In the forest to the west, not far from the kingdom of Darade, a small inn was held, modest but welcoming. That evening, the establishment was more than full; Laughter, songs and noise of mugs mixed in a symphony of festivities. Lora, the owner of the premises, wandered among her guests, a warm smile on her face, listening to the compliments and serving with enthusiasm.

- Another beer, madam, launched a man in a jovial tone.

"It happens," replied Lora, while walking away to fill her mug.

The inn had never been so lively, and Lora savor every moment. Suddenly, a man, a regular, approached her, an air of camaraderie on her face.

-What atmosphere this evening, there are more people than usual, he commented, observing the crowded room.

- Yes, it's wonderful. Many hunters have passed through the forest today and have chosen to stop here to rest, she replied with a bright smile.

Another man, the sparkling look of interest, intervened.

- It will surely boost your belongings.

Lora nodded, satisfied.

- Indeed, it's a good day.

The first man, in a more serious tone, continued:

- With such an influx of customers, you will quickly fill your boxes.

She smiles again, ready to answer, but a cry suddenly perceives the joyful cacophony.

- Aaaahh! It’s delicious! Another glass, Madame Lora!

The two men turned to the origin of the cry and saw a young woman, visibly in full swing.

- Who is this young woman? wondered the second man, intrigued.

-Don't you recognize her? It's Julz, replied Lora, still smiling.

Their eyes agreed with astonishment.

- Julz?! The little girl you collected during the Wizard War? cried the first man.

- Yes, she was confirmed Lora with a touch of nostalgia in the voice.

- Well, she grew up this young girl, murmured the other, impressed.

- Don't you think she's a bit young to drink like this? added the second, somewhat perplexed.

Lora haus her shoulders, a fleeting of a fleeting concern crossing her eyes.

- Don't worry, this is his way of acting during this time of year. It has always been like that.

As the inn was in full swing, a new tension was felt. Suddenly, the door opened with a crash, and a troop of knights of the kingdom burst, their sparkling armor capturing the attention of all the guests.

- The Knights of the Kingdom! Exclaimed Lora, surprised.

-What are they doing here? murmured a man, a shadow of fear in his voice.

The Captain of the Knights advanced with authority, his voice echoing in the room.

-We ask you to excuse our intrusion, he began. We are looking for a witch by the name of Julz.

The whispers died out, and palpable tension settled in the air. The captain waited for a moment before resuming.

- If you have information about its location, we would be grateful to you to transmit them immediately.

Lora advanced, ready to intervene, but before she had time to say a word, a familiar voice rose, filled with insurance.

- I hope that my presence is requested for a valid reason, intervened Julz, in a final tone.

The captain then turned to the young woman, who stood with a certain nonchalance, a smile amused on her lips. He scanned her for a moment, uncertain.

-Are you well the witch Julz? he asked, the frowned eyebrows.

Julz stared at him with his piercing eyes, not responding immediately.

"I was clear, however," she finally said with a touch of irony. What do you want?

The captain, slightly destabilized by the peaceful arrogance of the young woman, took a deep inspiration before presenting herself.

- My name is Ren, captain of the knights. I was sent by the king to escort you to the palace.

Julz escaped a little cold laugh, his piercing look slipping on him.

- Oh yes ? And for what reason? She launched in an icy tone.

- The king requests your help to fight against dark tere witches, replied Ren, visibly imperturbable.

Julz folded his eyes, a smirk.

"It's absolutely out of the question," she replied without hesitation.

Ren remained frozen, incredulous before his categorical refusal.

- For what ? he insisted, his tone being more pressing.

Julz fixed it for a long time before replying, still as detached:

- Tell your king that I have no intention of helping him. Now get away from it.

An intangible power aura was felt in the hostel, so strong that the knights, although unsuccessful to perceive magic, curled up slightly under the effect of the intensity that emanated from it. Ren, Perplex, reflects for a moment.

- What arrogance! he thought. She is not afraid of the knights or the king ... why does the king want as long as she helps us?

After a short break, a decision was made.

-Very well, we leave, he ordered a firm tone.

The knights, visibly surprised, protested.

- Captain!

- There is no point in convincing her, replied Ren with calm. We are withdrawing.

And on that, the knights headed for the exit. Before they crossed the threshold, Julz called them.

- A moment ...

