Lucia was not feeling the discomfort she expected to feel after committing such a crime.
In fact, Lucia was feeling at ease and free, something about what she did gave her some sense of satisfaction, a sense of being alive.
But Rogina was fretting and babbling all the way back from the crime scene.
“You think they will know?” Rogina rubbed her hands together as she jerked one foot in front of the other.
“Relax, Rogina.” Lucia sighed. “They will not even notice it.”
“Still, if they found out.” Rogina shuddered. “They will cast a spell and track us.”
“No, they won’t.” Lucia just kept walking in her normal pace while Rogina jumped ahead and fell back erraticaly.
“I really wouldn’t want to face their wrath,” Regina whispered. “If they found any of our traces in the crime scene, they will punish us, and you know that they are merciless.”
Lucia stopped and pulled Rogina by the shoulder to face her, “Look behind you.” She let Rogina cast a fearful glance to where they came from, then she continued, “Nobody is sounding the alarm, and nobody is even aware of what we did.”
“I know, still …” Rogina started to be interrupted by Lucia. “There is nothing to worry about, for all I know, this is not even a crime for them.”
“But we stole it.” Rogina whispered in anger. “How is not a crime?”
“Because they have thousands of it laying around, one missing will not even register.” Lucia smiled as she patted the arm of Rogina.
“But did we really need it?” Lucia insisted. “I mean it is good to procure and learn of its uses, but did we really need it?”
“No, we didn’t.” Lucia let go of her friend’s shoulder. “But we do this for Agartha, for the day one of their explorers comes and uses it on our people.”
Lucia took a long breath. “Beside, they don’t have magic and they can’t trace us or any of the thoughts you are having.”
Rogina nodded, and she started to control her breathing until she was almost breathing normal. “Can I see it?”
Lucia smiled, then she rummaged in her satchel and produced the finger shaped object, she turned it in her hand, feeling its cold metal casing as hard as anything.
“What did they call it?” Rogina took it from Lucia’s hand and started to turn it over in hers.
“Bullet,” Lucia said in awe, “they called them bullets.”
From Another World.
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