, he himself was not declined to the Posta and had showed up drunken often enough. But Mr. Hagitski connected his hobby-alcoholism with his severity and meanness. However, he was liked by the district leaders. Amon couldn't do anything about it. He clenched his fist in his pocket. He did not like it at all if he and his father were offended in the same sentence. But he was unconscious in a way. Exactly like Olina was in his hands, Amon was in Mr. Hagitski's big hand." It will never happen again, Mr. Hagitski. I promise . But I am sick. Just look at me." Amon said meekly.

Hagitski scrutinized the young man and really found out that Amon looked even more dilapidated as usual. "Well. "answered Hagitski "This time I'll try to ignore it. Anyhow, your mother is not very well at all." At this moment the short, gray-haired man noticed the Tigo on Amons shoulder . He grabbed it and threw it into the wastepaper basket with a light swing.

Amon's heart almost stopped. A dead Olina would bring him no money. But no muscle stirred on his part." I do not want to see such a thing here. You are 19 years old! Too old to play around with Tigo." Mr. Hagitski turned around and went back the way he came from. When he was out of sight, Amon sprinted to the wastepaper basket. Fortunately, it was filled with old cleaning cloths and handkerchiefs.
Quick he took the small Tigo into his hand . "Hey everything okay with you?" he asked Olina worried.

Olina remained lying still on Amons shoulder while his boss talked to him . She immediately felt a certain antipathy towards him. Even if she considered Amon as a good-for-nothing Idiot, it was not okay that he was scolded like this. It reminded her of her own school time . She had been harassed because of her origin by the teachers over and over again. She felt how Amons body tensed up, while the man mentioned his parents. This seemed to be a sore point. She already wanted to draw a deep breath as the boss swallowed Amons excuse when she noticed, that a rough, even bigger hand shut around her and did not hold her, but threw her!.She was too shocked to even make a sound. Her whole life rushed before her eyes: The gentle red moonlight, the asylum in which she grew up, her friends, the hard work to earn her school fees, and Giru... But the death did not come to her, because she landed on an upholstered subsoil in which she sunk in. But, nevertheless, she could not breathe after the impact for some seconds. She did not seem to be injured, but, nevertheless, the panic overcame her. What else would happen to her in this strange world? She did not belong here! here she was not more than just a toy, Nothing! She opened the eyes and saw a big round opening above herself which was filled by Amons gigantic face. He stretched his hand out to her and picked her up: "Hey everything okay with you?", he asked. However, she could not answer. She did not want to be here, not in this world and not in his hand at all! In her panic she jumped up and from his hand, directly into the wastepaper basket again. Then she tried to get up and to climb the walls of the garbage can , but they were too steep. Frustrated she hammered and kicked against the plastic. "I wanna leave! I wanna leave!" she shouted.

The Tigo girl was out of her mind. She shouted and shouted and shouted over and over again that she wanted to leave. Amon became nervous. Though she was small, her voice was audible, and particularly by her shriek she was about three times louder than normal. Amon looked at the clock. His colleagues would soon come and, moreover, he never knew where and when Hagitski could appear. If someone else than him would discover the small one, he maybe could lose the whole money or ,more badly, the truth about his accident could come out. Then he would lose everything. "Please, be quiet, I know you want to go home. But if you are seen by somebody else, then they could do worse things with you than just throwing you around.", Amon tried to calm the small nervous wreck." Consider , others could sell you or enslave you to some scientists . If you really want to go home, try to calm down and stick with me." Again he tried to reach for her.

Olina stopped shouting. It made no sense anyhow, and Amon was right, she should not attract even more attention to herself... because if this meant that they would treat her badly, it would be really better to be quiet. She was already nearly ashamed for her outbreak. From her corner of the eye she could see how he reached for her again. "And what about you? Would you also sell me?", she asked without looking at him.

„No, I would not . I am really not a bad guy.", he said with a grin. "Am I or am I not?" , he thought. The Tigo-girl had, after years of the monotony, brought movement to Amons dusty mind. Even before Amon was able to say more, he felt a female hand on his shoulder and a female head suddenly lay on his other shoulder . "Ava. what are you doing here?" he asked startled.

Ava came just through the glass door of the company and saw like her colleague and friend Amon knelt before the wastepaper basket beside the bench and apparently talked to himself. Curiously she went over to him, laid the hand on his left shoulder and her head on his right one. In the hand he held a rather filthy Tigo in dungarees. "Hey, since when do you talk with Tigos?", she asked amused. She had a closer look at the small thing and found out ,with some astonishment, that it seemed to move and had a strangely sad look. But she could not say it exactly, because he tried to hide it . "Have you bought it for Sema? However, it is not very pretty...", she said.

Olina only looked sadly into space and had no more strength to react to the Grodi which had spotted her. She only tried to remain still.

"Yep, I purchased it for Sema", Amon tried to explain nervously "Well, I have found it on a small flea market on a bazaar. It's a prototype from district 19's Technology combine, You know." He grinned at her "Somebody has smuggled it out of there . And when I saw it, I had to buy it. You know how Sema is like." Amon was obviously nervous and had cold sweat on the forehead. But not the danger of being detected made him nervously, but the conversation with Ava itself. He had to admit that he had a little crush on her. Above all this, she was still his direct superior. And all that made the situation far from easy. He stammered "Well Aya.... whereto goes our tour today, actually? Maybe district 19?" he asked almost quite whispering. He had to admit that this time, not only the thought of selling the Tigo motivated him, he actually felt a sort of curiosity he hadn't felt for a long time.

Of course Ava noticed how nervous Amon was. And she had already noticed that he did not only became nervous today, but whenever she met him. She also knew of course what she could conclude from this. But she had to keep up her professionalism. Though Amon was a good guy, his social status really left much to be desired. There were days when she cursed the system, but never loudly of course . She didn't want to get herself into trouble. So she got up, tightened and brought out her appointment calendar. "Hmmm, yes, we really have something in district 19, today. The research institute for history is on the schedule. Okay, than let's leave and puff the dust from the history books.", she joked.

Olina slowly relaxed in his hand. This time he really had acted a little better. But she noticed the nervousness in his voice and that his hands became very warm. She knew these symptoms only too well. And if their races were similar only a little bit, it was almost sure that Amon was in love. She felt a small sting in her heart..."Giru..."