Ren stopped and turned to her, intrigued. Julz stared at him for a moment before telling him, in an imperative tone:

- Tell your king that I will never teach magic to the royal knights. He would do well to understand this.

Then, with a sudden gesture, she returned to sit at her table, an air of challenge always hung on her lips. Ren, amazed, couldn't help but think:

- She’s really afraid of anything.

The captain motioned for his men to leave, and they left the inn. Back at the palace, they reported their failure.

- We ask you to apologize, Majesty, announced Ren, slightly lowering your head. We failed to capture the witch.

The king, seated on his throne, slowed down slowly, an air concerned on the face.

- She refused my invitation? he asked, the pensive air.

- She categorically refuses to help us, and even mentioned that she would never teach magic to the royal knights, replied Ren.

The king thinks at length, his eyes lost in space.

- We leave this affair aside for the moment. Attacking us now would be an act of weakness, he added after a break.

Ren, troubled, dared to ask a question.

-Majesty, can I allow me to ask you a question?

The king nodded, indicating his agreement.

-Why do you get so attached to this witch?

The King sorted a mysterious smile.

- I cannot explain it, in. All I know is that this young girl has a power comparable to that of the witch Kamui.

Ren, eyes wide, whispered:

- The legendary witch?

The king nodded seriously.

- It is for this reason that I do not want to upset it ... not yet, at least.

Ren was lost in his thoughts, completely disconcerted by this revelation. For this time, at the hostel, Julz contemplated the starry sky, his heart heavy with sadness, while the stars reminded him of memories. Peacely seat, she suddenly heard a noise from the other side and got up to investigate. She then saw men chatting in the hostel.

Character 1: What do you want, kid? Load from my way.

A young child, clothed in a hood, blocked their passage and addressed them:

The child: I want your money, give me everything you have.

This child was a thief looking for the money of these gentlemen. Julz was just as surprised by the situation.

Julz: (a child!)

The child: You will immediately give me your money.

Character 1: You dream, kid. Will play rather elsewhere, understood?

Julz felt something strange in this child during this time ...

The child: you shouldn't have annoyed me ...

She raised her hand to the sky and began to pronounce an incantation.

The child: "Pilan Lux is ..."

Julz displayed a large smile, thinking: "I suspected, she was a witch. »»

The child continued his incantation with determination.

The child: "Apparet in Manu caecorum. »»

Suddenly, a ball of radiant light springs, dazzling their eyes.

Character 2: "I don't see anything anymore. »»

Character 1: "This child is a witch. »»

As she intended to steal money from them, Julz intervened by stretching her right hand in front of her and declared:

Julz: "I don't allow it. »»

A magic circle was emerging instantly and dissipated the fate launched by the girl, which surprised her deeply. The men present were delighted to see Julz.

Character 2: Julz.

The worried child asked himself many questions about the woman who was standing before her.

The child: (How could she cancel my fate?)

Suddenly Julz addressed her.

Julz: So, you're a witch.

The child: Oh!

Julz: To see yourself, you don't seem to be a bad person. Show me your face.

The child: Never.

In a moment of panic, the child, stretched, raised his hand towards her and began to recite a new incantation.

The child: fu ...

However, before she was able to complete her incantation, she was interrupted by that of Julz.

Julz: LIANAS DEPOSITUM INVOLVIT Hostibus meis.

Immediately, she found herself a prisoner of lianas gushing from the ground, nailing her on the ground.

Character 2: Well played, witch, we will give it to the knights.

Julz: Out of the question.

They were surprised by his answer. Julz got closer to the child, and his hood was torn off during his fall. He then discovered a little girl covered with dirt and scratch.

Character 1: She is a little girl!?

Julz: I suspected it. You are indeed a little girl, finally, a little witch.

She was in a dead end and did not know how to escape it.

Character 1: A little girl who likes to play the thief, while being a witch.

Julz asked him the following question:

Julz: Why did you want to steal these people? Are you a witch of darkness?

The little one, having no escape, began to cry.

The child: I ...

Julz: Oh!?

The child: I have no choice, I need this money for ...

Julz, suspecting something unusual, said to him.

Julz: Come on, continue.

The girl had no other option, she said to herself internally.

The child: (I have to save them.)

She is thinking about everything she had accomplished so far. Tears in her eyes, she cried:

The child: to save my mother and my brother.

