Saint Spirit
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last night, a lot of people had a motion of bother. To see his/her own friends or his/her own family essays as criminals, was an unbearable scene to look, and when Saint and Dafne finally came, escorted by a group of men, the raging hate of the presents flowed in it howls and whistles. Prometeo, with his/her mighty voice, it imposed him on that noise making to diminish the chaotic cries. Then it finally began the session with these words.
"My fellow citizens, beg him to you to put aside every prejudice and grudge. This is a moment in which I ask everybody, and in special way to the jurors that you have chosen this afternoon to submit him to the good sense and the healthy rationality that you/he/she has always characterized our way of living. For before thing I want to give the word to our fellow citizens that are stain of a free violence to my senseless opinion. Companions, hope that have a more reasonable motive to mitigate at least your guilt for the crime that were completing!"
Among the group of the aggressors of Saint it did him before Matteus, the taurine man that for first you/he/she had attacked him/it. It had the head completely bandaged because of the hit inflicted him by the occultist.
"Prometeo, for my innocence I can say only that, as soon as I have seen my child fall in earth, struck by that stranger, I/you/they have been seized by an uncontrollable anger; I was already unfortunately in a critical emotional situation, having just discovered the charred bodies of my brother and his/her wife."
From the group of Matteus a voice originated.
"And who tells us that our Matteus has not attacked really his/her brother's assassin?"
The shouting of the crowd immediately did him intense. Another voice raised him from the group of Matteus, it was that of a youth, red livid from the anger.
"We have defended Matteus, you/he/she has been stricken with a stone from the foreigner. Would have been able to kill him/it, so now would cry the deaths of both his/her brothers!"
"Is right!his " howled nearby and the other ones started to curse against Saint. Prometeo hardly succeeded in making to keep silent the furious crowd.
"Friends, stop to do her/it you to overpower from the irascible emotions that now reboil in your blood. I also suffer for the fates of our companions, but I become me account that if I don't keep the calm I can never see with clarity how much tonight is happened. You now listen to the version of he who accused trying the more possible than to be impartial."
Then turning him/it look toward Saint. It exclaimed:
"On, force, explain us thing last night is happened!"
Saint was standing, to its side Dafne visibly trembled from head to toe. Around it had the group of men that had escorted them up to the Agorà. There was later immediately the cram of the furious crowd, that had only looks of hate and curses to fior of lips in his/her respects. It employed some instant before being able to find the courage to describe the paradoxical event to which had assisted.
"Last night I was on the wharf that the house connects where you have offered me hospitality with the residence that has gone to flames. Dafne, my companion, was in bed already. All of a sudden I have felt the leaves get excited above my head and I have seen an enormous dark mass to proper precipice on me. I am launched in ahead to avoid that it fell on me, fortunately staying attached to the ropes of the wharf. That "thing" you/he/she is suddenly stopped to few meters on the level of the bridge, suspended in the void, and you/he/she has sent forth from the mouth a blaze that has wound the house of your friends. I don't know how you call a black being, from the aspect umanoide, but with the hands provided of claws and the back legs caprine. I call him/it demon."
Laughed hysterical and obscene curses they raised him to the address of Saint. Nobody wanted to believe in that fanciful history. One of the jurors, ch'era entrusted of to question the accused, got up standing and very sarcastically churches:
"Thing you intend for demon? I have never seen a demon, apart in the illustrations, and I don't believe that I would know how to easily recognize him/it so much in the dark of the night."
Saint immediately understood that among the individuals of that jury nobody would have believed him. They looked for a scapegoat and all the eyes of the people sat to that bench they mirrored the same hate that transuded from the full public of that impromptu hearing.
"I don't have other to say. For me it was a demon. If then someone succeeded in capturing him/it and to give a different cataloguing to that being, well comes, but in mine small I am convinced of what I am saying."