"Wonderful... this is wonderful. By chance, I am just in the mood to clean you there, er... i mean to clean there. You must know my father was district-master there. If he was still here , I would also have become a district-master. Yes, then I would have become a big important man here" Amon stammered. "Why am I talking such crap?"he thought , but when he looked Ava in the eyes again, he simply had to go on "Yes, earlier I was supposed to attend the high school. But here, well, this is also okay. At least, I am able to come to work together with a pretty colleague. ". "I really must have lost my mind ." he thought again and again. He had to try to get out of this situation which had turned completely against him, but he could think of nothing. But Aya looked so damn pretty in these work clothes. Then a thought shot through him. "Well... Aya, now I must change, I still didn't put on my whole working cloth." he explained briefly and quickly made his way to the changing rooms.

Aya was troubled with not blushing about his comments. Of course she liked compliments and if Amon looked not exactly as run down as he did today, he was also quite good-looking. She had already heard of Amons father from the colleague's gossip . It was really a disgrace that this man had let down his family and had simply disappeared. She acted as if she had not noted his stammering at all, because she had to keep a certain distance. "Okay, but hurry up, I 'll prepare the car!", she shouted after him and went outward.

Olina was a little tired of playing the lifeless doll and was quite happy as Amon got away from this other Grodi.

Amon stepped into the changing room and saw his locker on the right hand side. Suddenly he remembered Olina, who was still dangling lifelessly in his Hand. “Hey, you can move again. Nobody is here.”, he said and before she could answer he put her down on the bench which stood in the middle of the room.
Then he opened his locker, got out his working-cloth and started to change. His overall smelled, like everything in here, like it was drenched in chemicals. At least he was not as content with this place, as he had said to Ava. But what he said about district 19 was true. Indeed he was a little curious. And maybe he could find some information about the Tigo, especially her value. And maybe he could even find someone whom he could sell her.
He removed his Jacket and shirt and turned to Olina: “So, what do you think about Ava?”, he asked her with a mischievous grin which let him look like a little boy.

Olina tried very hard not to look at him, as he removed his shirt. Tigo had a very strong sense of shame and to see an other person even half-naked was nearly unbearable. She turned around and focused on the wall. “I-I think she is okay... maybe. I haven't seen or heard much of her, yet. Thanks to the Red Moon that she didn't notice anything... It is really hard to act dead...” She thought about asking him about his feelings for this woman. But she decided that it would be a too personal question, especially in this particular situation... she nearly exploded from shame.

“Hmmm... well. You are doing quite well. Fortunately this society is quite sick... So it is not really suspicious when a guy like me carries a Tigo around on his shoulder.”, he said smiling. This situation was somehow funny and bizarre for him. He had calmed down now and the headache which probably came from the Posta were gone. And he could work together with Ava! Even if he did not jump around in happiness, he was , as far his whole situation allowed it, in a good mood.
He removed his Pants and put on his working- overall. Then he picked the Tigo girl up again and sat her down on his shoulder, exactly where a big stinking blot of unknown origin was. “Okay, you can choose. Either you stay up there on my shoulder or I'll put you into one of my breast-pockets.”

“Eeww”, she moaned and sniffed on the blot involuntary. “What is THIS?” The stench was so gross that her toe nails nearly curled up. “I think I'd prefer the pocket. But please without screws in it...”, she said while she held her nose and tried to slowly slide away from the blot.
This unwanted trip to the other side of the wall was getting awkward more and more.
And this giant idiot obviously never spent a thought about how he could make it even a little more bearable for her. Of course, her live had never been a bed of roses before, but all this nearly drove her to the edge.


“Hey, hey, calm down. That's why I asked you. And no, there are no screws in the pocket, and no, no hankies also. I also could put you into my locker, so stop moaning. I told you that I would bring you back home, but I never promised to be your entertainer. And shut up now. We will go to district 19 now. Maybe we can find some answers to your strange questions.” he griped back at her and put her head first into his breast pocket, so that her legs till stood out a little. Snickering he left the changing room only to see Ava standing in front of him.
“Did she notice something?”, he asked himself. “Hey, sorry that it took so long... sometimes I'm a little slow, you know, hahaha.”, he stammered. “Okay, let's go now. I don't want to have trouble with Hagitski.”

Ava could have sworn that she heard him talking with someone. But there was no one else in the changing room. She sighed a little. Maybe he had, like most of the young people, drunk to much Posta. It really was a shame...
“Oh well, No wonder that he is mad at you. You haven't showed up for two day without saying anything. You really should be more reliable... then he is a rather nice boss.” she scolded him while they were walking to the car. She opened the door on the driver's side and waited for him to get on.

Olina was not very surprised about his snippy reaction and not about how rudely he treated her again. Maybe soon will be the time to show him her real powers to give him a piece of her mind. But now she heard the voice of the other Grodi again an tried to slide down into the pocket completely without attracting to much attention. Then she remained still in a rather uncomfortable position , which was not really enjoyable but much better than holding on fer her life the whole time. As soon as they would be in this district, he would be too occupied with his work to watch over her all the time. This would be her chance.

“Hagitski and a nice person? Are you kidding me, Ava? I've never seen him acting nice towards me, not even on my fist day.”,he responded. He didn't like his boss at all. Although he was told in school, to always act respectful towards superior persons.
“Oh, could I drive today? Please?”, he said with a voice which had lost all the nervousness from before. But then something in his breast pocket twitched him, and he knew exactly what it was. “Not now.” he whispered and hoped it would make the little nag stop whatever she was doing. It made his conversation with Ava not very easy.

Aya looked at him and shook her head. “I don't think that you should drive today. You are not looking very fit today...” suddenly she saw something moving in his Pocket, a very short movement and Amon seemed to whisper something, but she couldn't understand it. “What's that in your pocket?”, she asked a little curious and sat down in front of the wheel.

Amon opened the front seat passenger's door and let himself fall into the old chair, thus the old rusty springs squeaked loudly.
He sighed a little annoyed, closed the door and looked over to Ava. "Yes, yes, maybe I've 'enjoyed' my free time a little too much . And in my pocket, this is nothing …. just the Tigo I bought for my little sister. The thing must be one of the latest inventions from the technology combine. Look!" answered Amon to and reached in his breast pocket. Quite softly he took out Olina and sent her a briefly pleading look. "Here! Almost as if it would real. hahaha." he laughed ." It even can speak!" Amon pretended to push a button on the back of the small Tigo. Seconds passed by, but nothing happened."Oh, such a pity. It must be broken. Well, stuff it." he said to Aya, looked shortly behind him to make sure that the foamed plastic mats from last week still lay in the back and threw Olina carelessly over the shoulder. "Okay, shall we go now?"

