Si kele onye nti chiri; enu anughi, ala

anu.

Salute the deaf; if the heavens don't hear, the earth will hear.

He walked for about three hours, as he skilfully manoeuvred puddles and mounds of mud. Nobody seemed to care that he was holding a lethal weapon and he wondered briefly what their brains must be interpreting this as. Maybe they saw a teenager walking his dog?

All this while, the dagger simply got hotter and hotter, the only clue he had so far that he was going the right way. He soon noticed that the shops were getting fewer and fewer. The inner market seemed to be opening into a kind of grove. Then suddenly, the dagger got so hot that Odion had to let it go and it dropped to the ground.

Odion cursed silently as he bent down to pick it. When he did, it no longer gave a warm feeling anymore. Annoyed, Odion put the dagger back in his waistband and took a step forward, as he did, he heard the saddest shriek he had ever heard. It tore through his ears and permeated his heart, it was almost unbearable. Odion took a step forward and he fell down on one knee, the sound was killing him. Not literally, he hoped. The sound seemed to inspire all his saddest thoughts. It made him think of all the horrible things that had ever happened to him and all of a sudden, an image of his parents appeared in his mind.

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It may be hard but you must fight it, remind yourself of your quest, the familiar voice inside his head whispered.

Sango, is that you? Odion thought back.

The voice didn't answer back.

Odion followed the sound weakly down a long path through the scanty shops and it opened into a kind of circle made up of-surprise surprise-more shops. At the centre, he found the cause of the nauseating sound, it seemed to be a woman, dressed in a black dress covered in a black shawl, he was still too far away to make out her facial features but it was what she was sitting on the caught Odion's attention. It almost made him forget the wailing.

She was sitting on the pedestal of a statue.

A statue portraying a large muscular shirtless man holding a hammer in his left hand.

He had found the statue of Sango himself.

Huhn, thought it'd be bigger.