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– Es candidato para ser rey según lo dicen las runas antiguas, los ancianos registraron las palabras de los dioses y me han encomendado la misión de escoltarle a la ciudad y protegerlo hasta que sea el gran torneo que decidirá quién será el rey de este reino – Aún no podía cree lo que mis orejas escuchaban – ¿Yo? ¿Un candidato a Rey? Creo que te has equivocado de sujeto – Dije antes de retirarme de allí e ir a ver a mis padres, los cuales se hallaban bien aunque algo shockeados por el suceso, más que nada mi madre a quien le había bajado la presión.
El guerrero enterró su espada en la tierra y nos ayudó a llevar a mi madre a la casa, para que descansara. Una vez hecho esto, y mi madre recostada en la cama al lado de mi padre, el guerrero volvió a llamarme. – Su majestad, por favor, tiene que acompañarme – Siguió insistiendo pero yo replicaba – ¿Por qué? Ni siquiera se tu nombre y ¡¿Pretendes que me crea esa historia de que fui elegido para tal cosa?! – Comenzaba a levantar mi tono de voz y golpear la mesa con mi puño, a lo que el guerrero solo cerró sus ojos y volvió a reverenciarme y agregando – Mis más sinceras disculpas, mi nombre es Noah Roxnald, Cazador Rango B del gremio Zolt del reino de Isidor – .
Por si me olvidaba mencionarles, los cazadores se subdividen internamente en rangos que van desde la A hasta la D, e incluso hay súper cazadores especiales, la clase S, mientras más rango, mejores misiones puedes aceptar, solo el Master del gremio puede decidir que rango esta el otro observando su desempeño y habilidades.
Volviendo al tema original, Su apellido me era muy familiar, pero no le di mucha importancia a eso y me concentre en lo importante – ¿Que te hace pensar que soy yo? Puede que te equivoques – Volteé mi mirar para verlo a la cara, aun confundido, este solo soltó un leve suspiro y dijo – Pues si no me cree, acompáñeme a ver a uno de los ancianos que se encuentra en el gremio, él le podrá decir con certeza si es o no candidato a rey – Nos quedamos pensativos por un buen tiempo, él me miraba con una mirada fría y segura hasta que lo interrumpí agregando – No sé si creerte o no, tendré que pensarlo – Dije con voz apagada, Noah sonrío y me dijo – No me iré de aquí sin usted, avíseme cuando se haya decidido – Y sin más, se retiro de la casa pero de seguro se quedara por los alrededores. Se hacía de noche, las reparaciones tomaría tiempo, pero igual nos sentamos a comer en una mesa de madera, mis padres se hallaban mejor y nos sentamos a conversar sobre el tema varias horas, aún estaba desconcertado por tal cosa.
Terminando con una sonrisa de ellos y sus palabras: – Te amamos hijo y lo que decidas estará bien para nosotros, sabemos que elegirás lo mejor, no te preocupes por nosotros – No dijeron nada más. Poco después me retiré a mi habitación, la cual era pequeña y solo tenía una cama individual y un baúl con mi ropa, me quede mirando por una ventana, la noche era despejada, la luna era grande y el cielo despejado, horas después, tomé mi decisión.
All right, it was very strange at seeing the creatures all around me, which they never stopped putting silly faces, caressing me. Was it too much to ask for some explanations? At noticing that I couldn’t talk, I was just sobbing, before I was taken in to a kind of round carriage, made of wood, an oval door and a lot of empty spaces, just to look like windows, in the front the was a kind of metal staff in which hung from a square lamp, turn off and no wheels, of course it didn’t need to, cause it floated in the air.
I never stopped to amaze me, every time I noticed more about the surroundings I got even more amazed. In one of the top corners of the transportation, there was a crystal inlaid on it and the shine with intensity, I didn’t knew in that moment how did it work, but I figured that I would soon find out. I was cover with a pink blanket in which by some reason, it was uncomfortable for my back. We step into the “carriage”, inside I couldn’t see it so well, because one of the animals hold me on its chest, and unable to avoid falling to sleep into its arms. At times, being child stinks. When I woke up, I was on a white rectangular crib, in a very spacious room, just to my right, a huge picture window, which was opened, letting in a beautiful breeze, the floor that was lined with a carpet, that it seemed very soft. At my side there was a bed, and judging by its size, matrimonial.
