Chương 1: An Introduction to my life
Being small has its perks.
Or at least that's what I try to tell myself when the nephilim convoy passes in front of our camp. I was stealing and it was never going to be an easy thing to do, not out of morals or decency – we've left things like that aside for a long time, after all hunger does things like that to people – but out of fear of getting caught. Thieves are severely punished, and although they didn't amputate limbs, the 100 lashes wasn't quite what I would call a personal wish. Still, they had more than they could carry, from what I could see of their carts almost touching the ground.
The floating carts full of food and cloth attracted nephilim as I did like honey attracts bees, but the high-class nephilim that accompanied the object of desire were no longer so attractive. The well-dressed and armed creatures that stood guard in their scented leather clothes contrasted with the arid, always faintly reeking of brimstone. But even stronger than the sulfur smell was the food they were carrying. The sweet scent of fresh fruit wafting in the air and sending various information to my constantly empty stomach.
The supply trains passed about 3 times every 2 months and we depended a lot on them for food. If they were late, someone had a high chance of dying, mostly thanks to the rationing policy. But that almost never happened. The bad part this time was that there were a lot more guards and my fear was making me nervous enough to affect my magic.
I knew exactly what to do. Nephilim, like me, could do several spells and one of them was concealment. The smaller the spell's target, the better it works and that's what I needed to do right now. Fool powerful nephilim who had years of spell experience. And that they had grimoires and servants. Angelic servants who after integrating with nature were extracted and linked to our world through incredibly powerful spell books. Allies with incredibly powerful nephilim who not only had magical energy aplenty but could control those dangerous beings called angels.
I didn't stand a chance!
But that wouldn't stop me from trying. Of course. Lack of food was a serious problem among campers and that day the situation came to a head. Rationing, which was once difficult, has become impossible. We didn't have enough food to live on for another day. A maximum of twelve hours if the marks do not take effect before. I needed to give my all to get food or I might not survive until tomorrow. A contradiction if we take into account that nephilim do not die.
And that's how I cast the spell on my body and ran towards the less guarded wagon.
Walking in there made me nauseous. The strong smell of dried meat made my mouth water, and for the first time, I wondered why I had never eaten part of what I collected as soon as I did. It was a matter of fairness considering that I was the one collecting, but just the thought depressed me. He unconsciously remembered the newest ones marked that looked more like small sticks and the idea was beginning to sound absurd.
Anyway, I just needed to get it and leave. Soon. Preferably right that second. I scooped up all the meat from the cart and took a rather small fruit basket that looked like it would last a week. Also, we could use the fruit to make juice and the seeds would be replanted in Ana's little woods. It was the most economical thing to do, as tempting as eating the seeds was. Surprisingly the fruit basket weighed more than my bag of jerky. I knew that others of us would participate in the collection, but not all of us would be able to steal successfully. Some even gave up before they even tried, but I couldn't afford the luxury of being an unmarked unable to help with the barrier. So I needed to get more than everyone else.
After cleaning the place - in addition to dried meat and incredibly fresh fruit, a sack of rice, two of flour and a bag full of corn, I also grabbed a giant piece of dark fabric to make new pants - I jumped out of inside out and ran without pressing my feet too hard, forcing myself to drag my toes in the sand so as not to leave footprints. When I was a safe distance away I leapt into the air and spread my wings.
Winged nephilim were rare. Few of us had wings and few of us were able to get rid of demons like that. When my adoptive parents kicked me out of the house and the village council kicked me out of my village in the west of the continent, I was forced to walk all the way to this safe place. Unfortunately, in a world infested with lesser demons, I should have died as soon as I left the protection the nephilim renewed every year if not for the wings. Every time I saw some demon approaching to devour me (after torturing mefor hours and hours) I jumped in the air and fled as far away from him as possible. Thank the gods there weren't many winged demons or I would have been screwed.
Flying was always wonderful, no matter how hungry and in pain I was. There were days when the simple act took my attention away from the pain in my stomach from lack of food, which was not the case today. It felt good to breathe in slightly sweeter air than the surface, but I still couldn't stop thinking about groceries and how much I could eat when I got home. Thinking about it was depressing, but what could you do?
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