King Coballo summoned his best war commanders; Sol and Laguna, twin angels who starred in the last battle of Mirídia's army, when they defeated Daro's and his dragons, the two listened attentively to the indications of their King.
-The enemy is in the Eoz forest, we will wait for him in the valley and attack with the first defense block, we do not know from what part of the dark territories he comes from and is considered very dangerous and intelligent, so the attack must of being fast, surprising and devastating.
The King said, determined, to his commanders who nodded and withdrew to make preparations for battle.
Yurik woke up and continued his way through the trunks of the tall pines, helped himself with his hand axe making his way through the undergrowth as if looking for shortcuts, and almost at noon, he finally reached what seemed to him the end of that pine forest, a great valley where the view was lost, on the horizon predominated.
This must be the Valley of Mirídia and somewhere must be the palace of my Princess.
He thought and without further ado, he started the road, sometimes he advanced slowly through the high pastures that reached his chest, and he also feared losing his way because of the large number of hills that made it difficult for him to locate, his reference of advance was the pine forest that had been left behind him.
And sometimes he lost sight of it, walking with difficulty he reached a plateau on which there were about 6 or 7 large semi-round and semi-buried stones several meters high.
-These stones are very rare, their round shape does not seem to be natural since here there are no slopes or mountains to roll so round, they are also very well accommodated so that they have been so above. I thought as I looked at that area.
"If they weren't this big they could be ammunition for a catapult, but it would have to be a huge catapult operated by giants.
-He observed and explored those stones carefully until he found no logical explanation and ended up shrugging his shoulders to downplay it, he felt thirsty and hoped to find a river, spring or something where he could drink water, he decided to rest for a while under the protection of those stones on his sides covered by the Sun and he sat down, He remained for a while squinting as if meditating half bored, trying to remember once again the possible ritual of the Sword of Destiny, he took it from the sheath and stood up, ready to practice whatever ritual or spell came to mind and in the middle of those great round stones began.
-FOR THE POWEEER OF GRAYSSKULLL, I AALREEADYY HAAVEE THE POOWEEER.
He tried several times in various ways until he became convinced that this was not the ritual.
-What the hell do we of my race do when we are in danger and scared or about to be charged by the clown? –He shouted knowing that no one was listening.
-SWORD OF THE OOMMEEEN GIVE MEEE THE POWEEER OF LOOK FURTEEER!
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He remembered the words of the lone star.
-Daemons! I cannot remember it, to see, to see; What else is hidden in my fantasy? I know!
-BY THE POWER OF THE WALKING GHOST! GIVE ME THE STRENGTH OF 10 TIGERS.
And nothing... The sword was still inert and dull.
-I'm taken by the one who brought me! I have to remember it, I have to remember it.
-THUNDEERR, THUNDERCAATSSS, UOOOOO.
And nothing.
-God dammit! What's the fucking ritual of fucking fate's fucking sword? I have to remember it because I feel that I will need it very soon, because I will find a real lion and I will not even use the machete.
-ANCIENT SPIRITS OF THE EVIL. TRANSFORM THIS USELESS SWORD INTO THE LEGENDARY SWORD OF DESTINY.
After a while of practicing fantastic speells and occurrences, he put away his sword and decided that it was better to continue his way, soon he found paths that sometimes allowed him to walk faster, paths in the pasture as if made by animals that commonly passed by, wide and straight paths, not solitary animals, as made by herds, He thought of this while walking, and following the sight of some trees that looked like fruit trees, he found another promontory of large rounded stones, near some trees that seemed to be orange and contentedly broke them while he was quenching his thirst, in the distance he distinguished a kind of shadow that obscured the landscape, he stopped and observed the movement over the valley of that dark spot that behaved like that of a herd of buffaloes Moving.
-No! Their movement is mathematical and organized like that of an army.
He thought and scanned the horizon with his eyes in the opposite direction with respect to that military formation, trying to locate the possible enemy of that so disciplined army that seemed to prepare for an attack, with a skillful movement he climbed to the highest of the towered stones to improve his angle of vision and managed to distinguish human figures approaching, with a glass at the tip like small radars, as if each one carried an inverted foil.
Yes, it is an army and if what they carry in their hands are weapons I hope not to be in the middle of a battle, however...
"They are coming to me! And I don't see the enemy anywhere.
He was thinking about all this while trying to adjust his hair uselessly, he was still watching attentively the movements of that stain on the meadow, when suddenly a war cry was heard, and all together they raised their silver spears into the sky, a strange formation of clouds began to settle above those who had shouted.
Yurik watched excitedly as those clouds descended so fast, that they looked like clumps of sand falling on that aligned army, the clouds rose again as fast as they had descended, leaving the valley empty, and not a single trace of the army of blue soldiers with silver spears, astonished at the spectacular outcome of so short, At the same time he thought.