Now settled and with a pair of year in me, my new “parents”, so to speak, and the daily life, let me known more about that strange world.
It could said that I was a simple world and at the same time not, with seven kingdoms, almost each one of them separated in gigantic continents, with a monarchic system, ruled by a king in each kingdom, ours, was the Kingdom of Isidor. With lots of different kinds of jobs everywhere, which in my case, farmer, in the farm of my parents. But in my opinion, the best job of all was of being a Hunter, he whose job was to kill beasts not only with weapons but with magic too. Each kingdom has its own guild, ours was Zolt. There also existed different minerals that possessed different specialties and uses, like those that are used to electricity, fire…etc. Placed in the slots of the objects to give them movement or forged them, to give them “special abilities” in weapons or to raise magic power.
After some time, it came the news that the king was dead, and the heirs were only those of will be chosen by the gods in which the people of that land believed in, through runes, the sages deciphered who were the chosen ones and summoned ones, so that later they would go to combat, and the winner would be chosen among them.
I had already eighteen years old in which I was given the task to clean the sheds, I got used to this world, living in a kingdom’s small town, in a shack made of bricks and other materials. It cost me a lot the fact of knowing that I was no longer a human, I was now an anthropomorphic creature, a blue lion with wings, which were the sources of my back pain when I was a baby, dressed on a sort of leather jacket and short pants that cover me to my knee, which all was of brown color and darker brown for the jacket. That name that I used to have, completely disappeared so that I will star with the name Daisuke Mizugawa.
Now with the entrusted duty, I decided to organize the place which was full with boxes and metal parts, clothing. I don’t know how much time I spent on this bur for sure it must have been hours, until, when I was organizing the shelves, I noticed under a lot of fabrics, all dusty, a weapon kind of peculiar, with the average measure of my size, which if I remember it was 1.78M, thanks to its enormous blade, still full of dust because it must have been here year ago it seems, I noticed that it still really sharp with a strange green mark on the handle, interlaced, with some kind of crystal on the point of the sword and three more between the blade and the handle, without mentioning the big one on the center of the sword, all red and very impressive by the eye.
By some strange reason, I wanted to grab it, but in that moment, it happen an earthquake that it looks like if something had hit it, throwing the stuff I organized, I was able to notice that it came from the orchard, were my parents were. I ran to see what had happened, and I could see how my father was holding a rake on his hand with my mother behind him, defending himself from a huge troll, they happened to measure between 5 or 6 meters and they never enter villages without a reason. I throw him a rock that I found on the ground and that I had on my reach, although it didn’t work at all, I managed to call his attention, it attacked me with all his rage as it seems, giving me a hit that send me against the house, back to the shed, leaving me under the boxes and metal tubes, I break free from all this things and I could see that the troll was getting closer to me, I didn’t had nothing to defend myself, when I watched the huge sword. Incredible to believe, when I pull out the sword its weight didn’t match its size, although I had to use both of my hands to wield it or otherwise I wouldn’t know how to use it, and I decided to defend myself with the sword, swinging into various directions I managed to cut his arm that felt on my left, staining me, the sword and the ground with blood, then the troll started to emit a great scream, raising his arm to give a new strike, I got stunned in the act, because before I could do anything a fox appeared in the back of the troll and piercing through the thorax of the troll with its two hand sword, making the troll fall in the floor in front of me, it was obvious that the troll was dead in an instant and that the one who helped me was on his back.
With a great silver hair, gray fur, in its chest there was a breast strap that was protecting the zone where his heart was, spiky shoulder pads and with white airy pants that cover its legs, they were found under some sort of shiny gold fabric, tack with red strips on the edges and with a headband on his head made of the same material as its belt that it was wearing, which had himself out, two large strips that reach its knees, waving with the wind and that made it have a mysterious air along with a scar on its left eye. I supposed it was a hunter, although it was weird to see one around here, considering that this is a small town.
