A Hero Dies Without Allies

It is cold in the sewers; the walls are damp and I hear the drops bursting on the floor. I walk leaning against the wall until I reach a vault where all the tunnels come together as a maze.

Going down the stairs I hear the echo of voices coming from the bottom of the vault, the stair is short and with my fingers I grab the ledges on the wall. I discover a candlelit corridor, their flames flicker with my footsteps and die out behind me. I watch a group of young men in white suits armed with swords, listen to their leader who has gathered them around the campfire. I try to see his face, but it fades with the sound of his voice.

“Hey you!” The leader said upon seeing me behind the group, the others turn with faces hidden by darkness.

I turn around ignoring the insults he throws at me, but one more word brings me closer and hits him. For an instant the group does not believe what they have seen, they raise their weapons and chase me.

I flee through the tunnel with all the strength I have, the exit is impossible to find in this underground labyrinth and soon my legs stop responding, I need to take a breath.

The noises drift away and think I lost them, but I recognize one lurking in the dark, I watch the shine on the sword disappear in his own shadow.

“I’m behind him!”

I approach, grasp the dagger and stab him in the neck, back, and belly. I fall to the ground, his body lying next to me and I push him into the sewer flow.

I grab the sword and slide into the dark ready to face my enemies; then I feel a blow to the neck and a stream of blood escapes from me. I try to stop the bleeding and my sight fills up with every blow I get.

The eagle waves on the pole of the Main Square with green, white and red, in a night that glows with flames.

“Take cover!” Shouted the soldier when there was an explosion.

The platoon opens fire on a building, armored cars shoot from their turrets, soldiers force their way in the crossfire towards the entrance and the tanks are ready to fire. The captain asks for air support to fight the interior forces.

We are losing the battle, soldiers die and others retreat, the armored cars explode one by one. I hear a scream in the Main Square, and I see a woman covering her daughter from the shooting. I rush to them skipping debris and dodging bullets, I reach them when a missile buzzes and explodes on us. The noises disappear, the flag catches fire and the pole falls. At that moment you see a slow reality, enough to keep that moment and take it with you.

A dying man would have the image of his family; I see the remains of the girl and her mother.

“A lost nation …”

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The Dwellers In The Caves

On this narrow path the fire serpent descends towards the heart of the mountain.

We advance in the gloom, torches reveal the smooth contours of our armor and on the march we illuminate the tunnel.

The villagers asked for our help and a first group answered the call. Weeks went by without hearing from them, so we go back to finish the assignment.

Months ago, the miners discovered a copper vault where demons are prisoners. At first, they confused them with figures carved in stone, but they woke up when they sensed the presence of men. They lifted their stout bodies with twisted horns and tangled manes.

The twinkling-eyed demons watched the miners flee in terror. From the depths, a wave of bellowing invaded the tunnels. Those who had escaped sealed the mine and heard the screams of their companions drown.

We follow the latin prayer that comes from the tunnels, as we get closer a glow becomes more intense. We discover a monk kneeling before the cross that burns with a crucified man, his armor and body were charred, raises his head from his shoulder to look at us, in that instant we unsheathed our swords.

“Saints, back off!” Said the monk in a raspy voice and stands up, “this is my kingdom!”

With a sword in hand the monk strike, we dodge their attacks and curses. He is a man of God, nobody dares to fight him, one of us sent to preserve the faith of the first expedition. I take a side step when he dashes to me, the weight of the sword makes him stagger and he leans on it to stay upright, he recovers and looks to us, raises the edge and with a single movement I cut his arms with my sword. He falls to his knees observing his wounds. I pierce his chest and twist the blade bursting his ribs, wipe the blood on my face in front of the stunned gazes of the soldiers and continue my way to the copper vault.

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Romance Of An Idea

I have a grand obsession; I love her so much and it distresses me to be apart from her.

Again, she crosses my path and I think of pulling away. I remember the day when I didn’t want to go with her, and I insisted inside myself. At first I hesitated, but I tried again.

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The Voice Of Darkness

Without mercy or pity, goodbye tears. 

Hate, anger and revenge satisfy me.

“Who can you trust?”

I would answer.

“Trust yourself.”

We must triumph over treachery, get up and keep going.

“Be the best of you.”

Love fades and hatred prevails; follow your ideals and push yourself.

Defeat the silent enemy that dwells in your spirit, hide those feelings and you will live.

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