Behind the Fairytales

Behind the Fairytales
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Thursday, August 21, 2014

⌘ Ⅰ. A simple Fragrance

  The fragile flowers sway in the wind in the garden. A person walks stealthily among fields of wheat not far from there. She was a tall and slender shadow, which was not seen by anyone. Wheats were moving shadow as he ran. 
   He was panting. Had run several miles from where his house was. He had nothing: no water, no food; was absolutely alone and without anything to survive. However, the sound of trotting horses were coming and somehow he could go there. From now on, would have to leave the city, the family, even your own name. 
- Do not let it get away! 
   The soldiers stop the horses and prepared their weapons to shoot the boy who was running away at full speed. 
- No! 
   The shooting took another course and the boy looked back for a moment, but chose not to have it done. Tears formed and left his vision a bit blurred, but no way he could go back to see her. Anyway, he felt increasingly grudge for all the inhabitants of that place and this motivated the boy to go away. Now that Demetria was no longer alive, he definitely had not left anything behind. That girl was the only thing that was left to him, but now there was no reason for him to return to that place. 

   The night had just arrived. He was already out of the clutches of the soldiers and that city. Finally free, but lonely forever. What would from now? The boy could no longer fulfill his promise. The only thing he had left was now taking a new turn, start a new life in a place far away from all the memories, after all, it is never too late to start. 
   The howl of a lone wolf eccou not far from it, as well as the steps of the animal that were close. Anyway, he did not come out of there. The boy sat on the riverbank, looking at the reflection of the full moon in the water. The scent of flowers filled the air, making him remember things he did not want. Everything had in his mind the image of Demetria and she should be in the lowest depths of his memories, which should not be reached. 
   He picked a flower and tossed it in the river so that, somehow, she knew he was thinking about her right now and would try to still keep his promise, even if he had not any sense to continue with that.

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