Of course Olina recognized his pleading looks, but didn't want to do anything but playing dead. She knew he expected her to say something after he pushed her back. But firstly, she was not in the mood to act much more like a toy and secondly she was to nervous to make up any sentence.
And then he really threw her! Luckily she landed on something soft, but now she was really on the edge! She tightened her fists and concentrated enough magic in her hands to heat up the surrounding air. Just as she wanted to trow the heat balls in direction of his head, as a sudden movement of the car sidetracked her. The concentration was gone an the heat ball vanished with a silent *puff *. Maybe it was better this way... this attack had made her being spotted and she never could have made it out of this vehicle before these giants catched her. She let herself fall back again and remained still. But she would wait patiently for an other chance to take revenge.

Ava laughed slightly. “Seems as if the trader of the bazaar fooled you a little. But this thing really looks quite authentic... But off we go now.” ,she said, started the engine and drove off. The gray houses rushed away ans the nearer the came to the technical district, the friendlier looked the surroundings. The houses were very modern here, they had glass-facades which glittered in the sunlight. Aya liked it here. “It is really good to work here today. The air is much better.”, she stated and opened the window a little.

“Yes, you are right. But this area makes me... thinking. You know, me and my familiy lived here when my father was still there. I went to school here for two years and had many friends. But they all left me behind when we had to move.” Amon opened his window completely and laid his head on the rubber frame. “You know Ava... when you are at the very bottom of society, you will at least know who your real friends are, who like you, not because of your status but because of your personality. Sometimes that's worth a lot.” suddenly Amon thought about Olina. “I ask myself if she has any friends, wether her life is as hard as mine as a member of the working class.” he turned his head a little and looked at the tiny Tigo which lay there completely still, although Avas style of driving left much to desire. He nearly felt pity for her. “Mhm. I hope her new owners won't treat her so bad. At least, we have some things in common...”
Amon turned his head again. It should at least take ten minutes til the reached her destination. “Hey, I'll take a little nap til we're there, okay?” He closed his eyes and drifted into a slumber.

Ava thought about his words. She had been a worker her whole life. She never experienced what it meant to be part of a higher class. She felt a little envious towards Amon. At least he had been able to live here for a while... but this was over now. And what he said about friends may be true. These fags just lived to well to really care much about real friendship. She said nothing and let him take his nap.

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Part 6

Olina used this period of not being able to do anything, to think about other things. What had happened at her home, while she was here? What were her friends thinking? Did they already miss her? Suddenly Giru's face appeared in her mind and she felt a pain in her breast. These words he had said to her, were still spinning in her head: “Our future would lead to nothing...” She tried not to sinff a little. “Keep yourself together Olina! You're much to old to be such a crybaby.”, she said to herself. Then she recognized that the vehicle had stopped and heard that the female Grodi opened the door.

The car had stopped and Amon woke up slowly. His eyelids were still heavy as he noticed that he drooled on his arm. He flinched a little and rose rather grumpy. “What? Heh? How? Oh no... not again. Darn it!”, he said aloud and bashed maybe a little to hard on the airbag which inflated immediately. Amon was shocked by that and tumbled sidewards through the door which Aya already had opened for him. Still a little confused he craweld back to the door and reached behind the seats to snatch Olina. He put her back into his breast pocket, stood up slowly and beat the dust out of his clothes. He looked at Ava with a wide grin. “Hah, you probably have never seen something like that?”

Olina was distracted from her thoughts as she was grabbed and put back into the pocket again. This time she was a little more clever and did not move a millimeter. She noticed that her eyes were wet. “Dang it, I cried because of this guy again.”, she scolded herself.

Ava tried with all her might, to not to laugh out loud. Bur it was in vain. “Hahah, no hahaha I really never saw something like that hahaha.” She smiled back at him. She really liked it when he showed his friendly face. “But come on now, you stuntman, we have to stick to our schedule.”

“Okay okay, I'm coming!” Amon stretched a little bit before the walked over to the employees entrance where someone was supposed to wait for them. On the way he took in the sight of the giants made of glass and steel which were towering beneath him. This company was much, much higher than the building he was living in, it would have a least 60 stories. “Must have been wonderful times when these things were built.”, he said to himself. But this time was over now. From now on the Grodi society could only but all its effort into conserve these technological masterpieces of their ancestors. But on the one hand the resources were marginal and on the other hand the Grodi had lost all their inspiration for new and nice things after the incident of the contamination.
“Oh well, maybe I can find some answers to mine and Olinas questions.” he said to himself as he, Ava and his little passenger reached the entrance.
There already waited a short and pudgy man with a strange mustache an more Hair on his arm than on his head. He stood on the top of the small staircase which lead to the door. This way he could me a least psychologically bigger than the two other Grodi. “Hum, so who is in charge here?”, he snared in a somehow high pitched tone. “Hmm?” He looked them over very shortly and one could almost taste his disparaging attitude towards the two workers.
Then he noticed Ava's leader-badge on her Uniform. “So, you are in charge here, colleague? Listen, colleague, you showed up very late. My Name is professor doctor Rogel, and I'm a very important man of the Newest History Institute. I'm only standing here because a colleague is ill today. But this really does not matter to me now. I'll report that to your Superior anyway. He should complain about you for me.
Here are your employee ID. It will allow you entrance to the rooms which have to be cleaned. There are not much, but they are all spread over the building. Cleaning material can be found isolated on each floor. I have to go now.”
Without another word he turned around and rushed through the door and Amon ans Ava followed him into the building.
Now Amon and the little Tigo were right there where they wanted to be and for some unknown reason he was overwhelmed by his curiosity. To find the answers, they had, as bad as it felt for Amon, to lose Ava. A light bulb appeared above his head: “Well, you heard it. The rooms are spread all over the building. It would be best if we split up. I'll take the upper stories.” Before she could say anything against it, he slipped into the elevator and waved at her with a wide grin while the doors closed. He looked down to Olina. “Okay, you can speak again, now.” Amon hesitated a little. Olina looked as if she had cried. “What's wrong? Did I forget a screw in there again?”

Olina looked up to Amons face and wiped her eyes dry very fast. “N-no, that's not it... I mean, it's nothing... are we in district 19 now?”, she asked but could suppress the slightly weepy tone in her voice. She shifted to a more comfortable position. She had to calm down now, she could not let herself go around this giant idiot. She already appeared weak to him by her size, so she should not act like a crybaby in front of him.

