HatredHis wounds ached terribly, but he had learned to bear it, the guards dragged him with his clothes drenched in blood. "Why we are hated so much? " He did not understand, he no longer cared. The door of his cell clangs as it opens then the guards throw him in, his whole body trembles with pain when hits the hard ground, then he just listen the closing doors as the laughter of the guards fade away.
He remains lying on the floor a couple of hours waiting for the wounds to heal, it's past the dusk when the pain becomes bearable. He begin to slowly move his arms and careful sits with his back leaning against the wall of the cell, slip his fingers through a hole in the wall and slowly draws a golden chain darkened by dirt. He pulls gently until a small pendant leaves the hole, take it in his both hands and carefully opens it, a photo of him and his sister is in it, she gave it to him the day that he had to leave their home to protect her and their parents, he fled the persecution and avoided
CadenasQue es esta cuerda que me ata,
que es esta prisión invisible que me encarcela,
que son estas cadenas etéreas que me aprisionan.
Quisiera librarme de estas ataduras, ser libre,
deshacerme de esta sociedad que me limita.
Liberarme de estas reglas que me atan,
liberarme de estas ideas que me encarcelan,
liberarme de los prejuicios que me aprisionan.
Quiero ser libre, quiero ser yo mismo.
The search - lilianneThe clock showed five minutes to midnight, Zeron made the final arrangements before leaving. His friend Lilianne, Lily, as he affectionately called her, was in the hospital, dying. Now there was only one thing he could do, even if it meant losing everything.
Lily had been sick for a long time and was one of the few people who spoke to him. He, like many other mages, helped in the hospital, healing people with his skills, despite not being very good at it. Zeron's skills were somewhat different, he practiced a different art, a kind of magic that had been forgotten and made him hated, even among those of his own profession. He was a sorcerer of the soul, he could give life to inanimate objects of all kinds. He didn't go to the hospital to cure patients but to bring joy and hope to the people who were there. He always gave the children toys he animated with his skills. But, unfortunately, only the children appreciated this, as they didn't yet understood the reasons why the adults despised