Creator: Fium Brizaveloz<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Era el final de un largo d\u00eda, la cacer\u00eda en el Bosque Ancestral hab\u00eda sido fruct\u00edfera, pero ahora ven\u00eda la parte desagradable: desangrar y curtir el cuero de los Ogopoos. Abr\u00eda el segundo cuerpo cuando not\u00e9 que su est\u00f3mago estaba anormalmente hinchado. Perfecto! \u201cUno de esos que devoran basura… suelen traer perlas negras, y reliquias,\u201d Pero lo que encontr\u00e9 fue intrigante: una carta. Estaba intacta, como si el Ogopoo la hubiera tragado apenas unas horas antes de morir. La limpi\u00e9, me lav\u00e9 las manos, me sent\u00e9 junto al fuego y comenc\u00e9 a leer. La carta hablaba sobre una joven de Kilima. Su vida era solitaria, a\u00fan que con el tiempo logr\u00f3 acercarse a Kenyatta, quien, termin\u00f3 por aceptarla. Juntas pasaban horas charlando mientras Kenyatta trabajaba en el ayuntamiento. Su madre, Eshe, ten\u00eda expectativas sobre el camino que ella deb\u00eda seguir, y las discusiones entre ambas se volvieron cada vez m\u00e1s violentas. Un d\u00eda, Kenyatta desapareci\u00f3. Dijeron que estaba enferma, pero ella no regresaba. La joven preocupada por su amiga consigui\u00f3 trabajo en la casa de Kenli. Los desastres que Tau causaba all\u00ed eran la excusa perfecta para acercarse m\u00e1s a la verdad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Entonces comenz\u00f3 la m\u00fasica. El \u00e1lbum favorito de Kenyatta, de “Los Boys\u201d, sonaba sin cesar, pero hab\u00eda una canci\u00f3n que ella detestaba, una que siempre saltaba. Ahora, esa canci\u00f3n sonaba con las demas. Algo no estaba bien. La joven confront\u00f3 a Eshe, pero est\u00e1 de forma calmada pero con una expresi\u00f3n fr\u00eda y voz suave, le dijo: \u201cLinda, no sabes de lo que est\u00e1s hablando.\u201d y con una sonrisa, a\u00f1adi\u00f3: \u201cVen, te lo explicar\u00e9 mientras tomamos un t\u00e9.\u201d En el jard\u00edn, Eshe abri\u00f3 una caja con dulces de aroma embriagador. Mientras com\u00edan, Eshe le explic\u00f3 que Kenyatta hab\u00eda sido enviada a otra ciudad, bajo el cuidado de la duquesa. \u201c\u00bfY la m\u00fasica?\u201d, pregunt\u00f3. \u201cAh, eso… fui yo. Extra\u00f1o tanto a mi hija.. As\u00ed siento que ella a\u00fan est\u00e1 conmigo.\u201d Ese \u201ca\u00fan\u201d hel\u00f3 le helo la sangre. Eshe la mir\u00f3 y dijo: \u201cBueno, ya basta. El resto te lo contaran cuando despiertes.\u201d La joven intent\u00f3 levantarse, pero todo gir\u00f3 a su alrededor y se oscureci\u00f3. Despert\u00f3 en un lugar h\u00famedo, pasaron horas hasta que alguien se acerc\u00f3, la puerta se abri\u00f3 y una luz tenue revel\u00f3 una figura: era Kenyatta y estaba a salvo! \u201cTen\u00edas que ser t\u00fa\u201d, dijo ella con tristeza. Luego e sent\u00f3 frente a los barrotes y le conto una historia. Su familia estaba maldita. Eshelon, su primo, hab\u00eda heredado la maldici\u00f3n por ser el primog\u00e9nito masculino. Cada cinco a\u00f1os, deb\u00eda recibir un grupo de humanos jovenes pero devilitados, para cazarlos. \u201c\u00bfCazarlos?\u201d, pregunt\u00f3 la joven, horrorizada. \u201cS\u00ed. Y t\u00fa, hermosa, ser\u00e1s el platillo principal.\u201d dijo Kenyatta con una sonrisa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La joven no pod\u00eda creer lo que o\u00eda. Kenyatta explic\u00f3 que ya ten\u00edan cinco v\u00edctimas, pero que una muri\u00f3 y como ella estaba sola y vulnerable. Fingir su desaparici\u00f3n fue solo un detalle s\u00e1dico. \u201cPude drogarte cualquier d\u00eda, pero con esto hice trabajar a mi madre, rio, as\u00ed todos ganamos.\u201d \u201cDisfruta tu estad\u00eda y cuando \u00e9l te capture, trata de luchar. Tal vez, si lo haces con suficiente fuerza, Eshelon te devore antes de que sientas demasiado dolor.\u201d Y se march\u00f3. La joven grit\u00f3 pero nadie vino a ayudarla. Un d\u00eda, junto al trozo de pan que le daban, apareci\u00f3 un sobre con pluma y papel, y escribi\u00f3 esto que ahora tienes en tus manos, ella hab\u00eda que no conseguir\u00edan ayudarla, pero tal vez alg\u00fan d\u00eda alguien encontrar\u00eda la carta y conocer\u00eda la verdad sobre esa maldita familia. La carta no ten\u00eda fecha ni nombre. \u00bfCu\u00e1nto tiempo paso desde que fue escrita? \u00bfQui\u00e9nes eran ellos? El \u00fanico nombre que reconoc\u00ed fue Eshelon\u2026 el anciano padre del actual alcalde de Kilima. Me qued\u00e9 mirando la carta \u00bfY si era verdad? \u00bfY si no era solo una historia escrita por una mente rota? Volv\u00ed a mirar el cuerpo del Ogopoo. Su carne a\u00fan tibia, su est\u00f3mago abierto como una boca que hab\u00eda escupido un secreto. Me levant\u00e9, con la carta en la mano, y la tir\u00e9 al fuego. Hay verdades que nadie necesita que salgan a la luz. Fin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Letter That Came from an Ogopoo’s Stomach<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the