Chapter 11 – The hostage
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roxima Centauri’s first rosy rays began to light the forest and the mountains. The gorge in which the small town inhabited by the Proximians was situated was reached by the sunlight gradually as the sun went up in the sky. The sky was once more lit by that almost dim, rosy light announcing that a new day had just come on Proxima B.
Matthew woke up to the sound of a strange bird that leaned against his window. Its own blue and red feathers made it look as if it were made of glass. Its beak was emerald green. Two tufts of feathers that looked like two yellow antennae stood out on its head. Its song was a symphony of sounds that resounded through the bedroom of his accommodation.
Matthew sat on his bed and smiled at its sight, feeling that he had finally come ho