Julz: Oh!

The child, eyes full of tears, looked at Julz with a mixture of fear and determination.

The child: I have ...

Julz: Hmm?

The child: I have no choice. I have to save the life of my brother and mother.

Julz: (What!?)

The little one was in tears, her face marked by despair. Julz, seeing sincerity in his eyes, understood the gravity of the situation.

Julz: (she doesn't lie.)

She canceled the fate she had launched to keep her prisoner and approached the child. Gently, she asked him:

Julz: Tell me everything.

The trembling child resumed with difficulty.

The child: They are very sick. My mother, my brother and I were sold as a slaves in a department store.

This revelation shocked Julz, who, while listening, felt invaded by indignation.

Julz: (slaves! This explains the marks on his body ...)

The child: The man who took us made us work in exchange for a shelter and food. But a few days later, my mother fell seriously ill. This man said she was no longer used for anything and put her on the door.

The two men who were nearby expressed their horror.

Character 1: What cruelty!

The child: My brother and I decided to watch over her. It was then that my brother used her magic to treat her.

The child: but using too much of his powers, he also fell ill. I wanted to go back to see this man to help us, but he refused.

Julz: So that's why you took his money, right?

The girl, surprise, looked at Julz, who confirmed her suspicions.

Character 2: How do you know that?

Julz: There is only one bag in his hood.

Character 1: Oh ...

The confused child looked down before continuing.

The child: Yes ... that's why I stole him, but ...

Julz: I understand.

Julz’s reaction was unexpected for the child, but she didn't have time to react more, because a familiar voice rose.

Voice: Finally, I found you, a small thief.

The child froze, palpable terror on his face. She whispered in a trembling voice.

The child: my ... sir ...

Julz, feeling the fear of the child, turned to the man who had just arrived. A look of contempt passed in her eyes, and she thought:

Julz: (It's him.)

The merchant, in a dry and authoritarian tone, approached.

Mister the merchant: dirty thief, I will give you a lesson.

He noticed that the child was in the hands of Julz and turned to her with challenge.

Mr. Marchand: Thank you for challenging this thief, but now I'm going to take care of this case ...

Julz was interrupted dryly.

Julz: I'm sorry, but I think there was a misunderstanding. No one will touch a single hair of this child.

The merchant, visibly irritated, launched: And who are you to give me orders? You are not in a position to negotiate with me.

Julz: I don't negotiate. If you touch this child, you will regret it.

Mister the merchant: Do you dare to threaten me? Do you really think you can stop us?

Julz: It's not threats, it's a promise. I insist you do not touch this child.

The merchant sneered, sure of him.

Mr. Marchand: Why defend this child? She belongs to me as a slave, and I do what I want from her. And she stole money from me.

Julz took the stolen money out of the Small bag and launched him towards the merchant, who caught him greedily.

Julz: Take it.

The merchant, after counting the money, seemed dissatisfied.

Mr. Marchand: And the child? I remind you that I bought it. She remains my property.

Julz advanced, his freezing look.

Julz: The day you decided to put it to the door, you have broken all link.

The furious man turned to his men.

Mister the merchant: dirty little morvety! She belongs to me, and I intend to take care of her.

The trembling child took refuge behind Julz, who, with a calm gesture, had the merchant's men back from a simple movement of the hand.

Julz: If you insist, try to take it back.

The merchant, red of anger, gave an order.

Monsieur le Marchand: give him a lesson!

The men set off towards Julz, but barely they were within reach that they were projected behind by an invisible power. The merchant, amazed, remained speechless.

Monsieur the merchant: what…!?

Julz advanced, his imposing aura invading space.

Julz: I hate being challenged. And men like you ... I don't tolerate them.

Mister the merchant: Are you ... a witch?

Julz raised a hand and, with a simple movement, touched the man. A bitter pain appeared on his cheek.

Mister the merchant: aahh !!!

Julz: This is my last warning. Disappear.

The trembling merchant, signaled to his men to withdraw, and all fled.

Character 1: They finally moved away.

The second character, impressed by the power of Julz, thought in a low voice.

Character 2: (she is not afraid of anything ...)

The child, still in shock, collapsed on the ground, between relief and anxiety.

The child: How can I act now?

Julz, calm, replied.

Julz: You won't need money.

The child: huh?