-Too bad, it looked like a powerful and well-organized army, apparently those clouds were the enemy, although... They are still there and they are flashing! Perhaps the battle is unfolding in the sky.
At that, a gloomy spiral began to descend from the clouds.
-Devils, demons, sorcerers and lions with wings, a tornado is forming, how spectacular!
I thought as I continued to observe the development of events above the stone, and at the same time mentally traced an escape route.
-And it can see that they are giving themselves hard! Although I better get off this stone and retire, Since apparently they are heading here, and that tornado must be at least category 3 and can easily lift these stones to throw them at me in the head for curious.
When he jumped down from the stone, the tornado had already taken direction for him, and a lightning bolt jumped hitting strongly the stone on which he had been, Feeling the explosion so close, he began to run trying to avoid his possible trajectory.
-Daemons! He seems to be following me; Apparently the enemy is me! So, or more stupid?
He screamed as zigzagged trying to reach the tall grasslands to hide, he ran trying to get out of his path but it was useless, the tornado had already reached the promontory of round stones followed and it was a chilling terror that he felt when he saw one of the huge stones fall, One of the huge round stones very close to him, he turned incredulously to see the unimaginable, he had to roll by his own reflexes to dodge another of the huge stones that had been thrown at him by the tornado.
"With 1000 demons, those stones apparently someone put them there as ammunition for tornadoes, not catapults! I better walk away.
He drove away as fast as he could and the tornado followed; I was sure of that! While nimbly moving through the pastures, and hid by changing places so as not to be located.
Crawling and crawling on the ground, he tried to get away confused between the undergrowth and the hills, the grass was plucked furiously by the tornado as if it were a mower while searching for its elusive enemy, throwing random lightning causing regular explosions, trying to locate the elusive possessor of the Sword of Destiny who patiently waited with the sword in his hands and his chest in the ground, who felt closer and closer to the lightning that fell trying to make him come out of hiding.
"If I could dodge the stones, I don't think I can dodge lightning.
-With only one that touches me. –Thought. "Your name was Yurik! And it will no longer be necessary to remember my name, the story is over, forgotten but at last history, well, it was good to run, now let's know how powerful the famous Sword of Destiny is.
The tornado had already passed and moved away, losing the location of his prey, when he ran determined to meet him and when he went out to the grassland path torn in the furrow of earth that the same tornado was leaving in his wake, he raised the Sword of Destiny above his head with his 2 hands and shouted defiantly.
-UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!...
The tornado seemed to warn him and forming an "S" turned around and Yurik, seeing the tremendous force of the whirlpool felt a chill and unconsciously, with an automatic movement He signed himself several times and that's when it happened.
When the sword was persigned, it gave him a small discharge of some kind of energy that confused him, forcing him to advance one leg so as not to lose his balance and at that moment he remembered the words of the lone star.
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-That's it! – He shouted excitedly. "The sign of the cross and the Holy Trinity!
I have discovered the ritual of the sword!
And taking it with his 2 hands making swing movements with the sword from left to right, he shouted:
-IN THE NAME OF FATHEEER!
Making another swing from right to left he shouted again.
—OF THE SOOON!
Ending the spell with an upward swing.
-AND OF THE HOLY SPIRIIIT!
At that instant, the tornado released a thunderous lightning bolt that fell directly on him, causing a huge explosion that should have pulverized him, the cloud of smoke and dust quickly dissipated by the force of the wind, and the warrior with the sword in his hands appeared unscathed and defiant, with the blade of the sword now shining brightly, As if he had been heated to red hot by the temperature of the lightning, astonished to see the brightness of the leaf and thinking quickly, He realized that the sword had absorbed the lightning that the tornado had thrown at him, and with a definite smile, he tried to remove the rowdy hair that was playing on his forehead, gave the cry that was missing and pointing the sword towards the tornado, with all the strength of his throat, shouted:
"JAA, JAA, JAA, JAAA, I ALREAAADY HAVE THE POWEEER!
—¡AAAAMEEEEEEENNNN!
And the sword returned the lightning it had absorbed, with the force increased 10 times in a continuous attack that connected the tornado in the center, fading it, as if disarming it and the warrior could distinguish how the bodies of hundreds of men fell to the ground, like threads in the wind, as if they were threads disheveled in a macabre dance celebrating the end of that singular battle, the clouds disappeared clearing the sky and the contest ended, the Sun appeared contentedly as the lucky possessor of the sword of destiny, with one hand tried uselessly to accommodate his messy hair, and remembered phrases that the lone star had told him.
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-And in what way! –he said aloud. "But at what price, if that tornado was formed by an army of men, I don't think any have survived.
And his gaze was saddened, even though he had pulverized to the enemy who tried to pulverize it.