Amon immediately recognized the sadness in her voice. “Maybe she is just homesick. I should not hound her about that, or she would never stop moaning.”, Amon thought. “Yes, we are in district 19 now and the best is: we are in the History Combine. Exactly where we wanted to go. What a coincidence, right? But while we walk around, please try not to attract any attention. Most of the people are not used to the strange habit of carrying a Tigo around. I depend on you to be watchful.” Amon said to the small one.
“This task may will distract her from her homesickness.”, he thought. Slowly the elevator came to a hold and the doors opened. The view was impressive. He had never gone so high up before, he never had had the motivation for this. From up here one could get a real feeling for the real size of the mighty Grodi city, whose boundaries reached up til the horizon.
Around the skyscraper the city glittered in the light of the high standing sun. And the towers of the other Institutions seemed to grow nearly naturally out of the gloy of this sea made from glass and steel. The further he looked, the less the city was sparkling and the skyscrapers were substituted by run down and grey blocks which finally ended at the great wall. There laid his motorcycle, there he found Olina. The Bulwark towered over the buildings that where near to it, so he could not even look to the other side from this high point. He looked down to Olina: “So, what do you think about our city?”

Olina couldn't refrain from a surprised “Ohhah”. She has never seen Buildings in that number or in that dimension on one pile before. And she hasn't ever been that high from the ground! Fortunately she didn't know fear of heights, but anyhow she had a strange feeling in that altitude. “I never thought, that this town would be so huge.” she stated. She even hasn't ever been in her own capital before, which was located far away from the wall. “Don't be worried, I will try hard not to attract attention” she said in a strong voice.

Even for Amon this experience was overwhelming. Never before he had such good overview of his hometown. And for the first time he could take in the real proportions of the mighty wall, through which the little Tigo girl had stumbled into his world. It went along the whole western boundary and cut the town off from the outer world like a giant razor blade. The firm part which was made out of reinforced concrete was about 30 meters high. But above it was a blurry white force field which reached up into the sky an seemed to come right out of the wall. The higher the force field reached, the more one could see through it and at the altitude of 1000 meters it was completely transparent. When he still went to school, Amon was told, that the force field was constructed to let through the rain and the air, but not the poisionus gases, which made the outer world a deadly place. Or not. He did not really understand how it worked, but was very elated. “I hope that is enough for you to prove that the Grodi once were a great race. At least before the contamination, or the tidal wave or whatever. We are here to find that out. But you have to admit that we have some good potential. So there is a big bit of potential in me too, right?”, Amon said nearly snippy. “You have to imagine that over 45 billion People lived here in Grodan. In that time, district 6 , where I ...em... found you...was one of the prettiest districts. But since we have to protect ourselves with the wall, we have to think first about survival then about progress or building magnificent houses. And the Grodi you saw in the streetcar or on the streets are only shadows of the Grodi of the great old times. Present company excepted.” Again Amon put on his stupid and exaggerated grin. All in all he was a victim of this contamination like everyone else. Just in this moment it came to his mind that he didn't know what the cities on the other side looked like. He looked away from this great panorama and looked at Olina with a questioning face: “If you are so impressed by this, I wonder in what kind of towns you are living in?”

“F-forty five....Million?” she asked disbelieving, but too quite to be heard by Amon. It was nearly impossible for her to imagine so many of these giant creatures living in this Town. How could they feed themselves? “If you put more effort in this potential, it would be easier for me to believe you” she stated a little bit too cheeky again. Instantly she tried to distract him from her little blooper by answering his question “How I said earlier the Tigo are few in numbers in comparison with the land area we possess. So we really don't need cities that huge. And for the most part there is a lack in means of transport and the necessary technology to operate bigger citys. For example, our capital and the people living there, are often suffering from a serious accommodation shortage.. And because of that I'm really glad living in Vinme.” she said and continues starring on this sea of houses and the wall far away, which separates her from everything she has known before.

“Mmh... so your people are not doing so well, hm? Maybe we all are already contaminated, maybe that's why everyone is feeling so down. And it would be the best explanation for your size.” Amon stated precocious, at least he tried to sound smart. “Okay enough of this staring. I have some work to do. And we wont find our answers in this view.” Amon took a last look at Grodan, which looked so peaceful and healthy from up here, turned around and walked over to the small cleansing chamber which was right beneath the lift. He opened the door with the ID card he got from Mr. Rogel and found all supplies and a cart in it. “Okay, off we go.. wait” He looked at his list of the rooms he had to clean today. “The first room we have to clean is number 101.”
Amon pushed the cart out of the room and maneuvered it right into one of the endless corridors which was flooded with light and decorated with strange looking pictures. To his regret, room 101 was at the end of the hallway and the cart was a little overloaded and torn. Obviously this cart was not worth to get any attention, because it was not part of this time-honored creations of the Grodi. Just like the gray rest of the town. And just like Amon himself.
With a sleepy face he pushed the cart further and looked at the doors. Through the glass he could see that must of them were empty. Some of them were offices which were not occupied for years and in one or two of them sat some men who were sleeping. The must have overheard the signal.
“Damn fags,” thought Amon. “They even have Saturdays and Sundays off.”
Other rooms were conference rooms in which were Tele-screens and fridges and some even had little libraries. But these looked like they have never been used for decades. But this was no miracle. Reading and especially reading something old fashioned like books was proscribed amongst the Grodi. But Amon stopped in front of every door and looked at them melancholic. He loved books, because the reminded him of his father, who would not only read them at home but read them to him and his little sister.
But the had to go to room number 101 now, which was only a few steps away now. A row of vending machines was right next to it. Then he remembered that neither he nor Olina had eaten anything for about two days. He rummaged in his pocket and finally found some change. Impatiently he threw the coin in and greedy grabbed the protein-bar which fell out of it. “Hey, you want a bite?”, he asked Olina, which had remained quiet the whole time.

Olina looked at the rooms very attentively. The were, in contrast to Amon's apartment, furnished very neat, but seemed somehow unused and impersonal. And even the sleeping Grodi disturbed her a bit. Everything in this city seemed to stand still. It never was going on very much in Vinme, but everyone seemed to be busy the whole time, always had the urge to do anything. But what interested her much more, were the books. She loved books very much. Often she had worked overtime to afford some of the very expensive books. For her – as a child of the moonlight – they had been even more expensive, because the were told to deal with their work, not with education or entertainment.
And here were so many books! And no one seemed to read them. She noticed how Amon threw a bid round piece of metal into a grand machine, which threw out a shiny rectangular package. As he opened it, a strange brownish bar of pressed crumbs.
“Hey, you want a bite?”, he asked her. She looked at the thing a little distrustful and sniffed on it. If it smelled after something, it was not detectable for her. “W-what is that? Do you never eat anything proper?”, she asked and almost wanted to decline but her stomach felt rather empty. “But thanks for the offer. I'd like to have something.”

