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Tout a commencé par une demi journée d’attente avec mes lourdes valises dans la cour du foyer.  » Le monsieur qui détient les clefs n’est pas encore là « , m’ont-ils dit. Vers 19h, on me fournit enfin les clefs. Je monte et j’ouvre la chambre : 3m x 3m de superficie environ, deux lits, deux petites tables, deux placards et deux étagères accrochées aux murs, le tout entouré par des murs exhalant fort l’humidité, et aménagés d’une façon ridiculement ingénieuse pour que ces 3m x 3m puissent contenir tous ces meubles et deux personnes en plus. D’ailleurs, il ne nous restait qu’un espace d’environ 200cm x 50cm de libre où on pouvait poser les pieds sur le sol puisque mon bureau était collé à mon lit qui lui même était collé de sa largeur au lit de ma binôme de chambre, et aux murs sur les deux autres cotés.

Comprendre le règne du foyer m’a assommée d’un malaise insurmontable; commençons par l’eau chaude des douches disponible 3 fois par semaine seulement. Et puis, et même quand tu acceptes de te doucher à l’eau froide, l’électricité des douches ne te laisse pas faire. Elle n’est disponible que pendant les jours consacrés à cet événement devenu tant attendu. Mais tant pis, tu dois apprendre à vivre avec ta sueur deux ou trois jours même en plein été.  Bien-sûr, les toilettes sont collectives ainsi que les éviers de chaque étage qui, quoique généralement bouchés, servent à se laver les visages le matin,et les assiettes graisseuses de leurs sauces rouges, souvent tenaces sur ses parois blanches, le soir.

Chaque jour, le foyer ferme ses portes à 20h et tu dois programmer ta mort sociale et culturelle selon l’horaire de ce grand et morose portail de prison. Et si par mégarde tu te présentes devant ce dernier après 20h, il faudra que tu commences à chercher où passer la nuit sinon, bon courage pour éveiller la pitié des portiers qui eux seuls peuvent te laisser entrer. Et oui, je me suis déjà retrouvée dans la rue la nuit parce que je me suis aventurée à la découverte de la vie nocturne de Tunis jusqu’à 22h. J’ai fini par passer la nuit effondrée sur la table d’une cafétéria à l’aéroport, ouverte 24h/ 24, pratique et très répandue chez les étudiants qui se retrouvent sans toit. Le lendemain, dès les premiers signes du petit matin, je me suis présentée devant le portail du foyer ,c’était un dimanche à 6:30, il était encore fermé .. 7h, ils dorment encore… 8h, exaspérée, j’ai frappé à la porte, le concierge m’a ouvert avec la mauvaise humeur de quelqu’un à qui on a arraché un profond sommeil. Et malgré mon état lamentable et ma simple revendication d’un lit chaud, j’ai eu droit à un questionnaire hostile et inquisiteur avant de pouvoir rentrer:  je lui ai dit que j’ai passé la nuit chez ma tante pour m’en sortir.

Dans les foyers étatiques, des règles interdissent d’utiliser tout appareil électronique susceptible de consommer beaucoup d’électricité , ne nous laissant le droit qu’aux chargeurs des téléphones et des ordinateurs portables. Bien sûr, personne ne respectait cette règle. Une fois les portes de nos minuscules cellules fermées, tout le monde profitait. Presque chacun avait chez lui au moins un sèche cheveux et une plaque chauffante (ou une résistance, comme on l’appelle aussi). Je pouvais accepter toutes les concessions à faire vis-à-vis de mon confort, mais pas celle de me passer de la plaque chauffante parce que, figurez-vous, madame ou monsieur dressant ces règles, qu’on n’est pas des rongeurs à poils denses, et que la nuit, collées sur nos chaises de bureau pour réviser, on a vraiment froid. Cette sacrée plaque chauffante ne servait pas qu’à ça; elle nous servait aussi de cuisinière. En effet, sur environ 7 blocs à 5 étages chacun, il n’y a qu’une seule cuisine très éloignée où on trouve que des cuisinières. Pouvez-vous vous imaginer voyager chaque nuit avec vos casseroles et votre nourriture jusqu’à la cuisine pour préparer votre dîner? Les étudiantes avaient du mal à appliquer ça donc la cuisine était toujours tellement inutile et déserte qu’elle me servait de paisible salle de révision.

