He finished eating and prepared to rest for a while to digest, but a peculiar sound in the distance made him stop immediately, and run runaway towards the hill.
-Fooo, fooo.
It was heard once again in the distance and no matter how much it glimpsed in the distance, it could not see something that indicated that it was what made that sound, very similar to the beep of a train arriving or leaving a station.
-Hell! It looks like a train.
He thought as he returned to the campfire, and shrugging his shoulders he decided to forget about the matter, and seeing the stream of water he wanted to take a dip taking advantage of the fact that the water did not feel so cold, and took the opportunity to rinse his clothes, after building with stones another improvised shelter he placed his belongings inside, threw more fuel on the fire of the campfire and sitting continued thinking, The night was brewing when a familiar voice greeted him.
-How about your day friend? –B'eila's voice being heard.
"With some new things to tell you and others to ask you, my dear B'eila ," he says, answering her greeting.
"Well, start as I'm eager to hear from you!"
-First, I found this that was about to cut off my head and feet. He said, showing her the sword in her sheath.
-How cute she is! -answers the star that seemed to be a few meters away.
"It appeared in my path but it is as beautiful as it is useless.
He says, pulling the sword out of its sheath and showing it to her, who, seeing her well, shining brighter brighter, told him.
"But... that's the Sword of Destiny! The greatest treasure of the firians; Yes, right! Impossible but if it is; I'm sure! It is the legendary Sword of Destiny, but; How did you get it? Many years ago that sword defeated Odin and his Valkyries in a legendary battle, now you surprise me and even scare me, you have to be much more powerful than the gods to be able to wield it in your hand, in just one day, a day that will be printed in the annals of the history of Fíria.
Amused by the star's amazement, he replies.
-For so much it is not, nor am I more powerful than anyone, maybe a little smarter or I had a stroke of luck, I did not have to defeat someone to get it.
-The sword had a riddle and as I in my world have always considered myself a master of riddles, I simply deciphered it, with a little luck of course but I deciphered it, by the way, let me ask you; Are you talking about the mighty Odin of Greek mythologies?
The star, still with an accent of astonishment, replied:
Yes, of that same Odin, but it is still impossible for a single mortal like you to have achieved what no one, since Mr. Destiny forged his sword, You have no idea what you have in your hands.
-Well cute, do not belittle or discriminate against mortals, also if the stars go out and the angels fall; What's wrong with being a mere mortal as you say? Besides, he added annoyedly. -The dirty sword was useless, this afternoon I had to knock down a dragon in flight with my own hands, while your famous sword of destiny was skewered on the ground, not even the riddle was so difficult, It didn't take me even 5 minutes to figure it out.
"Be silent and don't be arrogant, do not blaspheme and do not be proud, that sword will one day save your life!" –said the lone star somewhat upset.
- Well, let's stop arguing! –he answers, trying to calm the spirits. -That you started, do not get angry and tell me something: Does the Sword of Destiny have anything to do with the Spear of Destiny? I know from somewhere that whoever possesses the Spear of Destiny could conquer the world.
-Well, in reality very little, the Sword of Destiny has many thousands of years that exists. –the star answers, already with a calmer voice. -I don't know how many and the spear of destiny only about 2 thousand years and if the Spear of Destiny, can conquer your world, the Sword of Destiny could make you the King of the entire galaxy.
"Uff, you'd better not keep telling me my dear B'eila, because you make me feel too little to have the right to own her, Now you could tell me: How is it activated? It's kind of turned off, it didn't help me this afternoon with that gray dragon I told you.
-The ritual to activate the sword is stored in the memory of your heart.
-How that stored in the memory of my heart? Do you forget now that I have forgotten who I am, where I come from and where I am going? How am I going to remember with my heart, what I don't remember with my mind?
-Quiet friend, it is like your poems; How do you remember them? if you had forgotten them?
-You are right! I have no idea how but they come to me as if they were born suddenly, but no, I know that they come from somewhere in my past, that I made them, that they are mine and I had forgotten them.
"Exactly my dear friend, with the ritual that everyone of your race does when they are in danger or scared, that is the ritual that will activate the powers of the Sword of Destiny, now the sword of Yurik, that is, your sword. –says B'eila in a definitive voice.
"So you don't know the ritual, but you know I've forgotten it?"