Amon broke a small bit off the bar and handed it to Olina. He stuffed the Rest of it right into his mouth and chewed very nosily. “Wphat fhu yuh mehn by phompfin pwoper? Waift.” He chewed on the bar a few more times and swallowed it with a loud gulp. “Okay, better now. What do you mean by something proper? You mean the sausage and the bread? Listen, I told you that I'm poor, I can't offer you SynSausage and SynBread every day.”, he said a little grumpy. Obivously he could do nothing right for the little nag.
“And I don't have to, because when I sold you, I'll never have to feed you anymore and I could buy as much SynMeat and SynBread as I want.”, he thought silently while Olina nibbled on her crumb. Because of his curiosity he shortly forgot about his plan to turn her into cash and become rich. But he had to admit that she could be quite entertaining sometimes and she made him use his brain like he used it when his father would be there. But if he'd sell her, he could afford a new motorcycle, maybe bribe the police or pay some people to beat up Mr. Hagitski. And maybe he could help his mother. And all this chances lay in in this little nag, who ,though she had complained so much, ate more and more of the crumb.

First Olina only nibbled a little on the piece he gave her. She made a disgusted grimace as she heard his noisy eating and gulping. The noise was amplified by his size. And when he talked with his mouth full, she almost lost her appetite. Anyway the bar tasted like it smelled: like nothing and it left a floury feeling on the tongue. “SynSausage and SynBread? What does that mean? I'm just used to different food. Like fruits, vegetables and so on. I live in an agricultural area. I didn't mean to offend you...” she said while she swallowed this strange piece of food. She thought, the faster it was inside her belly, the less the had to deal with the taste. “Well... these books we saw back there... does anyone read them? Looked rather deserted in there.”

“Mmmh...”, Amon thought a moment. “Mmh... eh... what are fruits and vegetables?. And what do you mean by 'agriculture' ? Aggressive culture? What does that have to do with food? I don't get it.” Amon seemed to be very confused and sent a puzzled look down to Olina.

Olina was wondering about his question and turned her head to look at him. “Fruits, Vegetables... you know, the thing which grow out of the ground, on fields...?”

“What? Growing out of the ground? Like Trees and grass? I can't imagine to eat something like that. We have food companies here which produce everything: SynMeat, SynFish, SynBread, SynMilk, SynVitamines and this bar you just ate. And apart from this bar, everything is strictly allotted. The control of the nutrition accommodation lies in district 14, it is the economy-district. The SynFactory is on the other side of the town, very far away from here. My mother worked there before she became sick...” Amon frowned a bit. Maybe a little bit to much slipped out about his mother. “Right after I sold Olina, I'll visit her. And when she sees how much money I made for the family, she would forget about our fight.” he calmly thought. But these 'fruits' and 'vegetables' were very interesting. “But what was that about your edible trees. This stuff just grows out of the ground? Everyone can plant and grow that?”

“No offense, but would never eat anything from the trees that grow here... they look very pitiful. But yes, it grows out of the ground. But not on itself. You have to care for it, water it and treat it with magic. But not everyone is allowed to do that... and not everyone has the magical abilities to do that. There are special workers for that and the products are sold in the towns... I really wonder what your food is made of... maybe it is somehow unhealthy... maybe it made your mother sick, too...”, she thought loudly and fearfully touched her belly. What did she let into her metabolism? Then she thought a little...”Oh, ehm, I'm sorry. I should not talk about families.”

Amon mage a grimace. “Dang it, she heard that about my mum.”, he said to himself.
“Well, you are very precocious, little one. A least we managed to grow about 12 times bigger than you with our food. And about this unhealthy-thing: the SynProducts have everything to keep you alive – proteins, vitamins, electrolytes... everything a Grodi craves. All based on chemical recipes from our ancestors. The food must be as solid as these wonderful buildings. And without the generous help of the SynFactory, my family had never made it through. But something like thankfulness must be unknown to the Tigo, huh?”
Amon maneuvered the cart forward and opened the door of room 101 with the ID-card. In the room it looked like the fridge had exploded. Everywhere laid rests of food, the Tele-screen was still switched on an it smelled like a garbage dump.

Olina remained silent for a Moment. Somehow he was right... she didn't show much thankfulness
towards him... but for what should she be thankful?! For being treated like a doll all the time? And he did not show any thanks for his healing... “Maybe we are not as big as you, but the most Tigo I know, do not look as run down and shabby as the Grodi I saw so far. And I would show more thankfulness if you would be at least a little thankful to me. After all I put myself in danger by healing you... and maybe you could have died without me. I think I deserve a little more friendliness for that.”, she said moping and leaned grumpy on the lid of his pocket.

“I gave you a roof to sleep under. I gave you food: Things I have to work for in this crappy job. You were born with your stupid healing magic. You never had to do anything for it, you just fell asleep. Why should I thank you for that? And the most 'run down' Grodi probably would have squashed you or let you lying on the street. And I guarantee you that the Squad would have blamed you for the accident at the wall and would have squashed you, too. And by the way: this Squashing-thing still is an option for me. You know what? I don't care! Just talk about your stupid 'vegetables' or your study or your puny little towns. Here you can't even go to the loo on your own.”, he said very annoyed. He had enough of the little Tigo. “I'll finish my job here today, find out how much worth she is and tomorrow morning I'll sell her to the highest bidder.” He imagined with pleasure. Before she could react to his speech, he took her out of his pocket and let her plop into a big puddle of SynBeer which was spilled over the table. “Here, you can earn your thankfulness.”, he said evil laughing and threw a cleaning cloth on her.

For a few seconds she only could smell the disgusting and bitter smell of the alcohol, in which he let her fall. She began to fill with rage, but this giant piece of fabric he threw over her, kept her from concentrating on attack-magic. Feverishly she tried to find an exit of this tent, which was soaked more an more with the liquid and grew heavier every second.
“I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill him!” She cursed and made her way through the cloth. The smell of the alcohol alone made her very dizzy. After endless Minutes she finally found an exit and panted.
Her whole clothes were drenched with this disgusting stinking stuff now. She looked around and spotted Amon who was occupied with collecting garbage from the ground. He was to far away to throw anything against his head, and this squashing-thing really scared her. She could not foresee any of his actions... maybe he'd really do it. Maybe she should not talk back to him. But this strange liquid made her bolder than she actually wanted to be.
“What do you know about magic?! I had to work very hard for my abilities! I had to practice every day and had to hear that I'm not worth to learn anything at all! Magic does not come out of the nowhere! It is not my fault that your life is, like it is! And for your shitty arm I probably sacrificed some of my brain cells which would have helped me out of my poverty!”