Vous ne respectez pas les règles invivables de ce foyer ? On ne respecte pas votre intimité, c’est aussi simple que ça dans leurs têtes. De temps en temps, les dimanches très tôt alors que les étudiantes dorment encore, une surveillante tape un ou deux coups assourdissants sur la porte, tourne une clé dans la serrure, entre en toute furie , les assomme de cris et leur confisque tout appareil électronique non permis : C’est leur façon de souhaiter une bonne journée.

Les derniers jours au foyer m’étaient encore plus insupportables que les premiers jours d’adaptation; Vu qu’il n’y avait pas beaucoup d’espace libre dans la chambre, je partageais mon lit avec ma valise qui était allongée plus confortablement que moi sur le bord du lit. Alors que moi, la nuit, je dormais les pieds suspendus sur elle. J’ai fini par avoir des maux de dos et de cuisses insupportables et j’ai dû quitter le foyer sans me retourner en arrière.

Avant, quand j’ai quitté ma famille pour poursuivre mes études à Tunis, je vivais naïvement chaque mésaventure comme un événement inévitable et totalement naturel justifié par ma curieuse découverte de ma nouvelle vie dans la capitale. Aujourd’hui, avec un peu de recul, je plains les autorités de nous avoir fourré dans des trous à rats, je plains le concierge qui m’a crié dessus en me menaçant de ne pas me laisser entrer par ce que je suis allé à l’épicerie d’à coté, et qu’à mon retour il était déjà 20.05 minutes. Je plains le personnel fronçant toujours les sourcils et qui n’est jamais à l’écoute d’une jeunesse fraîchement éloignées de leurs familles. Je plains ceux qui on fait le choix de l’heure de fermeture de ce foyer , très tôt à mon goût , alors que pour les garçons les portes ferment à 21h. Je les plains aussi parce qu’ils n’offrent aucune alternative pour nos problèmes; pas de cuisine équipée? Pas de restaurant non plus. Tu as faim un peu tard la nuit?  Il te faut de la chance pour ne pas trouver tes boites de conserve toutes moisies parce qu’en fait, on ne te fourni même pas de réfrigérateur. Pas de chauffage central ? Crève de froid. Je plains ma vie du premier jour au foyer jusqu’au dernier parce que j’étais triste et inconsolable, et en même temps je suis en totale admiration pour toutes celles qui ont pu surmonter tout ça et ont réussi leur années de préparatoire malgré ces conditions.

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Seeker of Fate: Part10, the last

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After the blackness of a rainy night, the golden star rose on the horizon, spreading her radiance in every direction.

She was sleeping soundly and calmly like a little child beneath a tree. This time, her ugly face half was no more. It returned to what it was once. Now, she was no different than a charming young princess with silver grey hair. The warmth coming from the sun actually did surprise her and made her wake up abruptly.

“Ehh.. It’s the sun. But this is… strange. Why am I not affected by it? And… why is my head not hurting me anymore when I’m without the mask covering my accursed face?” She touched her face to see that it was smooth and silky. “This can’t be?!” She shouted surprisingly. Besides, she saw the giant headless corpse of Perun evaporating into nothingness. That void purplish dark substance that reeked from his body was instantly disappearing under the rays of sunlight.

“I can’t remember a thing after that Immortal Prince beheaded Perun. Where did he go?” Spoke the Huntress to herself.

Under the mist that swirled thicker than the threads of silk, the Huntress stepped on. She was feeling strangely as if her sensations had returned to her. Before, she would never feel warmth or cold. Now, she was sensing every kind of refreshment and emotion.

She saw Melvim in a lesser human-sized form, tending to what was once the mighty dragon of Veles that fused together with Boran to fight Perun not so long ago.

“We were waiting for you.” Said the prince after sensing her coming.

The Huntress was however more concerned by the state of the dragon who lost most of his body as it turned all into glowing mist that was dancing around them and only its main serpentine head remained.

A familiar voice spoke from the colossus head:

“I see you have restored some of your humanity.”

“Ehh? What?” The Huntress was surprised hearing that. Humanity? She never felt related to this word at all since decades.

“That’s to be expected from the chosen of the Witch. Each Immortal had its own perk and without a doubt you were blessed by the best of them, Undead Slayer.” Said Melvim.

“But… Who is this dragon exactly? Isn’t he a mindless beast of that Immortal Veles?” She wondered.

“ Oh, that’s rude of you! I’m so sad! You did not know me yet?! I’m Boran!” Yelled miserably that voice coming from within the skull of the dragon that lost its flesh already.

