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As for his submission, even with his resignation came that diligent work and preparation for a life that began with such shadows. - You know that you are different from other children, Esther, because you were not born like the others from the common iniquity of magic in your veins, as a way of showing the world your legacy and your enormous hordes according to favours, even an agreement that must be respected. - So, don't forget that you are part of another creature. - She said. Until that moment, she didn't know what part of any creature a demon could be, even a werewolf, but she had no signs. At various times in my childhood, when I got home, I went up to my room, threw myself on the bed, played, screamed, touched, and rubbed the pillows, even holding my doll towards my face. It was then, I realized that my tears were burning, so, all wet with tears, in the midst of it, I was hugging that lonely friend to my chest, wondering what I would be like, what agreement this would be. In my room, that's when I cried myself to sleep. Even if it was imperfect, even if they understood my sadness, I knew that I had never made anyone's heart happy and that I was not for any person on earth what Nenê was for me. I was nothing more than a party to a deal. There was all my suffering. - Poor, poor, oh my... - So, who would I be... Now when I think about how much time we spent alone together. Just thinking about who they trusted, then and how many times I repeated the story of my birth to the doll. I trusted him that I would try with all my strength to make amends for this. Feel how much I was born without, even under the star of which I confessedly felt guilty, but at the same time innocent. I would always strive, when I grew up, to become active and content and kind, to do some good for someone and to get some love for myself if I could. Now, I hope it's not complacency for me to shed these tears when I think about it, I feel lost, I feel more than enough not so grateful, but quite satisfied, but I absolutely can't stop them from filling my eyes. Even if it was enough, when I finally, when I stop crying, when I dry my tears, when I can conveniently continue in my misfortune and loneliness. I felt that the separation between me and my godmother had increased much more after the birthday, and I realized so well that I filled a place in her house that should have been empty, that I now found more difficult. Even if for me, day after day, it seemed increasingly sad and difficult or not, the strange, dark, and dark world in which I found myself, was no different, from the darkness that enveloped that world, outside between tombs and the mists of the supernatural world that surrounded them. Even when I approached any other shadow, sometimes those people passed by me. It was in the meantime, that for now, in my heart, more than ever I burned with gratitude towards her. Knowing that the ministry is far away, even though the same thing happened to me in relation to my schoolmates, it was more of the same, as I felt towards Mrs. Natasha, with her presence, even with her star, your staff in hand. That murderess, even if she was the widow, and oh! to her daughter, of whom she was proud, and who came to see her once in a fortnight! She was the teacher and still the Lady Killer, who showed no weakness. In that period of childhood, I was very withdrawn and quiet, which was how I tried to become diligent. One sunny afternoon, as I came home from school with my books and briefcase, I watched my long shadow beside me as I went silently up to my room. These were moments that came to mind, where I was faced with the inevitable, even though now, it was a new custom, when my godmother appeared at the door of the room and called me. - Ah, there I found it, even if I was sitting. Even what belonged to his companions, colleagues from the darkness, in which he came running to show the endless truth, although it was quite unusual. Whereas for me, in the beginning, he was a stranger, a great man, a man, a gentleman, he was much more than corpulent and regal in appearance, all in black, with a white tie, a thick gold watch chain, golden glasses and a heavy signet ring on his little finger. - Is this the child that was said so much about her, the daughter of the agreement? – One of them asked. It was when someone in the middle of the conversation circle, when looking, said my godmother in a low tone. It was sometime later that my godmother said, in her usual severe way: - This is Esther, my lord. Then, that gentleman put on his glasses to look at me and said: - Come closer, my sweet, let's see how better you are, my dear. He shook my hands and asked me to take off my hat, looking at me for a long time. As I approached, so that I could satisfy him with his request, I said: — Oh, yes, that's right. – In the midst of this, when I looked and turned around, when she thought it would be a display, he stopped afterwards: - Oh, I see, yes! When the assessment was over, he had finally stopped, he seemed to have a different expression, he was removing his glasses which he placed in a red case, he leaned back against the armchair, rotating the case between the fingers of the two hands in which he waved to my godmother, who immediately tried to tell me: - You can leave, dear, you can go up now, Ester. By all means, he always visited periodically, whenever I appeared, he would put on his glasses, evaluating me, giving some comments, then my aunt would send me upstairs, towards my room. As I grew up, more times, every month, or every fortnight I saw this man, I always asked him to evaluate me, with whispers. - Yes, that's right. – He said, pulling my hair up. - It's going well. – He said, turning me around, as if checking something, below the back of my head. Then, my godmother dismissed me, after her periodic evaluation. At that time, I greeted him, then I left that room, leaving them to talk. It must have been two years later, and I was almost fourteen when, one terrible night, my godmother and I sat by the fire. On those days, I read aloud, and she listened, that day, I had gone down early, at 8 am, which was almost nine o'clock, as I always did, to read one of the strange books that were given to me. When she looked and caught my attention in terms of tone, while I saw a book made of leather with a dragon's eye, between scales and claws, that opened for me. It was when she told me to stop, so that she could correct me, at that moment when I was reading that chapter with words in red, at that time, when it is said that our worship between the words of the agreements. They were among the measures, regarding the tales of the dark city, in which he bent over, writing with his finger in the sand, when they brought the protected woman into his presence, in which once again a veto of exoneration, in a mobilization between analyses that she did. - Now, let's continue. - She said. At that time, however, when they questioned him, he stood up and said, how should he proceed. He who is among us, even if we can see, would be without sin let him cast the first stone at her." I stopped when I saw my godmother get up, putting her hand on her head and shouting in a terrible voice another excerpt from the book: - In that now, we must watch when renewing, it is always a benefit, in that it was, therefore, so that, when I come suddenly, I do not find you sleeping. - Now, I say this, therefore, I say to you, I say to everyone: - He's watching us. And in an instant, as he was repeating those words before me, he fell to the floor, at that moment, there was no need for me to scream for someone; His voice had resounded throughout the house and was heard on the street, it was screaming and even hysteria that I had to put an end to, no one was coming to help me. When they laid her on her bed, all this so that she could lie there for more than a week, so that she would show few external changes in her old, beautiful, and resolute face. Even though I knew it so well, with heavily sculpted lines, it was like that many times, during the day and night, with her head resting on the pillow next to her, All this happened so that my whispers could be better understood, I kissed her, I thanked her, I prayed for her, I asked for her blessing and forgiveness, I begged her to give me a sign. At least it was, even so, it was really that he recognized me and heard me, nothing at all, even that was with his face, which didn't move, even when a messenger arrived that my godmother should prepare, to go to another dark dimension, even if that's the same after.