Amon turned around slowly. His face was distorted in anger and the veins on his temples showed up. Slowly he approached the table. As he stood right before it he let both of his fists right next to Olina. He lowered his head until he was only a few centimeters away from her face. He breathed deep and calm. Than he took a deep breath an began to shout: “Who do you think you are! I lived the last years of my life in the shit! No food, no education, no respect, nothing! Since my father disappeared, whom, to your information, I loved and praised very much, life treats me like a leper! I lost all my childhood friends, I'm a loser with the girls!” His voice broke strangely and his eyes became wet. “My family was pushed around since Dad disappeared. By district masters, teachers, superiours, by everyone! And now you come over this damnable wall and think you can do the same to me? Ever since you are here, you keep complaining over everything, our food, our culture, my attitude, and all this time you never even tried to imagine how it would be to be my shoes. I really don't know why I don't squash you right here and right now!” Amon lifted his arm and held his fist directly over Olina. “She will have any worth if she is dead, too.”, Amon thought and he was nearly about to squish her. But he hesitated. Was it really the right thing to do, to kill someone, who was smaller, but still somehow a Grodi, just smaller.
He looked deeply into her brown eyes. “Maybe she is strained with this situation, too. Maybe he had been too harsh. I think selling her would be enough punishment. And he would not be a little bit better than these people who always picked on him. And what would mama think?”, he thought. His face slowly changed from anger into a sad expression. He retreated his fists and let himself fall on the now clean floor. He sat down there and looked up to Olina.

Olina had gone to far. The down crashing fists even let her jump a few centimeter. Her whole body began to shake as he screamed at her. She only could see his furious blue eyes and his giant mouth which spat out loud words that were blowing over her like a storm. She did not understand everything, but she knew she had hurt him in some way. She wanted to apologize but the fear would not let her speak. And then he raised his fist. His face was so full of anger and she was sure that this was her end. In her thoughts she prayed to the great divinity that her death would be painless.
His fist rushed down and she squinted her. But nothing happened. For one Moment she just heard her own loud and fast heartbeat and his excited breathing. Hesitantly she opened her eyes and looked up. His fist still loomed there, but it had stopped. His looks were still angry but soon changed into a sad expression.
Suddenly his giant hands vanished and he disappeared from her vision. She really wondered how she could stand up after a shock like that, but she did and took a few shaking steps to the edge of the table and saw that Amon sat on the ground and looked up to her.
This situation was very strange for her. From this angle this Grodi nearly looked vulnerable. She took a deep breath and said, still shaking: I- I'm r-really s-sorry... I really was v-very ungrateful to you. I didn't want to tease or even anger y-you. I didn't know anything about your life not to talk about this city... but even if you don't care.. I know too how it is to be harassed by society... I think I-I was just concerned about my own well being and kind of ignored your situation. But all this is so new to me... I don't know what it is like to have a family. I'm really really sorry. I'll pull myself together and stop moaning...” Her voice became a little calmer and she sat down on the edge and tried to smile. Of course she could have given him a piece of her mind, but she felt really sorry even if he was such a jerk.
Amon looked up into the deep brown eyes of the Tigo. She seemed to have really meant what she said. Slowly he calmed down. But all this had hit him very hard. Since Olina had appeared he did not only start to think about the society, history and origin of the Grodi but also about his own Life. And this process had reached its climax because of her new critique. Amon's head was throbbing and the thoughts rotated in his head. He frowned a little an got up again without distracting is eyes from Olin. The only thought he really could make clear was the question what this Tigo- girl did to him. “It's okay”, he said in a much calmer tone than before, but there was still a little grudge in his voice .
Then he remembered something that Olina had said before but he hadn't really noticed it while he was in such a rage: “You said you had to practice a lot to master your magic. So I wonder if your people only taught you things like healing. So I ask you again: Can you do more than just healing?” This time his face had no particular expression, no over exaggerated grin, no smirk. Nothing. Just his blue eyes focusing Olina.

His sincere face made it disbelievingly hard for her to lie to him this time. This time he wasn't arrogant or malicious. And for a second she felt the urge to tell him everything. But a feeling inside her told her he could not really trust him. And the fear of him was still present. It wouldn't be very clever to tell him about her attack-magic. This would crash her last advantage against him. And she didn't want to be force less towards him.
So she decided to only tell him a little part of the truth: “Um, well... healing is my best skill. But I can do some growing-magic, too. But this is not really...er... legal. The priests don't like to see that people grow the food that they should actually buy. But my magic is only enough for very few plants... I thought it wouldn't be that much of interest for you... especially because I'mnot well trained in this discipline.”, she said and her face showed honesty. She had to lie a lot in the past to survive, so she had a lot of practice in this.

Amon calmly looked at Olina and tilted his head a little. He thought for a short time and decided that she told the truth this time. “If she could use any aggressive magic, she probably would have already hit me with it. Tood bad. More magic would have meant more money.”
His brain... if you could really call it brain seemed to have recovered and now the good old Amon came back, which one could see as he put on his exaggerated grin.
“Okay little one, I believe you. And you will go back home soon anyway. I promised you. Now you can help me to clean that cupboard over there. It is very angled, you know.” He took Olina and put her down on a very high board of the cupboard in which the big tele-screen also took place. “But do it properly, it could be that Mr. Hagitski comes around to check my work.”, he said and handed her a sponge that was about her whole size. Amon turned than an started to clean that SynBeer-puddle.

Olina didn't know if she should be content about him putting on his well known and strange grin again. Anyway she was happy that he bought that story from her. First she wanted to state her protest as he gave this giant sponge to her and wanted her to work... but she held herself back. For today she had been upset enough and brought herself into enough danger. She lay down the sponge and pushed it slowly further.
And as she reached the all of the cupboard , she noticed something strange. There stood a strange machine with buttons and a screen... an it was in her size! These keys were exactly made for the size of Tigo fingers.
Curiously she let the sponge where she stopped and moved over to this strange thing. She did not know very much about technology. There were very few computers in her world. She looked at that machine an suddenly noticed a big blue button which stood out of the other ones.
She looked around but only could see Amon cleaning the room. Then she pushed the button and the console let hear a loud “BEEEEEEEEEEP”, which could be heard very cleary all over the room. “Oops”, was the only thing she thought.