The abrupt sentence of Saint, some too much provocative for the situation in which was found, it was the fuse that again baited the anger of the people that started to push the group of men that surrounded Saint. Prometeo started to shout of star you calm with all the strength that had in the bellows. It feared that his/her citizens definitely lost the control. If so you/he/she had been, you/he/she would have assisted to an atrocious lynching without being able to stop him/it. He/she called to big voice Ivo, that immediately realized the gravity of the situation; it ordered to the men that watched over around Saint to bring him/it toward the bench of the jurors. Here Prometeo interposed him among the poor occultist and the furious crowd, that finally owed stay in front of theirs first citizen. Prometeo was out of itself from the anger and from the disappointment that it tried towards his/her beloved village. He/she believed that in every city of Boscocittà had turned on the imperishable light bulb of the fond rational conscience that set them, in his/her cuor as the avanguardistico social finishing line of every community, while you/he/she had to now be being met against the blind hate of those people that, as children, didn't know how to dominate his/her own emotions. Taken courage and strength inside of itself and to big voice he/she talked to the crowd.
"Friends, the night of the tragedy me same I have felt somebody of you admit to have seen a monster. Who he is? You does before! Hands his/her testimony to help his/her people to have the justice that deserves him."
Among the people he made space an old man that, slowly advancing, it started rotating the baton to recall the attention on itself. Prometeo noticed him/it and turned him to his/her address.
"Nestore, do you know something of this monster?"
The old one, satisfied to finally have been noticed, riabbassò the baton that rotated a little before in air, for riutilizzarlo for his/her reality purpose and, leaned on his/her scepter of elderly, to wide mouth it uttered.
"My dear Prometeo, has something to say of very important. I am certain, considering that I have assisted to the growth of every individual of this village, that nobody here would have never the insane desire to burn the house of some fellow citizen of his."
To quell' affirmation there was a buzz of approval to originate from the crowd. The old man continued with its lucubrations, strong of that popular consent.
"Therefore I must deduce that an extraneous can have been alone to plan a man reprehensible action."
Prometeo interrupted him/it.
"Nestore, you are excluding previously that is treated of an accident."
"Sure! I exclude him/it previously because I know as you/he/she has gone. I am preparing only voialtri to what I am you to say. We have all seen the gravity of that fire and I challenge whoever, alone, to provoke a fire of such course in an arc of brief time. I reach therefore the, my gentlemen, an instant of patience! That night I have seen the monster of which our guest speaks to spit the blaze that has burnt the house of Manolo and Virna. Initially I have thought pits an optic effect of the smoke that raised him from the fire, but then reflecting well, I/you/they have succeeded in temporally replacing the succession of the various events, reaching the conclusion that that dark stain, that resembled so much to a winged monster, had appeared before blazing some flames. I know that what is telling you it is upsetting, but I believe not how much what I now will reveal you. Making dettagliatamente lies local I/you/they have reached the conclusion that I have seen at first our guest on the wharf that the house connects where it lodged with its companion to that o
f our dead friends and, an instant later, he had disappeared and to its place you/he/she was materialized that horrendous creature that the fire has provoked. Will seem you ch'io rave, but I am inclinable to believe that the monster is really Saint, that is turned into that demon with some strange devilry!"
To those words, the crowd proruppe in cries and agitated gestures. The most terrible explanation is always that more reasonable to satisfy the anger of the crowd. Prometeo scrutinized the eyes of Saint trying to rouse in the depths caverns of his/her soul that dark side of which was accused. You/he/she had always had an ability out of the commune in to realize the intimate of the people. Possible that that time he was mistaken so platealmente? Meanwhile the inhabitants, reunited around the Agorà, you/they had restarted to crowd in direction of Saint. They asked justice and they immediately demanded her/it. Sabrina was in that cram, he allowed to sadly cradle from that shoves that they originated from every part without opposing resistance. That benumbed body was not his anymore. It hoped that in that way someone succeeded even to trascinar street his/her limbs, amazed in front of that last disarrangement that definitely had her shattered the soul. For her that man represented his/her secret love, the liberation of an internal