“That Sun Knight?! Oh, so you were able to control the beast from within. This… this is insane! You must be a very powerful necromancer to able to do such a feat. I can’t imagine that you escaped my mystic vision without being far stronger than me.” Boasted the Huntress.

“It might not be the case. It’s far more complicated than that.” Said Melvim.

“Now, Huntress, since I will be parting soon, I have to tell you my little story.” A jade emerald spirit emerged from the skull and it was indeed the manifestation of the Sun Knight Boran.

“I’m not a necromancer, an undead, a lich or an Immortal or anything else. I’m just a ghost, a phantom who had very specific circumstances that allowed it to materialize efficiently and gain an enormous consciousness that was not supposed to be held by a phantom.” Said Boran.

The Huntress was extremely shocked after hearing that and said:

But I should have known that!? How could you ?!”

The Spirit answered:

“As I said, I had very special circumstances. It was a miracle that I was able to carry the will and the memories of the person I embodied. He was the brother of Persolis the noble who was trying to summon Perun. The two were among the very few survivors of Dazbog that was destroyed by King Triglav and his Immortal; as you can see, it became a tale of revenge. They fostered hopes of reviving the legacy of the Bringer of Culture, Dazbog, by reforming the tribe and turning it into a kingdom of its own at the expense of the current kingdom of Crodon.”

“Raymon became acquainted with the Mad Wizard Elymas and learnt all forms of dark sorceries and necromancies as well as his white magic that was used by him to hide his true nature. Boran frowned upon the new path his brother chose and decided to abandon him. He believed that restoring the tribe must be through just and honorable ways and so he left his brother thinking that he did succumb to temptation and corruption. Eventually, he died alone and in a horrible way and in his last hour, he wished if he could have done better in life; If he did not abandon his brother and if he did not give up his hope; maybe it would have been different… He then had one final desire: to free his brother from the darkness that engulfed his heart.”

“ Thus I was born; this nameless phantom that haunted the night. I was like all my siblings; a mindless being of the night created from the pain and the blood of those who died in the most miserable ways. The dying wishes of Boran became my very essence and I used them to exist until now. Phantoms don’t last for long but I was able to do all thanks to Boran’s heart.”

Melvim was lowering his head while the Huntress was speechless.

“I expect the real Boran to be so glad right now. Not only we freed him from his terrible curse but we put his sense back into his mind in the last moments of his life. If you did not notice, I never expected Death Brand to be able to weaken the Thunderer that much. It was without a doubt a weapon capable of harming the Immortals but I’m not the true master of the blade and so its potential was not revealed at all. It was Persolis who weakened the Thunderer from within and because of that he fell. Perun was wondering for the whole time why he was falling apart with every passing second and it was too late for him to realize that the “fate” he consumed was the one who destroyed his own.” Explained Melvim.

“Unbelievable.” Said the Huntress while being thundertruck.

“I wanted to thank you, kind huntress. You might not look like it but you have a heart of gold. Preserve it and keep living until the last breath. Make sure that your death won’t go in vain and that it will be so meaningful. Do whatever must be done and fulfill what you believe in. Give it all of what you got. Die for it.” Said Boran’s phantom.

“Yes, I will do.” Answered the Huntress.

“Now, back to you, Mr Immortal, I hope that you succeed in your journey. Without a doubt, you’re going to save the kingdom. Even though I’m no soul, I will be praying that you reach the end of your journey, fulfilled.” Added the ghost.

“Thank you, honorable ghost. It has been an honor fighting by your side.” Said Melvim.

“Perhaps it’s the time for me to leave. I must say that it has been fun. I never expected it to end in a cool way. I… I thought there were never happy endings to begin with but the two of you proved me wrong hehehehe. Ahh…my energy is fading… I have one last wish; don’t forget Boran and his brother no matter what. Please hold their memories within your heart… I beg of you, honorable souls!” the ghost was sobbing as he faded into inexistence.

It disappeared. No reaction was coming from the Immortal or the Huntress at first but then… the woman kneeled to the ground and one tear appeared from her left eye.

“Is this what they call sadness?” She said.

The Huntress was trying to suppress her tears but she failed to do. So she cried at her utmost.

After a moment, the Huntress was seen lying down at a tree gazing at the clear blue sky.

“Winter is over.” Said Melvim as he approached the Huntress.

“Why are you still here? Do you still have business with me?” She said.