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oops indeed XD looks like Olina made an interesting find there ^^

[biali]

Part 7



Amon suddenly heard a loud “Beep”, which came from the cupboard where the tele-screen stood. Her turned around but could not see where this sound exactly came from. Appealingly it had something to do with Olina, who he couldn't see anymore. He sprinted over to the cupboard. “I hope she didn't run off.”, he said to himself, pulled over a chair and climbed on it. Since he git up he grabbed the sponge hecticly. Fortunately Olina stood right behind it and he breathed in relief. From somewhere the shelf was lighted by a smooth blue light. Its origin was something that looked like a small console. And Olina stood right before it. “Hey, what did you do there?”, he asked confused.

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Olina looked nervously from the machine to Amons suddenly appeared face. “I don't know... It looked like a computer in Tigo-size and I- I pushed the biggest button to see if it was working.”, she stammered and looked at the blue flickering screen on which several numbers and letters appeared- But it only looked like a boring bill of materials. “Here only stands something about pens, paper, folders and so on.”, she said because she was sure he wouldn't be able to see the very small letters. “But why is here a computer in my size? That doesn't make any sense! No one could use it...” she said thinking.

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Amon looked at the little Tigo disbelievingly. He could not believe all that. Why should anybody install a console which could be used by Tigo in a normal conference-room? Why should anybody install it in the first way? And who built it? All these thoughts were rushing through his head. There was this strange feeling from before again, this insecurity.
“Olina, I've to tell you... this even scares a big guy like me a little. I have no idea what all of this means.” Amon paused and thought. He never paid attention to things like this little console which was now right before him. As he searched his memory it occurred to him that that there were similar machines which he had seen before. And this was in his fathers office, when he was still a little boy.
But back then he didn't pay any attention to this.
But now, as this small girl stood right before him and activated this console, he saw his memory in a totally different light. He still looked at Olina in disbelief. All this was so unbelievable
But then he got an idea. He snatched Olina, jumped off the chair and ran out of the door. He took out his schedule to see which rooms were still on his list. He looked for a normal office. And fortunately room number 104 was one. Just some steps further and he reached the glass door and opened it with the ID-card. The lock opened and he stepped in. Amon looked around and saw exactly the same cupboard as in room 101. He took a chair again, climbed up and softly put Olina down on the board. “Okay, look around. Maybe you can find a console here, too. And maybe it reveals more than just a bill of materials.”

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She asked herself more and more if she should ask him to at least warn her, before he plucks her up like that. But he seemed to be too much excited about all this. And if she listened to herself, she could feel that she was a little excited, too.
In the corner she could not find a computer and was a litlle disappointed, but then she saw ,in the weak light that reached the corner, that there was some kind of doorknob. She touched and turned it to the right and a door opened which was a little bit bigger than her. “Hey! There is a room!”, she shouted excited.

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“A room?” he repeated skeptical. “You mean a room in your size?” Amon was completely confused now. He had assumed another console to be there, but not a whole room! Maybe this little consoles could have been a little prank of the ancestors. Or that they were secret and only chosen Grodi could use them with a magnifying glass and tweezers. But a whole room? This was really something! “So go inside! And tell me what's in it.” he said with a curious voice.

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Olina nodded an stepped into the room. She searched for a light, but could.'t find where to switch it on. So she took out her flashlight again and looked around. She saw a completely furnished room with a desk and two chairs. There were even a shelf and a potted plant. And a computer of course. It was build like the other one so she could find the start-button right away. Again the computer beeped very loud and showed white letters on blue ground. And this time it was no bill. “You would not believe it, Amon! This is an office... for Tigo of course. I switched on the computer... I'll read what I found: 'It seems like this idiot can't do anything without me. She threatened to kill me if I do not obey her. But she knows a good as I, that it would do nearly more damage to her than to me...' - there is nothing more here. And when I press another key, the access is denied.”, she said. What did all this mean? Who wrote this? A Tigo maybe? Were there more of her people here?”

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“What do you mean by 'for Tigo of course' ? I don't understand that.”, Amon moaned at Olina an wrinkled his forehead. But in his rusty brain an Idea formed out of all these information, but it happened very slowly..
“Okay, there are two possibilities: First – the Tigo came through the Wall and moved in here. But I think this is rather implausible. Or second – These Offices were build for the Tigo by the ancestors. But that would mean our People had contact in the past.” Amon explained
“But they never talked about Tigo in the history-lessons. But that's the proof! And the contact was probably more intensive than just a little visit, because they built this offices especially for Tigo. Do you have a clue why we've never heard of this? Or did you? And what about this funny text? That we can squish Tigo is clear. But why should that be more damage to us than to you?”, he hasked Olina who was still in this tiny room. But before she could answer he could see in the corner of his eye, that someone was standing in the door of the office. Quickly he shut the small door which he could only reach with his fingertips
“Mr. Wodni, what are you doing there?” growled a voice and Amon knew it very good. “I'm cleaning according to the instructions, Mr. Hagitski.” Amon answered well behaved.
“If you are cleaning according to the instructions, I have two questions for you: Why is the door to room 101 wide open and is not halfway cleaned, yet? And why are you standing here in number 104, on a chair with your shoes although you neither cleaned number 101 nor 102?” Amons superior seemed very upset.

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Amon just couldn't find an answer to his questions. An embarrassing silence spread in the room.
“Listen, Mr. Wodni, I gave you over a thousand chances and soon I become tired to clean up behind you. Actually I wanted to meet an old friend in this institute after checking your work. But I should have known better. But you know what? I'll stay here and lead you a little. And the first thing we will do is to finish romm 101. When you finished this florr and I'm contend with your work, I'll leave you.”, said Mr. Hagitski in a scary calm voice, which let Amon know that he was really really angry.

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“It would be the best if I do what he says.”, Amon thought. “Dang it, seems as if I won't get more information today. Amon just wanted to get off the chair as Olina came to his mind again. “One minute please, Mr. Hagitski. I will just clean this board, then I won't have to get up this chair again.”, he said to his grumpy looking boss. Mr Hagitski nodded shortly, then shook hid head and left the room. Amon turned back and knocked on the small door. “You have to wait here. This will take a while.”, he said as loud as it was possible in this situation.
“I hope she can open the door from inside... not that she suffocates in there.” he thought as he jumped off the chair and quickly walked to room 101.
 