Julz: Show me where they are.

The little one, surprised, stared at her for a moment, then nodded. A few minutes later, Julz and the two men accompanied them to a dilapidated shelter, where the child's mother was lying on the ground, next to his brother, always unconscious.

The child approached his brother with a shy smile.

The child: Big brother, look, I came back with help! You and mom will heal.

Julz observed in silence. She was more worried about the mother, whose state was much more serious. She tells herself to herself: (it is already too late for her.)

But, so as not to break the hope of the little one, she replied in a soft voice.

Julz: Go get water, please.

The child rushed immediately. As soon as she walked away, the mother opened her eyes, murmured weakly.

Mother: It's too late for me ... don't waste time.

Julz: Rest. Do not waste your strengths.

The mother, in a last breath, pronounced: save my son ... He is too young ... Do not let my daughter suffer from losing both her mother and her brother ...

Julz turned to the young boy and, with a gentle gesture, put his hand on his forehead. She quickly diagnosed the source of her ailments.

Julz: (he suffers from internal injuries and lack of magic.)

She recited a healing spell.

Julz: Hoc Sana Vulnus.

The boy began to react positively. Julz then turned to the mother.

Julz: He's out of danger now.

The grateful mother murmured.

Mother: Thank you ... Thank you ...

Julz smiled gently.

Julz: There is no need for thanks.

But the mother, in a last momentum of lucidity, asked in a weak voice.

Mother: Can I ask you one last thing?

Julz knelt, attentive.

The mother's mother, visibly sagged, slowly turned to Julz, her eyes full of distress. She put a frail hand on hers and, in a weak voice, said: "If I came to leave this world, they would find themselves alone, homeless or family ... I would like you to take care of my children, please. »»

Surprised by this unexpected request, Julz fixed the woman for a moment, lost in her thoughts. She had no choice but to respond, unable to refuse such a promise.

Julz: "I promise you, I will watch over your children and protect them from any danger. »»

The mother's eyes filled with gratitude. A slight smile appeared on her lips, a smile imbued with relief.

Mother of the little one: "Thank you ... a lot. »»

It fixed Julz intensely, as if each word pronounced had a huge weight.

Mother of the little one: "You look like her so much ..."

At that moment, the little girl returned to the room, a bucket of water in her hands and an innocent smile on her face. Upon entering, she stopped, the atmosphere of the room had changed. She approached her mother, her sparkling eyes, and said to her happily: "Mom, you too, you will heal ..."

But his smile froze when he saw his mother, leaning against Julz, visibly weakened, her distant eyes. The mother whispered, her last forces about to leave her.

Mother of the little one: "My daughter, you look so much like the great witch Kamui ..."

Barely these words were pronounced than the mother let herself be carried away, her breath turning off in a last breath. She no longer moved.

The little girl leaned over her, her trembling hands trying to wake her up.

The child: "Mom ... Mom, you're going to get up, don't you?" Julz will take care of you and we will be able to live new moments together, we will be happy. »»

Julz, eyes full of sadness, knelt near the little one. She gently put her hand on her shoulder.

Julz: "Magic cannot bring the deceased back to life, I'm sorry. »»

The world seemed to collapse around the little girl. His suffering broke out, a heartbreaking cry being heard.

The child: "Noooooooooon!" »»

She collapsed in sobs, placing her head on the inert body of her mother, unconscious of the presence of her brother, who, in a last start of life, opened her eyes. But, not having the strength to understand what was going on, he quickly lost consciousness.

Julz, with a tight throat, got up and slowly walked away from the devastating scene. She turned to the little girl.

Julz: "I'm going to let you calm down, I'm going to stay outside with the two gentlemen. »»

By crossing the door, she whispered a last promise: "Your mother asked me to watch over you, and I promised her on her deathbed that I would do it. »»

The little, surprise, looked at her without understanding.

The child: "Uh !!! »»

Julz: I never backtrack on my promises, but the decision comes back to you. I'm waiting for you outside, warn me when you're ready. »»

Julz closed the door behind her, leaving the girl in her thoughts. She joined the two men outside. One of them, concerned, asked him:

Character 1: "We have heard cries. Is anyone well? »»

Julz: “She has just lost her mother. »»

The two men immediately felt affected, their faces closing under the weight of emotion. One of them exclaimed, with a heavy heart:

Character 2: "Poor little, I'm going to go see her. »»

Julz shook his head, his voice full of wisdom and calm: “It would be better to leave it alone; She really needs it. »»

Character 2: "Oh !!! »»

Julz turned to the door, feeling the heaviness of the situation. The little one should now face the inevitable reality of loss. After so many tears, she should now make a decision for her future, and that of her brother.