“Yes, maybe. What are you going to do from now on? You saw by yourself the fallacy of the legend about the book of the dead and every other necromantic book out there.” Asked Melvim.

“ I have nothing in mind really.” Said the Huntress.

“Ah before I tell you about an offer, may I have my pawn’s head back?” Said Melvim.

“Your pawn’s what?! What are you talking about?” Said the Huntress with mockery.

“You ripped off his head two days ago because you thought he was an Undead while he was just a pawn of a failure like myself.” Said Melvim.

“Don’t tell me… it’s that young blacksmith?! But what if I return the skull; he must be dead already.” She said.

“Not yet. If we waste any more time, that might be the case. Just give the skull already.” He said.

“And what if I don’t, geez, the boy will die and I will have to search for another pawn after the great time I spent with him.” Said Melvim.

“So you want me to help complete your own agenda. Aren’t you a bit selfish? You warned us about the threat of the Immortals and how they want to destroy humanity and yet who knows what plan you have.” Said the rogue coldly.

“It’s all for the sake of Mankind.” Said Melvim.

“But you’re using an innocent human. Isn’t it too much?” She said.

“I know. But I had no other choice. I barely found a new candidate after fifty years and I don’t want to waste one more set of fifty years searching again.” Melvim’s speech became more frustrated.

“I won’t give it. It’s a fine material to make a new weapon for my needs, unless you have the money for it.” She said.

“Then how about a duel?” He said.

The Huntress stood up as she was surprised by his proposition.

“I never thought you were brave enough to propose that. Fine then, the one who gets disarmed loses. Magic or Mystery is prohibited.”

“It’s a deal.”

The Huntress was confident from winning because of the revelations she got. She was blessed by the power of a benevolent Immortal, the Witch. She was able to make a choice and so to decide her fate on her own.

Melvim was calm however wielding his Death Brand. “She’s absolutely a weapon master. Her poise and her grace are almost without a match. It’s of course because of the one who told her how to fight in the first place…” Thought the Immortal.

The duel ended in one strike. The Knight was capable of winning with just one move that seemed so familiar to her. It consisted of deflecting her weapon and countering simultaneously. In fact, It was a prof of swordsmanship.

“You…” She muttered, “how do you know that move?”

“What did bother you about losing to such one technique?” He answered.

“Did you know someone by the name of Scirvir?” She asked.

The Immortal was silent for a moment but then replied:

“I knew you were going to bring up that name.” Answered the knight.

Then you know him!” She shouted.

“Yes. He was after all my previous pawn.” He said.

The Huntress became suddenly mad and thrusted the Immortal using her glaive with a blinding speed.

“I see now… I see why I did suffer back then… it was because of you.” Uttered the Huntress angrily.

“Guhh… remember that this is not my real body. If you’re going to finish me off for real, you have to find my own tomb. But aside from that, it was Scirvir who accepted to be my pawn. He was truly the kind teacher you knew. And because of him, I knew a lot about you and I discovered that you were chosen by the Witch. So forgive me.” Apologized Melvim.

The woman released him from her grip and summoned her magical bag that she used to stock her “treasures”. She took out the skull of Zoran and threw it at the knight.

“Take it and be gone from my sight.” She said.

“Thank You. Now Zoran can truly resume his true journey. I still have one last request.” He said kindly.

“You still have the stomach to annoy me, coward prince?” She replied.

“Will you be the teacher of Zoran? No matter how I try to approach him, he refuses my assistance. He’s unaware of his new duty toward himself and toward the world. Would you be his guide?” Asked the prince.

And why would I accept your request?!” Yelled the Huntress nervously.

“You are not going to do it not for my own sake but for the sake of the world. Zoran is supposed to be the Ultimate Hero that will restore the legacy of the three and repel the ancient evil that doomed my kingdom long ago. There’s only one fate missing, the Sun Hero Dazbog. For now, we acquired the fate of the Thunderer with your help and long ago we obtained that of Svarog the Forge Hero. As it appears to you, the Fate of the Witch is intertwined with that of the Ultimate Hero.” Answered Melvim.

So you’re saying that I must help you because it is a part of my fate! Quit this blasphemy! I did not choose to do that and I’m the only one who has to decide on her own what to do with her own destiny!” Yelled the Huntress.

“You surely have a golden heart, Frida. I’m sure it will never allow you to abandon this world.” Replied the headless knight.

The End.

Thank you for everyone who gave this story a chance. I hope you have enjoyed it! 

 

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