-Exactly, I do not belong to your race or your culture, so I do not know him and at the right time, the sword will save your life; Several times! But try to remember your beliefs, because if you do not do it soon maybe tomorrow you will meet another hunting dragon and you will lose your life, dragons abound in Fíria, they live north in Daro's Eretum, in a distant mountain range but try to remember your beliefs, because if you knocked one down with your own hands as you say very soon they will talk about you among them and they will come looking for their warriors – says B'eila with a worried voice.
"The dragon was gray. –he says, specifying.
"Indeed, the grays are the hunters, the reds, the warriors, the whites are the magical, the golden ones are the millennial and most powerful, each dragon is distinguished from its class by the color that characterizes them," B'eila tells him, instructing him.
"And they're all murderers?"
-They are not murderers, they are just hunters, they are made of flesh and blood like you, and therefore they depend on a food chain, that horse that you prevented from hunting, "Surely it was just his lunch.
"Now tell me, changing the subject; What part of Fíria is this?
"Look friend," the star replies as he deliberately illuminated the East. -That one there is the forest of Eoz, although it is also known as the Forest of Oblivion, on the other side is the Valley of Mirídia where the elementals of the air live, a race of angels without wings, their appearance is like yours, they are friendly but not hospitable, they are the guardians of a sacred site and their mission is: To let absolutely no one pass and so far, since the angels of Mirídia arrived, no one has been able to reach the Temple of the Forgotten again, not even Daro's and his army of dragons who lost a spectacular battle many years ago in their last attempt to reach the sacred and secret site of Mirídia, fiercely guarded by his guardian angels.
-Interesting your story my dear B'eila, You just gave me an excellent idea, I know how I am going to test the powers of the Sword of Destiny and if it is as powerful as you say, then I will be the first to visit the Valley of Mirídia, in many, many years," Yurik says sarcastically.
-Better let's change the subject human knight and tell me about yourself, telling me what I have to know to decipher the purpose for which Gaia, the force that gives life and coordinates all things and beings in the universe brought you to Fíria, The world of forgotten stories, today I am more intrigued than ever, more shocked by your words, so I ask you to accept my confused feeling and tell me about yourself,
In verses of few rhymed syllables, as if you breathe next to me and I still do not perceive you, tell me what I have to know so as not to lose in time and space your incredible way of saying things," says B'eila in an anxious voice.
-Well, if I could tell you something else I would gladly do it, Remember that I remember nothing in my mind other than my fantasies, I have forgotten who I am and where I come from, I have forgotten my family, I have forgotten my beliefs and I do not know where the memory of my heart is. –he says, looking at the ground.
-Then sleep my dear friend, sleep peacefully that whenever you can see the sky at night, I will take care of your sleep and keep your fire burning, sleep but first try to play something with that musical instrument that you put in your mouth, And you help to remember your heart, making the wind sing maybe you remember your beliefs, because in the beliefs that sowed in your heart those of your race and what loved you most, there is the strength of that sword that will one day save your life.
The star tells him cheering him on and Yurik took another cigar from the pack and when he lit it, one more memory returned to his mind.
-Hold on! he said anxiously to B'eila. -I remember something, I don't know exactly what it is, but yes, I remember a 5-pointed star, which reminds me of a sad chapter of my stories, one of the peaks is broken, as if I were part of that star and I the broken beak.
-Then play! But hurry up, help your memories come back, that by playing your instrument you help to remember your heart.
B'eila tells him and the man blew and touched, the memories that at that moment came to his mind, reciting words that escaped his mouth suddenly...
Unwelcome little bells.
Another sleepless night
I spend hours thinking about you.
The dream goes away and your image stays.
The night passes without feeling.
Your face smiles and your eyes look at me
The darkness of your hair like night rain
She caresses my neck.
I feel a sigh.
I hear a I love you
And you say to me, my dear,
It's not a dream, I'm here with you.
I take you in my arms
And I embrace you gently,
Broken words,
While our teeth collide.
Unwelcome little bells wake me up suddenly.
The dream came without telling me,
Your image left without saying goodbye,
The murmurs of your lips faded
And next to me I found.
Just the sarcasm of an indifferent pillow.
After hearing such sad words; B'eila hid in the sky, leaving the wanderer lost looking into the fire, the star had remained mute, hidden among the other stars, watching how he settled and how he slept, that mysterious lost poet.