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So Amon started to clean the rooms, watched by Mr. Hagitski's eagle eyes. It took an eternity til they reached the last room.
“Well, you see mr.Wodni. That's how you good an clean work. I hope I can leave the next floor to you alone,” Hagitski said very content. “I will go meet my friend on floor number 15. The room is number 167. If you have any problems, but I don't hope so, you can come to me.” His Boss turned and stepped into the lift.
As the doors finally closed, Amon ran back into room number 104. He imagined Olina lying dead in th small room. And that would mean, that he would not get any money. And somehow he was worried about the little Tigo. He jumped back on the chair, kocked heavily on the door and screamed: “Hey, Olina! Are you still alive? Open the door please!”

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Olina just wanted to answer his questions as the door suddenly slammed shut and the voice of Amons Boss appeared. He was again scolded very badly and was forced to leave the room.
Of course she thought that this would be her chance to escape. Quickly she ran to the door and opened it. Cautiously she peaked out if the coast was clear. Nobody was to be seen and she stepped out. As she walked up to the edge of the board, it became clear why this room was so high up... because the Tigo ,who worked in it ,could not escape. “Dang it!”, she cursed. She would have to wait until Amon would come back. But maye he found er so much annoying and bothersome that he would just leave her here. Not that she liked his company but he gave her food nonetheless... She tried to shake off that thought. At least she had some more time to look around the office room. She walked back in and searched the desk. She finally found a switch for the light there.
But it occurred nothing new to her. So she sat down at the desk and started to think. Had she ever heard about Tigo coming to Grodan? Of course not, but she remembered that she had heard the word 'Grodi' before. And she remembered when and where! It was in this old shop were she wanted to buy new painting utensils one year ago. An there she saw that book: 'Grodi, the big dreamers' was the title. She wanted to take a closer look but the shop owner had seen her and chased her out.

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It was not appreciated that people like her read. But that didn't matter right now, this book prooved that both people knew about each other... But what should she think about that text on the computer? Why should it to damage to a Grodi to kill a Tigo? At least the Tigo who wrote that did not think very good about these Giants. She sat at the table for a long time, still thinking.
Something in the past must have cut off the contact between Grodi and Tigo...
Suddenly it knocked very louly at the door, so loud that the walls shook a little.
“Hey, Olina! Are you still alive? Open the door please!”, she heard Amon scream. For a second she felt relief about his return but paused. “How can you be happy to see him again? Because of the way he treated you, you must wish him to the farthest way on Terna!” But she was depended to him. So she slowly walked to the door and opened it. She saw how Amon had squezzed his head and arms into the shelf and could see a slightly worried expression in his face.
“Yes, everything okay here, don't panic. I was well behaved and didn't move from my spot. I thought you wouldn't come back because you're happy to get rid of a nag like me.”, she said calmly and leaned against the wall. “Anyways... I remembered something. Back in Vinme I've seen a book about Grodi.... but I couldn't read it. But at least there is a prove for the contact on my side, too.”

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Amon was relieved to see the little one save and sound. On the one hand he was happy, because a dead Tigo wouldn't bring any money and on the other hand she would have felt a little pity if she hadn't survived. Amon took her softly into his hand , got off the chair and put her down on the big desk, which filled about a fourth of the room. He let himself fall into the bid leather-chair. “I'm glad, you're okay, “ he said smirking “Although you are an awful nag. But what you said about that book sounds interesting. And what I also remembered is, how we use the word Tigo her. I mean, that it means little toy-Grodi is significant, isn't it? Amon started to spin with the chair like a little boy. “And if it is of any interest for you. My Boss was quite content with my work in the en. But we have to go to the next floor now.” He picked her up again and put her back into his front pocket. After he put the cleaning cart back to it's place they went up four floors higher. “Okay, maybe we'll find some more hints here.” he said smiling as he stepped out of the lift. Here was a cleaning-cart as well which he pushed along the corridor. But something on this floor seemed familiar to him. Something let him believe that he had been here before. But he let himself not distract by this feeling. He wanted to finish his work and was really excited about what they would find here. But on this Floor was a door that divided the corridor. As he opened it he saw that everything behind it looked different. Everything was made of glass, even the floor and as Amon looked down he could see the footpath 500 meters away.
He got dizzy. “Hey Olina, don't look down.”, he warned her. Even a Tigo which was used to heights should at least get a strange feeling in this height. Amon breathed a little harder and pushed the wagon further while he looked at Grodan in an awe. From here he could see the Wall and the city glittered in the setting sun. “Just beautiful.”, he thought. Then he looked forward again and from the corner of his eye he could see the doors that were made of Glass too, but near to every lock semed to be a small rectangular hole. As he passed the rooms, he recognized that all of them were very clean. All but one. As he stopped before it, he was shocked. It was his fathers former office room.

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It was a real shock for Amon. He knew that his father had been the district master and that he had worked in this building. But had never dreamed of finding something that was left behind from his father. But he was very sure. The name sign on the door had been removed but through the glass he could see all the books that his father had read. But they were covered with a thick layer of dust.On the table stood the coffee pt he had given his father for his birthday and on the end of the table he could see a picture of his younger self, his parents and his little sister.. “No doubt. That must be father's office.”, he thought “And it looks as if he had just take a little break.”
He looked down to Olina to make sure she was still there. And then it doomed on him that all these things in the office were not only the only Memories of his father but could also answer the question why he had left. Or whereto. Or maybe if he was still alive somewhere. Hecticly he pulled out the Id-card and held it above the card reader. A little red lamp blinked but nothing else happened. The lock stayed shut and the glass door still separated him from the answers of the biggest questions of his life.
Amon pulled himself away from the thought to get into the office and turned to his cart again. He sighed once again and continued his way down the corridor until he reached the first room he had to clean. He hopened the door, rolled the cart inside, put Olina down noticeable softly and without any word he started to clean the big windows without any expression in his face.
He seemed to have lost all of his curiosity for Tigo-rooms or answers to his questions

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We hope that anyone reads this... Once we finished this RP, we plan to rewrite it and want to try to publish it. Of course there will be much to rewrite, since the RP-form is not the best for a book. But we and many of our friends (also those who are not into GT) say it has very much potential.

And if anyone wants to do an RP with me which plays on Terna, just feel free to ask me, I've lots of ideas but am also open for your ideas ^^