Character 1: What's going on? We hear noises.

Julz: Their mother has just left us.

Character 2: I'll go see her.

Julz: It would be better to leave her alone for now.

Inside, the little girl had stopped crying and seemed lost in her thoughts, ready to make an important decision. After a moment of reflection, she got up and went out. Julz noticed it, but she knew that the child was not yet ready to grieve.

Character 1: Eh ... little, are you okay?

The child approached Julz, his determined gaze. She spoke without hesitation.

The child: I accept ...

Julz, although she expected it, decided to check if the child was sure of his choice.

Julz: Are you really sure of your decision?

The child nodded with conviction.

The child: Yes ... I am sure.

But suddenly, tears began to flow from his eyes.

The child: My ... my mother trusted you. That's why she told you to you.

Julz got up gently, put his hand on the head of the little one and stroked her tenderly.

Julz: Don't worry. With me, you will have nothing to fear.

The child nestled against Julz, the flowing tears, while tightening it loudly. A few hours later, their mother was buried in the house, which became her last rest.

The brother, still unconscious, was transported on the back of one of the men. The child picked up a few flowers and placed them in front of the house, whispering, with a heavy heart:

The child: I will always love you, mom ... I will never forget you.

Julz let her say her farewells in silence, then said to her after a few minutes:

Julz: It's time to leave.

The child nodded and stood up. She followed Julz, her hand in that of the latter. Turning towards the house, a sad look invades her face, and in an almost imperceptible whisper, she says to herself:

The child: "Farewell, mom."

She walked silently alongside Julz. When they arrived at the inn, Lora was waiting for them, worried.

Lora: Well! Where were you gone? We have been looking for hours!

Seeing the two children, Lora wondered:

Lora: Who are these children?

Julz: These children are under my protection now. I will take care of this day.

Lora: Ah, really?

Julz: I will make sure they are well housed here.

Lora: Okay, but ...

Julz: They will sleep in my room, of course.

Lora: Okay, if ... that's what you want.

Julz turned to the two men present.

Julz: Could you lead them to my room, please?

Character 1: Of course, where is it?

Julz: This is the second door upstairs, the one labeled with the zero number.

Character 1: Very good.

The little girl, visibly worried, hugged Julz stronger and took a step. Julz, seeing her fear, knelt near her and spoke to her slowly:

Julz: You have nothing to fear. I join you soon. You are safe here.

The child nodded with a little head sign and followed the two men to the room. Once inside, they extended the boy on the bed, and one of them whispered:

Character 1: Here, he can rest now.

Later, Julz arrived in the room and thanked the men.

Julz: Thank you very much, gentlemen.

Character 1: It's with pleasure.

The grateful child turned to the two men and thanked them.

The child: Sea ... Thank you very much.

The two men, touched by his gratitude, replied with a smile:

Character 1: Don't worry, it is not necessary to thank us.

Character 2: Take care of yourself and your brother.

They left the room, leaving Julz and the children alone. After checking the boy's condition, Julz announced:

Julz: He's fine. He will wake up in a few hours, or at the latest tomorrow morning.

The child: Thank you very much, Madam Witch.

Julz: You can call me Julz. By the way, I do not know your name or that of your brother.

The child: My name is Aimi, and my brother is called Stolas.

Julz: Enchanted, Aimi. You must be hungry after all that you have gone through ... I will go get something to eat.

Before she left, Stolas slightly touched her throat and began to cough, which made Aimi jump. He opened his eyes slowly, and Aimi cried with joy:

Aimi: Big brother !!!

She took him in his arms, visibly relieved. Julz watched the scene, a smile on his lips.

Julz: He finally woke up.

Stolas tried to straighten up, but his weakness had him wavering him. Loved her to get up.

Aimi: Take your time, big brother.

He managed to straighten up and asked, confused:

Stolas: Where are we?

Julz: We are in an inn, in the middle of the forest. You are safe here.

Aimi: Mademoiselle Julz brought us here so that you can rest and receive care.

