Revenge corresponds to our first thinking emotion, it is fully justified by the death of our copies, they cannot be called anything else, they do not hatch until one of us dies and at that moment a little monstrosity is born with all the memories of the previous one, which more than anything else were reduced to emotions, sensations, where to eat, when, where it is safe, in short, nothing that we did not experience before, until he arrived.
None of us could attack him, our instincts recognized him as someone to give way to, and even if we wanted to, we knew or felt that it was lethal to face such an enemy, we were lucky that he just passed by, our nests were not touched, even when the oldest of us offered him eggs to go away, We feared the disappearance of the thirty that we are, he only returned them and entered this place of stone, after a while we began to think, to realize that we understood our environment and the condition of hunters, nothing that we did not assume, only that it was done at an unconscious level, now finally the Nagas understood.
The name was not given by us, it came from those who created us, the same ones we did not appreciate because our men were very far away from us, although the young girls desperately go through the cracks hoping to find one who will take us to where they are, we always grow and the cracks become inaccessible, It was a task that we inherited to the next one to reincarnate, but with him there we asked for our needs, the one who had a greater number of reincarnations says we did it that way, we do not know if it worked, we were unconscious of the rest, later we stopped smelling it, but maybe we forgot.
The next day someone came, he smelled like the fearsome warrior who had stayed here, I saw him as a threat, he seemed very small, but attacking him with what I always use to knock down even deer had no effect, before I knew it he was already on the ground, he turned his back to me, he did not seem to be worried about me, then I felt, I was ashamed of my weakness, however, he entered and did not touch anything in the hallway, he went into the building, soon after we heard and felt warmth in the building, there was life again.
During the day we could feel heat and cold, the smell of hot metal, the pungent aroma of dwarf working, the smoke of coal, even without talking, the eldest began to talk, her memories were sensations, we never shared them unless there was a threat, however she did, she told us that they made her arrive with a male to this cave, the male fertilized the eggs and from there we were born, but at the time something happened to his partner, he stopped being active and became food, We were many but she says that the cave was full of food that smelled the same as the one that now inhabits the construction, all were chopped, we could eat and grow, but we did not know partner for the eggs, these remained many years like that, until one day one of the elders was confident and attacked some wild boars, when she died one of her eggs broke and from there she came out, it was very strange, we all felt her but she was not there, only a small naga that could not transmit more than a feeling of surprise.
When night comes she finally tells us what happened with the food, with those dwarves, the magic they used on them was poisonous, a fog filled the whole place, when anyone came out they were attacked by those who traveled with her, she says she even traveled in chains, she had no freedom, men entered and the place began to fill with the warm taste of blood, those who entered came out smelling different, they did not look stable, they did not seem difficult to catch but not worth it either.
At night we understood what the first one who arrived told us, he wanted us to help him, to be ready, there was a threat (he said), he had the duty to face it, but you only have to help him to be able to do it, but an aroma alarmed us, it was the same aroma of the clumsy, of those who killed defenseless people, We learned from what he told us, now our mind puts us in their place, the words, the emotions, at that moment we did not use them, but we already knew that we could do it, then the eldest used an emotion, it was very strong, A sad and melancholic aroma, disappointment, she told me what she feels for the warrior is disappointment, after a while I see that she no longer smells what she called liquor, she asks us to take him to bathe, to rest, we all get wet but she says the spring water is not enough, She tells us where and we begin to transmit the tranquility of the designated place, a shower where the dwarf returns to smell like a living being, not a crust of dirt, coal, not to mention the spicy and dark aroma of something that neither she nor we had smelled before.
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In the morning we were getting ready to hunt when some noises frightened us, boots, many boots, carefully telling us that they were mad men, bad men, we all ran to the building, the cracks could not hide us completely, we ran and got into the rooms, into the cracks that age had left in the place, from there we heard their arrival, We felt more than seeing the attack of the old Naga woman, we heard her die, what was worse, we felt her eggs break, every single one of them, her ability to continue to talk to us, to be there when we were born was gone, at that moment we all had an aftertaste of acid in our mouths, we smelled spicy, that was the emotion, revenge.
I thought about going after them like that, but we couldn't, not after seeing through the cracks and looking at their broken claws, we had no chance with our hands... but we didn't depend on our hands anymore, did we? Cautiously I move my fingers, yes, we have five, with claws, but they are five and they are articulated, I see the dwarf entering the scene, he is defending the body and our I's from being destroyed by those brutes, with strange calm I see them with things on their skin, I am sure they are not original to them, I saw them with the dwarf, they wear them to protect themselves... Why not us?
Following the smell of metal, we discover many of these things, some of them are left, others are very thin or corpulent, but we use them to take care of our chest and head, now the weapons, a few swords, some knives, and even about ten decided to stay with something they called crossbows, they shoot a dart, they saw them among the attackers and plan to use them against those who bring cloth behind the backs of the armed.
As the fight of the dwarf against the rest progresses I see that he is really powerful, he could not have defeated him or us thirty if he had proposed it, all his enemies fly away or are left on the ground as food, but I smell his fatigue, they are many, with all that he achieves that the cave burns and then it cools down, fortunately we are warm-blooded, otherwise the cold would have stopped us. As we go down to help them, I hear and feel the smell of the storm, a shock so strong that I even see sparks running through the weapons we brought, when we come out we see the unconscious dwarf, weak but alive in a corner, in the background six warriors with armor and about ten more without running around celebrating, They mocked him, laughed, as if losing fifty men was worth it if only one fell on the other side, there I stopped feeling like revenge, now everything was a taste of red, dark, a color and flavor of hatred, without saying anything we all jumped to attack.
I'm sure they didn't expect us, one of them raises the alarm, the warriors stop laughing, they put their shields in front of us as a defense, but a shield, no matter how thick, is nothing against someone who gets in the cracks, before mine knew what was happening I slipped between his legs and my sword rose from underneath until he was pierced and killed, not all of them had the ease I had, some managed to cut but only in legs and arms, then I see that in the background they are all singing, The smell they emit is like hot metal, it is not good, the one who died warned us that this smell was magic and had killed everyone here, I point them out as a danger and at that moment the crossbowmen shoot them, only five of them fall, but on this side they had already done something, the wounds of the enemies had healed and it was more difficult to pierce them with our swords, I ordered five to go over the enemies without armor and I joined the attack on the remaining ones.
As I approached, I saw them suffering from the blows of the weapons, the shields hit their tails, it is very painful because there are many organs there, but they did not give up, I barked orders and they obeyed me, one after another they held the arms of the warriors, they sank knives in the cracks, in the eyes where flesh was seen, the blood gushed in great quantity, at that moment I felt five more suffering.
There is only one cloth left alive, it is covered with light and it throws whips that hurt my sisters, all the warriors are dead but it keeps hurting us, it could even kill them, I don't know if there are any eggs left of them, if not I will lose them, we will be less than 29, we will be even more alone. They all shoot, but nothing goes through the light, the smell of their magic is stronger, I can only hope that our eggs survive, I want to find the dream of our old friend, find the males, have different nagas, I don't want to die... a sound comes from behind me, it's a whisper, I can see a black spot, it goes through the light as if it doesn't exist and hits the head of the bearded mage, he is dead before he falls.
When I turn around, I see the dwarf, he is on his knees with his hand outstretched, he is still dying, he had thrown his hammer, he saved us, but when I go to thank him, Chapatrueno (that is how I call the one who arrived earlier) says "thank you" and falls asleep, a warm feeling covers me, it is sweet and slightly melancholic, among all that he taught us, the one who will no longer be with us is this feeling, this feeling is called joy, or maybe it is more appropriate ... hope.