Chapter 5: THE WANTING AND THE FORGET
The tears fall from my eyes the cruelty of war is by far the worst torture of man, but for sure life in those disgusting holes full of rats are nothing compared to the reality of having to get out of them, at least the I saw for the last time and she saw me for the last time.
Perhaps fate is not as cruel as I imagine, perhaps she, like me, is remembering that moment we share while being born somewhere, somewhere on this earth.
I wonder if maybe I'll ever see her again, her sweet smile her beautiful brown hair, but in her eyes that in my memory begin to disappear, I look at an unbreakable will, If she looked at me with inexhaustible courage, I think she smarter than me, I knew that we would never see each other again, However, what is really beautiful is that we saw each other, that we were there for each other, and we did, although short our life was one that I would not change even for all the wealth in the world, maybe we will never see each other, and I don't know if we were guided by a supernatural force or by the sweet guide of chance but every moment we lived together was miraculous, we were benefited by chance, a pure chance so generous and kind and that we were able to meet in such vast time and space.
-Yes, that's right, I will live this life well, this life no matter how gloomy it may be, no matter how dark it may be, I have to live in a correct and free way.
I begin to forget the mind empties, as if the memories that I cling to so much caress my hand and tell me LET US GO, as if she with her Brown hair forced me to forget, but I can not the body is weak now, but my will is great I will not forget what gives me the strength to live and live in a way in which these memories are the basis for not making the same mistakes again and being able to live with dignity with the values of my parents, and without forgetting the love he felt for her.
But before me there is another reality, far from sight in my memories, it is a dark room, well there is not so much sun, but the opaque walls are of a dark gray stone that gives a gloomy atmosphere to the place.
Suddenly something comes in, the door opens and with the little strength I have left I want to turn my head, but I can't see it, because I can't see it clearly, I go in I'm sure I will hear the door.
Shortly after I hear some words it is an old voice of an older man, it sounds bitter and tired but even so I cannot see it it seems to be smaller than the cradle, someone of short stature, suddenly I hear the sound of the wood being dragged it is as if it was moving alone but my head can't see below the strength of a child it is simply tiny it is very uncomfortable the feeling that you are completely defenseless.
After a while of dragging I hear footsteps on the stairs of the bank and what I see fills me with horror, is it a man or not, his ears are different, they are elongated, full of wrinkles, his face shows an expression of anguish and although few show a concern that does not escape my eyes, it is low and ugly his hands carry a glass bottle and put it in my mouth.
The milk is delicious, it is incredible but the amazing sight scares me beyond imagination, what is this, he touches me with his calloused hands and tells me in his low voice.
-The son of Miss Bella is energetic, as you can see that he is the son of the great black house, his blood is superior to that of the other magicians, I wish my poor mistress had the opportunity to see her grandson, there is my there of me.
That said beautiful lady is she my mother? But because it is not here what is happening who is this creature and because it speaks of lineages, questions fill my mind what is happening, the mysterious creature continues with its dialogue.
-How is it possible, how is it possible that the great black house ends up with a single heir if the mistress could see this how sad it would feel that after so many descendants there was only one left to continue what sadness.
I still don't understand what is happening, but apparently I am the only son in this house, but what happens with my mother and father is that they died or are missing.
I still do not understand, but maybe I worry a lot since this creature looked at me with tenderness I can be sure that it is not an enemy and maybe it is my protector so little by little I lose my strength, my eyelids fall, that's how I finish the first day of my life of rebirth.
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