"B'eila, my friend! Where have you been? You have missed me so much, if I told you what happened to me, you would not believe it.
-Of course I would believe it, my friend, because every inhabitant of Fíria is finding out, and the rumor spreads everywhere, that the human possessor of the Sword of Destiny, has begun to destroy our world.
"No, B'eila! How can you believe that about me? I did not come to destroy your world; I don't even know what I came for! Don't let them think that about me; They will hate me! And I don't want to be hated.
But I would like to go unnoticed and go back where I came, without anyone having the slightest memory of my time in this world, and now you say that they believe that I am a destroyer of worlds.
-Do not worry pilgrim that I know very well that you did not come to destroy our world, and that what happened this afternoon in the Valley of Mirídia you did it only to defend yourself, nobody will hate you, only your enemies, those who fear you, not those who admire you.
-And who can admire me in Fíria? Don't you see me? All dirty and disheveled, no one has ever admired me, although I do not remember my reality, nor do I think I was someone famous, or that I ever did something that was really worthwhile, I am even beginning to believe that all this is a dream, I say, worse than that; A nightmare! Or that I'm in a kind of deep coma and that's why I can't go back; Do you know how I got here?
"You told me yourself, that you were in an oil well or something, that there was a fire in a dry jungle, in a desertó, and that looking for your friend Edgar you lost.
"Did I tell you that?" You see! Instead of remembering, I'm getting more and more into my fantasies.
-If one day I come out of the deep coma I am in; I will wake up being crazy!
-Do not worry knight of the wind, that you are not dreaming or in a coma as you say, you have a very special purpose in your life; Gaia, the force that coordinates and gives life to all things and creatures of the universe, removed you for a moment from your reality so that you can take a message to the people of your race.
- A message? If I forget more and more; How the hell am I going to remember a message? Just write it down in my notebook so I don't forget it, besides; Because you called me the wind knight! Is it another of my fantasies?
-You yourself mentioned it in one of your poems; Do you remember? One night you told everyone in Fíria that looking for true love, You transformed into the lonely Knight of the Wind.
-I do remember that B'eila, it is in one of my poems but it is only that, a poem, one of my fantasies, one of those many silly poems that I have forgotten.
—Poems that will gradually return, and when you remember them you will realize that they were never a fantasy and that they were not stupid either, you were creating them with a unique sequence, like a map of poetry that will take you step by step to the main objective of your life, also in the city of Mirídia they are waiting for you precisely to give you the title of knight of the wind, the highest honor ever granted to any Miridia, is the will of Jupiter Fidius that to reward the nobility of spirit that you showed him in battle, and by the force of your word, word that he knows that you have always maintained when you lived in your world, just like now that you live in Fíria.
-Hell! —He said, immediately regrettably. —So I already got the sword, the shield and soon the knighthood as I mention in my poem; Are there any other of my poems that talk about things like that?
-Of course! All your poetry has been wonderful, in your reality you are very famous and many people, poets admire you around your planet, you have established contact with them for years, and they love your way of saying things and unique way of expressing your way of feeling.
"So I'm famous?" Now that didn't exist in my fantasies because I don't remember it.
Yes, Yurik, you are so famous in your world, that right now many of your poet friends wonder what happened to you, because you have long left them without your inspiration.