What I could never forget about our meet, was when he fold its handle, he got off the troll toward me, with calm and gentle steps, it kneel in front of me, making me a bow and without hesitating -I’m glad I found you, your majesty- He said leaving me speechless by the shock I got at hearing it.
De acuerdo, era muy extraño el ver a esas criaturas a mí alrededor, quienes no paraban de hacer caras graciosas, acariciándome. ¿Era mucho pedir explicaciones acaso? Al notar que no podía hablar, solo sollozaba, antes de ser llevado en una especie de carruaje redondo, hecho de madera, una puerta ovalada y varios espacios vacios para hacer aparentar ventanas, en el frente se encontraba una especie de vara de metal de la cual colgaba una lámpara cuadrada, apagada y sin ruedas, claro que no las necesitaba, puesto que flotaba en el aire.
No paraba de asombrarme, cada vez que me percataba de mí alrededor, más me sorprendía. En una de las esquinas superiores del transporte, se hallaba un cristal incrustado y que brillaba con intensidad, no sabía en ese momento para que servía, pero supuse que pronto lo descubriría. Fui envuelto en una manta color rosa que por alguna razón, me incomodaba en la espalda. Nos subimos al “carruaje”, por dentro no lo pude ver bien, ya que uno de esos animales, me retuvo contra su pecho, sin poder evitar dormirme en sus brazos. A veces, ser chico apesta.
Cuando me desperté, me hallaba en una cuna rectangular, de un color blanco en una habitación espaciosa, justo a mi derecha, un enorme ventanal, que estaba abierto, dejando entrar una hermosa brisa, un suelo forrado con una alfombra que al parecer, era muy suave. A mi lado una cama, a juzgar por su tamaño, matrimonial.
Ya asentado y con un par de años en mi, mis nuevos “padres”, por así decirlo, y la vida cotidiana, me dejaron saber más de este extraño mundo.
Podría decirse que es un mundo simple y a la vez no, con siete reinos, casi todos separados en gigantescos continentes, con un sistema monárquico, dominado por un rey en cada reino, el nuestro, era el Reino de Isidor. Con trabajos por doquier y de todo tipo, y en mi caso, agricultor en la granja de mis padres. Pero a mi parecer, el mejor de todos, era el ser un Cazador, aquel que se encarga de trabajos de matar bestias y de maces utilizando no solo armas, sino magia también. Cada reino tiene un gremio, el nuestro era Zolt. Existen también, diferentes minerales que poseen varias especialidades y usos, como los que se usan para la electricidad, fuego... etc., colocándose en las ranuras de los objetos para darle movimiento o forjarlos con tales, para darle "habilidades especiales" a las armas o aumentar el poder mágico.
Luego de un tiempo, llego la noticia de que el rey había muerto, y los heredero solo eran elegidos por los dioses en los que creía la gente de esta tierra, por medio de runas, los sabios descifraban quienes eran los elegidos y convocados para luego ser llevados a un especie de combate, y el ganador sería elegido de entre ellos.
Ya dieciocho años tenía cuando se me fue encomendada la tarea de limpiar el cobertizo, ya me había acostumbrado a este mundo, viviendo en un pequeño pueblo del reino, en una casa precaria, hecha de ladrillos y otros materiales. Me costó aceptar el hecho de que ya no era más humano, ya que ahora soy una especie de antropomorfo, un león azul con alas, las cuales me incomodaban cuando me arroparon de bebe, vestido en una especie de chaleco de cuero y pantalones cortos a la rodilla, de un todo marrón claro y oscuro el chaleco. Aquel nombre que tuve alguna vez, desapareció para comenzar a llamarme por Daisuke Mizugawa.