Julz: I already told you to call me Julz, Aimi.

She smiles by addressing children:

Julz: Now that you're awake, we're going to eat. You must be hungry, right?

A few minutes later, they found themselves around a table, the delicious dishes arranged in front of them. Aimi and Stolas, amazed, sank and started to taste. Julz encouraged them to eat:

Julz: Go ahead, use.

Aimi, hesitant: but ...

Julz: I promised your mother to watch over you, and that also includes feeding you. Eat without fear.

The children used themselves, impressed by the richness of the flavors. Julz observed with satisfaction.

Julz: Do you like it? Do not hesitate to use yourself.

The children were barely satisfied when a group of royal knights burst into the inn, accompanied by a man visibly angry.

All the guests were silent, surprised by this arrival, but Julz, relentless, continued to eat his skewers. The man pointed with Julz.

Marchand: She is her! This witch injured me and removed my employee!

Lora approached, taken aback.

Lora: What's going on?

Ren, an elite knight, replied, turning to Julz:

Ren: We have a complaint against you.

Julz, visibly annoyed, got up calmly.

Julz: What's again this time?

Ren: This man here accuses that you protected his employee and attacked it.

Julz: Really? Interesting.

She turned her eyes to the merchant, a smirk.

Julz: I have made your money for you, right?

Ren, surprised, turned to the merchant: is it true?

The merchant, panicked, hesitated, but ended up responding in a trembling voice: yes, but ...

Julz: As for your face injury, consider it as an act of compassion on my part.

Ren frown.

Ren: It remains a crime.

Julz, in a cold tone, retorted: a crime, indeed ... But what about the purchase of humans to make them slaves? Isn't that a crime?

Ren, amazed: what do you mean?

Julz, with a glimmer of anger in the eyes, appointed the merchant: it is not me that you should ask the question, but to this man

In a state of panic, the merchant cried: "These are only lies! This witch tries to manipulate you, to turn against me! »»

Before he could finish his sentence, Julz chopped his face again with such a fast gesture that no one had time to react. Taken from terror, the merchant uttered a cry of pain: "Aaaaaaaaaahhh !!!! »»

The inability to endure this violence pushes Ren to intervene, shouting: "That's enough! YOU... "

But before he could not finish, he noticed the expression of growing rage on Julz's face. A shiver traveled his body. He froze, not knowing how to react to Julz's palpable anger. She continued, without the slightest doubt in her voice:

"I try to turn against him, you say ..."

The merchant, panicked, stammered, the desperate look: "But ... but ..."

Julz continued in a firm voice, full of pain and anger: "These children ... They lost their mother because of your cruelty. »»

Ren, frozen, was stunned by this revelation. Julz, the center of the confrontation, added with an unshakable conviction: “Witches are living beings, just like you. What right do you have to treat them like this? »»

With a simple gesture of the hand, she turned the hostel, unleashing a wave of panic among the presents. It was the first time that Julz has seen his calm in such spectacular way. A strange feeling of confusion invades Ren. Eager to understand, he turned to the merchant, looking for the truth.

"Is what she says is true? He asked, his voice serious, his eyes piercing.

The merchant, still in a panic, tried to justify himself, but his words were hesitant: "No, it's not ... not exactly ..." I ... "

Ren Insista: "Have they reimbursed your money?" »»

The merchant, uncomfortable, replied: "Yes ... but ..."

Ren not let go, "Are you involved in the slave trade? »»

The merchant hesitated once again, the fleeing look: "Well ..."

Ren concludes, in a sharp tone: "In this case, you are the real official here. »»

The merchant, shocked, fell: "What !!!? »»

Julz then regained his calm, but his gaze was as sharp as a blade. She declared with firmness: "Tell your king to release all the children selected in the basements of the palace. »»

Ren, amazed, barely articulated: "What!?" »»

Julz continued, without being destabilized: "You have concluded an agreement with the king, right? »»

The merchant, visibly taken short, stamped: "Oh ...? »»

Julz, the cold voice like ice, announced: "You have three days. If your king does not respect this period, I will take care of visiting him myself. »»

Ren, completely upset, wondered internally, his head in full turmoil: "Children in the basements of the palace? It seems impossible to me. But if what she says is true, then the king would have manipulated us? Why are these children selected there? What are they hiding? »»