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And here's another jump. From the clouds of gray smoke near the fountain, an unusual humanoid figure landed on the street tiles, whose blue skin practically merged with the walls of the houses of the night village. His ears were pointed, his two-toed legs were more like goat hooves, a long tail with a sharp anchor-like tip protruded from his back, and there were not five, but three fingers on his hands.
The enraged inhabitants of Winseldorf believed this creature to be a demon, terrifying with its fangs, but in reality it was just a tortured young man whom people wanted to kill because of something they did not try to understand. The young man's clothes were torn, his legs down to his trousers were covered in black mud, and he himself was extremely exhausted.
The strange young man began to look around in horror, and his yellow eyes without pupils rushed towards the people running towards him.
"Animal!" - they shouted, throwing a small log in his face with such force that he fell backwards and went blind for a second.
Rising to his feet and looking in horror at the crazy people, the “demon” again disappeared in a puff of smoke and materialized on the street, where he saw on the wall the shadow of a furious crowd shouting curses. Having teleported again, he misjudged his jump, which is why he fell from a considerable height in some alley. Suffering from pain, the young man moved closer to the wall and began to rub his head, which was sore due to the blow with a log, while from the street on the right side of the alley, hateful screams were heard from people: “Mutant! Demon! Freak! Monster!”
But something terrible happened: one of the villagers, who had short brown hair and brown eyes, noticed him.Peeking around the corner of the house, he shouted to his friends: “He’s here!”
The poor guy gasped in fear. He was terrified and tried to go deeper into the alley, but he didn’t even have enough strength to stand up. His whole life flashed before his eyes in an instant: how he grew up in the circus, how he performed as an acrobat, and how circumstances separated him from his home.
The three people were getting closer. One grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground, while another man with a reddish beard and greenish eyes swung a strong wooden board with the words: “This is the last city you terrorized, demon!”
Why did he leave? He had to understand: only circus would have accepted a freak like him, no matter how bad it has become. Now he was doomed, and a long and painful death awaited him at the hands of not only these people, but also the angry crowd that was surely about to come here.
He was preparing for his fate when at that very moment the people seemed to freeze.