Ya con el deber encomendado, decidí comenzar a ordenar el lugar, que estaba lleno de cajas y partes de metal, ropa. No sé cuánto me habré tardado, pero de seguro fueron varias horas, hasta que, acomodando en las repisas, noté de bajo de varias telas, lleno de polvo, un arma algo peculiar, con un tamaño proporcional a mi estatura, que si no mal lo recuerdo es de 1.78M, gracias a su enorme hoja que, aún empolvada y que ya tenía muchos años allí al parecer, se notaba que tenía mucho filo aún, con un extraño grabado en la empuñadura, de color verde, entrelazado, con una especie de cristal en la punta y otros tres más entre la hoja y la empuñadura, sin mencionar el enorme que se hallaba en el centro, todos rojos, entraña, pero impresionante de ver.
Por alguna razón, quise tomarla, pero en eso, se sintió un temblor en la tierra que parecía como si algo la hubiera golpeado, tirando todas las cosas que había ordenado, pude notar que provenía de la huerta, donde mis padres se hallaban. Corrí a ver que sucedía, y pude ver a mi padre alzando un rastrillo en la mano, con mi madre detrás, defendiéndose de un enorme trol, ellos llegan hasta medir 5 o 6 metros y no suelen entrar a las aldeas sin un motivo, pero no parecía tenerlo. Le tiré una piedra que pude encontrar en el suelo y tenía a mi alcance, aunque de mucho no sirvió, logré llamar su atención, arremetió contra mí con toda su ira al parecer, dándome un golpe que me mando contra la casa, de nuevo al cobertizo, dejándome de bajo de las cajas, y tubos de metal, costándome así, lograr zafarme, aunque pudiendo después de unos intentos, veía como se acercaba a mí, no tenia forma de enfrentarlo, cuando pude ver la enorme espada. Increíble de creer, pero al empuñarla, su peso no concordaba con su tamaño, aunque tenía que usarla a dos manos, no se me dificultaba moverla, decidí defenderme con ella y moviendo la espada en varias direcciones, pude lograr cortarle el brazo que cayó a mi izquierda, manchándome tanto a mí, como a la espada y suelo de sangre, este comenzó a largar un enorme grito, alzando su brazo para dar un gran golpe, me quede pasmado en el acto, porque antes de que hiciera algo, de la nada, salió un zorro que le salto desde la zona de su espalda y atravesándole con su mandoble en el tórax, haciendo que el trol cayera al suelo frente a mí, era obvio que el trol quedo muerto al instante y quien me había ayudado se hallaba por en cima de su espalda. Con una gran cabellera plateada, pelaje grisáceo, en su pecho se hallaba una pechera, que cubría la zona del corazón, hombreras picudas y con unos pantalones aireados de color blanco que cubrían sus piernas, se hallaban debajo de una especie de tela brillosa y dorada, bordada con franjas rojas en los bordes y una cinta en la cabeza, que era del mismo material que la que usaba como cinturón, el cual tenía saliendo de si, dos tiras largas que llegaban hasta sus tobillos, ondeando al viento que lo hacía tener un aire misterioso, junto con su cicatriz en el ojo izquierdo. Supuse que era un cazador, aunque era raro ver uno aquí, considerando que este es un pueblo pequeño.
Lo que nunca podre olvidar de nuestro encuentro, fue cuando desclavó su mandoble, se bajo del trol, acercándose a mí con un paso suave y tranquilo, se arrodillo con una reverencia diciendo sin titubear – Me alegro haberlo encontrado, su majestad – Dejando me sin habla por el shock que me provoco escucharlo.
Most of religions told us that there are an almighty being, the Creator of Universe, both omnipresent and omnipotent. Others believe that there is more than one, all different, with opposite sex, etc. Almost all use always the same sermon, if you are good you will go to heaven, otherwise you will go to hell. Well… Can I tell you something? They are all wrong, that’s right. Well… almost the part about the heaven and hell, those things do not exist, unless you are some kind of pessimist, in that case, there will be a hell wherever you go.