end of a long day. The hunt in the Ancestral Forest had been fruitful, but now came the unpleasant part: draining the blood and tanning the Ogopoo’s hide. I was opening the second body when I noticed its stomach was abnormally swollen. Perfect! “One of those that devour garbage… they usually bring back black pearls and relics.” But what I found was intriguing: a letter. It was intact, as if the Ogopoo had swallowed it just hours before dying. I cleaned it, washed my hands, sat by the fire, and began to read. The letter spoke of a young woman from Kilima. Her life was solitary, although over time she managed to get close to Kenyatta, who eventually accepted her. Together they spent hours chatting while Kenyatta worked at the town hall. Her mother, Eshe, had expectations about the path she should follow, and the arguments between them became increasingly violent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day, Kenyatta disappeared. They said she was sick, but she didn’t return. The young woman, worried about her friend, got a job at Kenli’s house. The havoc Tau caused there was the perfect excuse to get closer to the truth. Then the music started. Kenyatta’s favorite album, “Los Boys,” played incessantly, but there was one song she hated, one that always came up. Now, that song was playing with the others. Something wasn’t right. The young woman confronted Eshe, but with a calm but cold expression and a soft voice, she said, “Linda, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” And with a smile, she added, “Come, I’ll explain it to you over tea.” In the garden, Eshe opened a box of intoxicatingly sweet sweets. While they ate, Eshe explained that Kenyatta had been sent to another city, under the care of the Duchess. \u201cAnd the music?\u201d she asked. \u201cOh, that\u2026 it was me. I miss my daughter so much\u2026 It makes me feel like she\u2019s still with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That \u201cstill\u201d chilled her blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eshe looked at her and said, \u201cWell, that\u2019s enough. They\u2019ll tell you the rest when you wake up.\u201d The young woman tried to get up, but everything spun around her and went dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She woke up in a damp place. Hours passed before someone approached. The door opened, and a dim light revealed a figure: it was Kenyatta, and she was safe!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt had to be you,\u201d she said sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she sat down in front of the bars and told him a story. Her family was cursed. Eshelon, her cousin, had inherited the curse for being the firstborn male. Every five years, he was to be given a group of young but weakened humans to hunt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHunt them?\u201d the young woman asked, horrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes. And you, beautiful, will be the main course,\u201d Kenyatta said with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The young woman couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Kenyatta explained that they already had five victims, but one died, and she was alone and vulnerable. Faking her disappearance was just a sadistic gesture. \u201cI could have drugged you any day, but with this, I made my mother work, Rio, so everyone wins.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEnjoy your stay, and when he captures you, try to fight back. Maybe, if you fight hard enough, Eshelon will devour you before you feel too much pain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And he left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The young woman screamed, but no one came to help her. One day, next to the piece of bread they had given her, an envelope appeared with a pen and paper, and she wrote this, which you now hold in your hands. She knew they wouldn’t be able to help her, but maybe one day someone would find the letter and learn the truth about that damned family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The letter had no date or name. How long had it been since it was written? Who were they? The only name I recognized was Eshelon\u2026 the elderly father of the current mayor of Kilima.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared at the letter. What if it was true? What if it wasn’t just a story written by a broken mind?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked back at the Ogopoo’s body. His flesh was still warm, his stomach open like a mouth that had spat out a secret. I stood up, holding the letter, and threw it into the fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There are truths that no one needs to see brought to light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The End.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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