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Ep.18 β€œMense de dormis”

Ep.18 β€œMonth of Sleeps”

Cadun ave un ombra, un copia de se cual abita la solo, plata e oscur, un fantasma menasante cual on no pote evade. An no par mori. Mores ave ancora ombras, tu sabe.

Everyone has a shadow, a copy of yourself that lives on the floor, flat and dark, a menacing specter you can never escape. Not even through death. Dead people still have shadows, you know.

Lo es cual Brenda ia pensa du anios ante oji. Lo ia es la momento cual ia envia el a un viaja noncredable, un xerca de cual sua fini ia aveni ultima. El ia ave aora un spada per mata ombras e lo ia es la tempo per mata con lo sua ombra propre. Respirante pesosa con teme e espeta, el ia leva la lama supra sua testa, regardante la ombra cual ia reposa sur la solo susia como un spesie de vagabon.

That’s what Brenda was thinking two years ago today. It was the moment that sent her on an incredible journey, a quest whose end was finally here. She had the shadow slaying sword now and it was time to stab her shadow to death. Breathing heavily with fear and anticipation she raised the blade above her head looking down upon her shadow which was just hanging out on the gross dirty floor like some sort of vagabond.

- Me odia tu, - el ia dise a la ombra. - Me sempre ia odia tu. De cuando me ia es un bebe e ia vide tu a la ves prima. Ance tu ia es un bebe. Ma tu ia es ancora repulsante e vil.

- I hate you, - she said to the shadow. - I’ve always hated you. Ever since I first saw you when I was a baby. You were also a baby then. But you were still gross and villainous.

El ia leva la lama plu alta, preparante la colpa.

She raised the blade higher readying the strike.

- Tu ia es ala tra tota dias de mea vive. Furtiva. No furtiva en la ombras, car en alga modo tu desapare en la ombras, ma ancora furtiva.

- You’ve been there through every day of my life. Lurking. Not lurking in the shadows because you kind of disappear in the shadows but lurking nonetheless.

El ia leva an plu alta la lama. Aora lo ia es tan alta como posible. Ance la ombra ia leva un lama, cual ia preocupa pico Brenda, ma el no ia pote aora cambia sua deside.

She raised the blade even higher. By now it was just about as high as it could go. The shadow was also raising a blade which concerned her a bit but there were no turning back now.

- Pos oji me va pote joia un bon dia solosa en la parce sin pensas sur la fato ce me toca constante tu con mea gamas en cualce loca do me vade. Lo es tan bizara e me no gusta lo.

- After today I will finally be able to enjoy a nice sunny day in the park without thinking about the fact that I’m constantly stepping on you everywhere I go. It’s so weird and I hate it.

Brenda ia atenta leva la lama an plu alta ma lo no ia es posible. El simple ia ave no plu braso.

Brenda tried to raise the blade even higher but it was impossible. She simply did not have any more arm.

- Oce. Esta es lo. Txau, ombra, tu fie de cano!

- All right. This is it. Bye, shadow, you son of a gun!

Con acel, el ia forsa sua lama a su e el no ia malcolpa. La spada ia talia tra la ombra, instante matante lo.

With that she forced her blade down and her aim was true. The sword sliced into the shadow killing it instantly.

- Ha ha ha ha ha! - el ia cria con joia demente. - Libria a fini!

- Ha ha ha ha ha! - she cried with demented joy. - Freedom at last!

Ma la ombra no ia desapare. Sua corpo ombral e bizara ia deveni flasida e nonmovente ma lo ia es ancora ala. Brenda ia fa un paso a retro e la ombra ia segue como un corpo mor tirada pos Brenda.

But the shadow did not fade. Its weird shadow body had gone limp and still but it was still there. Brenda backed away and the shadow followed like a corpse being dragged behind Brenda.

- O, no! - el ia dise ponente sua manos a la boca. - No no no!

- Oh no! - she said putting her hands to her mouth. - No no no!

La ombra ia es mor, ma lo ia es ancora un ombra. Lo va es ancora con el en cualce loca do el va vade ma aora como un corpo oscur malodorinte e descomposante. Iuuuu!

The shadow was dead but it was still a shadow. It would still be with her wherever she went but now as a dark smelly rotting corpse. Gross!

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