When someone dies, basically your soul is sucked from the body, to be driven by an intense light, into a huge white room, where, there is nothing more than a monumental wooden door with a colonial detail, in my opinion, and to right, a giant (huge) paper stuck with a lot of names on it. Moreover, there were just so many souls, some of them “talking to” each other, whispering and wondering why they were gathered in this place. I wasn´t so social with anyone, It had been always like that, the misfit, the excluded, and so on.
Leaving that aside, every certain period of time, the door got opened to let out a enormous dog, as I noticed, it was a German shepherd with a spiked collar around its neck, with four meters long at most. Sounds weird, but it´s true, although there does not the end, the strangest thing was the fact that it could talk, and every time it came out, repeating the same: – Be welcome to the “Souls’ Room’ – it said while it opened its big mouth, it was terrifying watching how it made us go back with the wind that it was produced while he was speaking. It always called one soul by the list on the wall, which, it will later enter the door with the huge canine and never came out. A lot of them commented that that they will be devoured by that animal, others, simply wanted to return, they were trying to scratch the walls or something, but with no results, since there was no way out of there, the only exit was that door.
After a long time, the time when I was called by the big dog finally came, to pass through that door. There was not much to say, except by the fact that the only thing I could do was keep moving forward in that door.
When I went in, there was absolute darkness, cannot be seen even another soul, it was the nothingness, without noises or senses, nothing. All of sudden I thought that it was the destiny provided for me, the death in front of me appeared a light that it was so shiny. Blinded by that bright, I could not make out who or what was making such a shine like that. I could only hear a deep, strange and mysterious voice coming from the light. – Hello Eric. – It said, I still was unable to understand what was happening, so I did not answer to its greeting. Suddenly, I began to feel a comforting warm from the light. – What are you? – I succeed to ask it, I have to admit that I felt some scare of what came to answer or what could happen me next. There was a silence for a few seconds, which broke the sound of my voice again (once more). –Answer me! – I reincorporated myself with some authority and even more trust (confidence/reliance) on myself, I wanted (looked for) answers and sure I was that would get them. – “What” not, rather “who” it would be a better question – Replied in a very calm voice – In any case, that’s a question without importance actually, you already know who I am, even if you don’t believe in me. I take you here, my son, like everyone, with the intention to tell you that the time of your transfer has come. – It said with a subtle but intriguing voice and before I could even answer, it added. – Do you want to begin without your memories or keep up them? – That question let me more confused, I had no idea of what was happening or what really meant “transfer” and to “keep up my memories”, that’s why I chose to keep up them. But before I can ask about what “transfer” means, it said me. – Almost everyone choose to forget, but it´s your choice, so it will be in that way – And without another word, the light vanished instantly.
All become in absolute darkness, I felt lost, floating in the void, without direction, even know if I was still alive or dead, wondering myself about what it want to mean with “transfer” and what would happen now. I was so confused, so many questions and no enough answers, the feel of the time was impossible, I want to speculate… perhaps a year, just a couple of days, who knows. After a while, it opened a bridge on the nothing, a huge ace of light appeared growing even bigger, until it completely got cover in light, and I got blinded by a few instants. When finally I got the time to open my eyes, I could saw two creatures, one of which was holding me in his arms, forcing my sight, I could make out their faces, and so, I was surprised in such a way that I could not hold it back and let out a noisy cry, I wanted scream, but it became a cry, since I noticed I was a baby and the creatures around me were nothing but two huge lions, one male and one female, under the shade of a leafless tree, just a big pear-shaped fruit species, three suns shining with a green apple color and a couple of clouds in the sky, which, just to continue the challenge of the logic, it was yellow.
TO BE CONTINUED - Chapter II: "That Land That I Called Home"
You know this world where we live are full of lovely fauna and splendid flora, wonderful landscapes and amazing buildings, huge cities.
We’ve advanced technology, well ahead medicine; it’s why we can attain great things. We also have a large variety of cultures, beliefs and religions, breeds and so more things. Not long time ago, I was nothing but a simple guy with 18’s whose name was Eric Ramírez, a common Mexican guy, settled in Tijuana without ambitions or wish for great things, one run-of-the-mill, who thought meaningless to value the life.
