Chapter 186: Memories (3)

Eira began to concentrate again, focused on how to escape, she felt that this sensation could be of help, although it was a stabbing sensation in the back of her neck, as if something was approaching, something dangerous, it also felt like something familiar, she could not describe this sensation.

“gggwaaaahh!!”

Suddenly, the wagon stopped again, and this time, a scream pierced the night. It was not a cry of command, nor of anger. It was a scream of pure fear.

The children clung to each other, and Eira felt her heart hammering in her chest. She clutched Selene, trying to protect her, while the screams outside multiplied, becoming a chorus of horror.

Suddenly, everything was silent. An absolute silence, broken only by the noise of the tarps moving in the wind.

Eira could hardly breathe. She didn’t know if she should feel relief or more fear. She wanted to lean out, but her legs did not respond.

Then the tarpaulins of the wagon snapped open. Eira instinctively stepped back, hugging Selene with all her strength.

Leyla appeared before them. Her figure was barely visible in the gloom, but there was something about her presence that left them speechless. Her eyes were wild, but her voice was unwavering.

“You are safe…I am already here.”

Leyla held out her hands toward her daughters, trembling, covered in something Eira would not identify.

“Mommy..” Selene was the first to throw herself into her mother’s arms, crying inconsolably.

Eira, on the other hand was motionless.

Fear was still a shadow inside her, she did not know what she was afraid of, but once she calmed down she also approached her mother and joined Selene in an embrace. within her something new. A strength and will that was beginning to be born.

That instant was when many things changed. That day, Eira did and reaffirmed many things to herself, carving her and shaping her into what she is now.

Not long after it was all over, Grandma arrived, with some other guys who looked like beastman thugs. When they arrived and saw the chaos, some even vomited at the gruesome scene, no one understood or could explain what had happened, but it was a horrifying scene, but Grandma made sure the kids didn’t see anything.

So did Eira and Selene, who, perhaps from mental stress, fell asleep in their mother’s arms as she carried them on their way home.

Leyla walked without understanding, she did not know how she had gotten there or how she had done it. Only when she had her daughters in her arms and started the walk back did she begin to process everything, but still she didn’t remember.

Grandma was quick and told those who witnessed the scene that Leyla had also been kidnapped and that was why she was there. No one doubted her because Leyla, despite her unkempt appearance, had unique features and was especially pretty. She was popular around the place, and that stood to reason.

Later, the grandmother questioned her, but Leyla could not remember what had happened either, she tried to remember when she was calmer but only small fragments of memories that did not make sense was the only thing she could remember and tried to explain as best as possible to the grandmother.

listening to her she made some conjectures and resolutely buried the matter, as long as those who were like her daughters and granddaughters were well, it was enough for her, she did not need to dig into things unnecessarily.

That day Leyla had also decided to change, they could not go on living as they did. For them, her daughters, she was determined to change and mainly she had to find a way out of that hole and give them a better future in this merciless world that had never been kind to her, her daughters deserved to be happy, with that in mind she started to move.

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Eira couldn’t remember much about that night after her mother rescued them. All she knew was that her mother had changed. From that moment on, she was no longer the same.

Eira didn’t fully understand what her mother was planning back then, but she saw how she started working together with Grandma to change the way the brothel operated.

First, they introduced a bar where women could entertain customers without having to offer other services if they didn’t want to. Her mother, inspired by stories she told of beautiful women in glittering clothes dancing, began to bring that idea to reality.

Eira didn’t know how mother knew these things, as she never explained it to her, but she seemed to know much more than her aunts. She taught them dances and ways to interact with customers, making the place a new attraction for travelers.

Over time, Eira noticed that more people visited the brothel for the entertainment than anything else. Gradually, the business began to flourish. Eira’s aunts had the option of working at other things, and many began to do so.

Merchants, low-ranking nobles and even influential people began to frequent the place, attracted by the quality of the entertainment.

There were nights when Eira would see her mother organizing a book with great concentration. When she asked, Leyla explained that it was rumors and important information she heard from clients. She said that if she could take advantage of that information, they could get even better.

At the time, Eira didn’t fully understand what it meant, but over time she realized that thanks to her mother, the place – which was now more of a bar – also functioned as a hub for contacts and information.

Everything changed gradually. Eira watched her mother become the heart of the place. Grandma eventually ceded full control to her. Leyla worked tirelessly, and Eira could tell that they were getting closer and closer to fulfilling the promise her mother had made to them: to get them out of that hole.

Now she understood what she meant, and although her mother looked exhausted at times, there was something in her eyes that shone they were no longer empty and they were shining brighter and brighter which made her very happy.

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Years later, as a teenager, her situation was better but the changes came, Eira got tired of feeling trapped. She began to run away from home and explore the streets of the capital.

On these walks she saw all kinds of people and ways of life, learning from her surroundings. However, the hatred of men that had taken root in her had not faded.

Every day, when her mother was not attentive, she would sneak out into the streets of the capital or drag Selene along with her to train in a vacant lot near the premises. They did nothing elaborate: they moved sticks or lifted heavy rocks.

Still, over time, Eira found that she could carry larger and larger stones. More interestingly, when she managed to believe the connection with Selene, their strength increased enormously, and together they could lift even the largest rocks.

At those times, Eira felt that she was capable of destroying anyone who dared to approach them.

It was around that time, just after her twelfth birthday, that her mother introduced them to someone. It was strange, because her mother always tried to keep them from having contact with “clients” if she could.

But with this man it seemed different. He was tall and had a frightening presence, but Eira was not afraid of him. She convinced herself that she could take him on if she needed to.

Over time, Eira noticed that the man began to show a particular interest in her and her sister. Once, he even followed them to the place where they used to train with the rocks.

When Eira saw him, she became alert, ready for anything. However, all the man did was smile at them before saying goodbye and leaving.

Eventually, things took an unexpected turn. That man ended up marrying her mother and adopting her and Selene. Eira would never forget the small ceremony in a large and splendid, but at the same time empty, church.

There were barely a few people present, and her aunts took up most of the space even though they didn’t take up much room. But what stuck with her most was the way two beautiful women looked at her mother with obvious contempt.

At first, Eira didn’t understand who they were. But she soon discovered that these women were the nobleman’s other wives. The idea of having to call them “mothers” did not please her at all, and she knew that they were not happy about the situation either.

Somehow, however, her mother managed to convince them of many things. It was at that moment that Eira understood that her mother had kept her promise: she had given them a decent life, away from danger and misery.

The man she suspected was surprisingly a good person, alleviating a little of the absolute hatred and prejudice that Eira had towards men, in fact the fact that she got to call him father without any problem was how much the marquis improved her hatred towards men, and the gratitude and respect she had towards him was also great.

The changes in her life from then on were clear, and all this change began that night, the night when everything broke down, but also the night when they began to heal.

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