Nego woke up due to loud noises, the roaring a of a primate, a paragraph from the book came effortlessly to his mind.
I see a gorilla roar at a boy, he is restrained, but dangerous. He draws a doorway, a spiral and some other things in order. I see a boy with a falcon and a girl with a panda look at it with another boy, Niloan perhaps. I know something is wrong, related to an evil I cannot yet see. I see a boy with a large wolf, and I know the boy with the wolf is sick. Something that is crawling up his arm to reach somewhere else. The panda will help, I know, she already is. The gorilla knows something, he is thinking about ... Sandre and it's people.
It was long, but it had come in a blink of an eye, like his mind had memorized the book in an instant.
Another one came, a different one.
I see a boy in a forest, the leaves litter the ground with tufts of grass and twigs. The boy has splinters in his hair, I see his hands are rough with callouses and scars that were small but plentiful from scraping his hands on the branches. He likes climbing, which might explain why the tail of his coat look like they were shredded by cats and bitten by dogs, maybe they were both the reason: climbing, dogs and cats. I see a flash of light, a pure white bull with matching horns, the boy continues sleeping, and a horrible thought strikes me. The bonding sickness.
Nego had had a terrible memory, but how he could memorize paragraphs without even trying was surprising, and a bit scary, but cool. The paragraph sounded like him, it was him, but the part where it ended at the word bonding sickness sounded like a warning.
The roar sounded again, and tiny Tagu woke up. Tagu went under his coat, pressing against his leg making tiny grunting noises. Nego wove through the structure of the rafters. It was second nature.
It only made sense that he instinctively ducked under planks and dodge when birds came spiraling out of nowhere. He had learnt the hard way that when a bird flies at you, don't try to push it aside. The edges of his ears were rough from the clawing of claws or talons and pulling from a sharp beak.
The roaring quieted down, and Nego realized his ears were just ringing, they quivered and shook, like they would dance away. He had a feeling that it was in the past, Nego went to the training room, and unfortunately, there was someone.
A greencloak was teaching a younger recruit, a boy with a fox. Errol. The fox looked towards the rafters, but Nego was well hidden in the shadows.
At that moment, Tagu chose to fall down.
