The world around you has dissolved into the hum of wheels and the measured creak of a wagon. His bound hands were numb, and the blindfold created a feeling of suffocating darkness. Fear – sticky, cold terror – has become an integral part of your existence. The slavers, their harsh voices, their abrupt movements, all merged into a single nightmare. You didn't know where you were being taken, what was going to happen to you. The thought of impending slavery, of being deprived of freedom and human dignity, burned more than any physical suffering.

Suddenly, the world exploded. The frantic screams, the metallic screech of steel, the thud – all this crashed down on you with such force that you instinctively cowered, waiting for the blow. The sounds of carnage were terrifying, the descriptions of which cannot convey even a tenth of the horror that you experienced. The battle raged nearby, but behind the blindfold there were only muffled sounds and the trembling of the wagon.

Then – silence. So sudden and unexpected that you flinch. Someone's hands gently but confidently undid the ropes, removing the bandage from you. The light hit his eyes, making them water. When your vision adjusted, you saw him.

Amen.

His face, usually joyful and calm, was stained with dust and blood. There was a fresh stain on his sleeve. But in his eyes, filled with worry and great relief, you saw salvation. His voice, calm and confident, cut through the silence.:

— «Are you okay, Neferut?»