But thanks to one of those destiny’s twist, a day like anything, my life comes to his end in an unexpected way ‘cuz a fateful traffic accident that happened when I was coming back from my job, perhaps I was out of my mind or maybe the trucker was drunk. In any case, the last I can remember about that is woke up on stretcher, going along of a cream-colored corridor which blue-glazed tiles in the walls and floodlights in the roof. Several people wearing white coats were around me, they face was blurred and belongs to a stranger, I haven’t idea about how serious my condition was, at that moment all that I know was that my situation was not good, I couldn´t feel nothing.
The only one person that I already knows was my mom, the sadness can be noticed in her face, I could see everyone’s lips moving, even if I cannot understand what they were talking about, there was an uncomfortable, huge and whole silence, I was just able to feel my heart’s beats, which seems fewer continual and more spacious between them. I was able to notice how they weep for me, with my middle-opened eyes.
I did want to raise myself, to wake up and look that all was nothing more than a dream, a nightmare. But that didn’t happen, and before I can realize what will happen next, I closed my eyes, take a big breath and then breathe out one last time, or that was I thought, ´cuz for me, who always thought about himself as someone utterly atheist, death was not end of the way, instead, it was just the beginning of a new one, a new world with a new life.
This is my history, and I want to share it with all of you, ‘cuz even if you don’t believe it, everything that I’ll narrate you, is true. Maybe, it could be really hard understand at the beginning, for me it was too, but you will, with every word that you read here.
TO BE CONTINUED - Chapter 1: “The day that I was reborn”
¿Saben? Este mundo en el que vivimos está lleno de una hermosa fauna y esplendida flora, fascinantes paisajes e increíbles construcciones, enormes ciudades.
Contamos con una avanzada tecnología, una medicina muy desarrollada, gracias a las cuales, podemos lograr grandes cosas. Tenemos una gran variedad de culturas, creencias y religiones, razas y de maces.
Hastano hace mucho, yo era nada más que un simple chico de dieciocho años con el nombre de Eric Ramírez, un mexicano común, asentado en Tijuana y sin ninguna aspiración a grandes cosas ni ambiciones, solo uno mas del montón, dirían muchos. Al cual, el apreciar la vida, no era lo suyo.
Pero por uno de esos giros del destino, un día común como cualquier otro, mi vida llego a su fin inesperadamente gracias a un fatídico incidente de transito que ocurrió cuando volvía de mi trabajo a mi casa, no sé si fue por mi descuido, o por que el conductor del camión estaba borracho. El punto es que, lo último que logro recordar de aquello, fue el despertar en una camilla, yendo por un largo pasillo color crema, con azulejos blancos en las paredes y tubos de luz en el techo. Varias personas de bata blanca a mi alrededor, todos con caras desconocidas y borrosas, no tenía idea que tan grabe me encontraba, lo único que sabía en ese momento era que no era bueno mi estado, no sentía nada.
A la única persona que logré reconocer en ese lugar, fue a mi madre, a quien se le notaba la tristeza en su rostro, podía ver débilmente como todos movían sus labios, aún que no podía entender lo que decían, todo estaba en un enorme e incomodo silencio absoluto, solo podía sentir los latidos de mi corazón, los cuales, se percibían cada vez menos continuos y mas espaciosos entre cada uno. Podía notar por medio de mis ojos entre abiertos, como lloraban por mí.
Quise levantarme, despertar y ver que todo fue nada más que un simple mal sueño, una pesadilla. Pero no fue así, y antes de que me percatara de que era lo que iba a suceder después, cerré mis ojos, tomé un gran respiro, y exhalé por última vez, o eso pensé, por que para mí, quien se creía un ateo completo, la muerte no fue el final de mi camino, más bien, sino, el comienzo de uno nuevo. Un nuevo mundo y una nueva vida.
Esta es mi historia, y quiero contársela a ustedes, porque aunque no me lo crean, todo lo que les narraré a continuación, es verdad. Tal vez les cueste entenderlo al principio, a mí también me costó, pero lo harán con cada palabra que lean.
