Sun Stealer. Hidden Anomaly. Read Free Page B

“My cat is not here” I said to her “I can not dance without Shadea” I giggled.
                  “You can do it” she said and pushed me to the stage, making everyone around us applause.
                  As I was walking up the stage, I noticed a dark shadow passing me by. I looked back and saw, the shadow was getting bigger and bigger and had covered the entire sky of Anomaly.
                  Suddenly, I heard a shout:
                  “That was her! I saw her! She stole it! she stole the sun!”
                  I was almost sure that was my sister’s voice screaming but I could not see clear, due to the darkness. After that single scream, turmoil began by the crowd. I felt some people holding me tightly and carrying me somewhere. I thought these were my father’s people, trying to get me home safely. But I was wrong. Very wrong.
                  Next thing I remember, was a strong bump in the back of my head and darkness. Total darkness.
                 
                  My eyes were wide open but I could not see. I was laying  with my face down the cold, wet ground, trying to understand where I was. I was not at home. I looked around, it seemed like, I was inside of a long tunnel with endless walls surrounding it. I looked up, I saw a thin ray of light, all across the endless tunnel.
                  ‘Could it be? Was I inside of Didam Valley?’
                  I touched the back of my head, not only was it hurting, I felt a burned mark on the back of my neck. I started screaming for help. I knew nobody could hear me. I knew all about Didam valley. I knew, Once you get in, you can never get out. I knew that this was the end. So I cried. I cried for my losses: I cried for my father, my mother, my sister… I cried for my life, as I knew them. I cried for sunny days that would never come. but most of all, I cried for my cat, Shadea.
                  I was celebrating 9 springs in the knowing, I would never know again. I would never know what had happened on that day, at kingdom square. I would never know What had led to the events that happened later and brought me to where I was.
                  I decided to search the valley and see what I could find. I noticed, as I went dipper and dipper, the walls of the pit were not blank anymore. They had marks on them. Black and red marks. I wondered what these marks were. I knew they were symbols. But symbols of what? maybe they were traces, someone had left there. Someone like me. We were not allowed to leave any kind of marks in the civilized world. My father explained to me, traces could lead future generations to false stories. Stories we did not wish them to know. And where there were no traces, there were no stories. Where there were no stories, there were no life. On that moment, I wished I had left traces in my kingdom. I wish someone would had known, I existed.
                  I decided it was not too late to start at that time, and I started making marks on the walls my self. every time I saw the ray of light coming up the top of the pit, I made a thin mark with my fingers on the sandy walls. A thin line, as a symbol to the thin sunbeam, I was so eager to feel on my face again.  First I had one mark, then I had two, two became four and then, I just stopped counting.
                  As the thin ray of light disappeared, I knew it was night. That was my sign to go look for a shelter. At night time, bats were flying all over the valley and I did not wish to come in their way. Also, I could hear roaring from the north side of the valley. Probably cats from the wild zone, looking for a place to mate. I did not want to come any closer to them, since I had remembered my meeting with the wild boy and the bruises he had on his body. I had survived with the help of rain’s water and sweet fruits, that grew