It was an extremely dangerous place, where beasts roared exponentially, birds hissed daily, and mammals bathed in deep waters.
But from one moment to the next silence prevailed. There was no elixir that could remedy the situation.
As if the jaws of a terrifying beast threatened the life of every living thing.
A knife that pends from the sky to split this in two. A celestial threat that suited all existence given and to be given.
A tense situation arose, in which four individuals participated. Federico, Cristóbal, Carlos II and the Ancient Emperor.
Figures of extreme prestige.
Carlos II's face did not express much, being a quantitative difference the result of the comparison with that of Cristóbal, being a sea of complex emotions.
The moment of sunset was, when a violent cough meant the end, interrupting at the right moment.
As if it were a rehearsal, a strident laugh was carried out by the Army General.
A surreal and ironic scene worthy of these reactions. Of which, who had been the main protagonist of these events, does not present any moral weight.
[Alexandro Godbattlemman: an extremely crippled and long-lived old man; Without mobility, mute and blind in one eye.
Formerly a prominent figure, illustrious in the arts of the four directions; myths buried in history, through merciless time.
In unknown days, he held the scepter of infinite territories, being one of the pillars that supported the ancient myth]
"I'm sorry, old man, for the insolence of the current prince. I promise that it won't happen again." said Charles II.
The instant his cough faded like a memory, Alexandro responded with a mental command.
"Don't worry, this old body wouldn't bear a negative emotion like a grudge. You know, I have to take care of myself." Communiqué Alexander to Carlos II.
Message that we do not share, burying it in a silent exchange of glances.
"I hope to come back soon". said Charles II.
His intention was obvious, trying to end the match.
"Well, you heard boy; you just insulted our glorious family name, so we'll have to put you down." Christopher said.
Federick was able to carefully his expression, to add to his sentence: "You heard, old man."
Yes, he meant "Alejandro".
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With a look from Carlos II, Christopher understood; like soul mates.
From this, it was a blow to the unsuspecting young man; with no intention of providing a severe blow, but which earned Federick two seconds of unconsciousness.
"I like the impetus of the youth. It reminds me of the old days. Great, great." Alexander communicated to Carlos II.
"Informals: In the northwest of the 'Forest of Ashes', a huge cave stretches out; since ancient times it has been the focus of enigma, but in similar proportions, of success. One day, I forgot my cup of great value there... Ask them if they can go get her." Alexandro continued with his monologue.
This surprised Carlos II, but who did not hesitate to inform them of his statement. He knew about said place, from the family records.
At this, Federick and Christopher only needed to exchange occasional glances, when their decision was obvious.
They thanked, said goodbye and with Federick climbing on the old man's shoulders, they left a trail where they passed.
They set out on his adventure, the knight and his faithful squire. With totally altered realities and the promise of a cave.
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Two completely different people, Christopher and Federick, had longed to explore the mythical, beautiful and ancient "Cave of the Fallen Venerable Primordial Origin Ancestral Father". Therefore, he set out to face all the difficulty with courage, but his enthusiasm achieved little. They quickly learned of a variable, which resulted in a missing piece to a puzzle: They didn't know the exact location, just an address.
But, they, decided to reach his destination, decided to embark on a dangerous journey through countless dangerous territories. They faced treacherous storms, ferocious creatures, and unrelenting sunburn, but their determination kept them going.
After hours of inspection over kilometers and kilometers, they finally arrived at the blessed cave, exhausted but exultant. They were greeted by the warm embrace of the cave's crystalline minerals and the serene beauty of its exuberant nature that surrounded its exterior.
Standing in front of a dark abysmal image that led into the cave, basking in the sun, contemplating the emerald green nature, they knew that the old man had deceived them. After innumerable challenges, upon setting foot on the vacant lots, it was his grave; symbolic tomb, disappointment shining in his eyes.
Jumping like a springboard, a cricket was transported. In the direction of his sweet home, he lost and analyzed the scene, dictating a conclusion:
"Based". The cricket said, with a pucho in its mouth.
"The size of the Eiffel Tower." Accompanied his cricket partner.
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Federick and Christopher exchanged glances, reaching an immediate mutual agreement. They would bury their disappointment along with this event in their memories.
His enthusiasm was dead, her desire veiled. They returned to their feet with lowered eyes, the challenges and difficulties no longer existed.
The old man's expression was void, he had no courage to speak.
But to the dismay of the young man, he did not go to the location of his Grandfather and Alexandro. Instead to a completely different direction
"Initially I was going to take advantage of the previously spilled blood, but this humiliating situation was a change in my original plans. If it's not my old bones that will have to spring into action, it will be your young face, Federick." Christopher said wistfully.
It was a sentence, a final verdict for the action.
Frederick watched in amazement as Christopher, the Great General of Athena, brutally slaughtered a beast that had been resting in deep water. The old man had resorted to an immense pressure, produced due to his aura, to tie the beast to the ground, a horrifying creature with strange characteristics.
The old man's eyes shone with an otherworldly light as his ruthless smile widened, growing stronger and more energetic.
The beast, a twisted, grotesque creature with glowing red eyes, struggled against the restraints imposed, but the old man's enthusiasm was probably unwavering. The creature let out a bloodcurdling scream as the old man raised his hand and his bare palm shot out, striking the beast with deadly precision.
The creature's body convulsed and twitched as its life force was extinguished.
His blood spilled from nine different openings arranged in different locations. Back, neck, chest and stomach.
"Listen, Young Federick: Magic is complex, its variations infinite and creative. They follow their caster's command from their desire and inner genius. The road is riddled with endless potholes, but countless solutions to them." Christopher lectured enlightenedly.
His movements were fine, the blood followed the movement of his hands.
There was no need for such barbaric methods, but it was intuitive for a practitioner.
"Different paths have been revealed through effort, sweat and tears, by the oracle of the past; illustrious figures who have succeeded and perished in the very lands you inhabit. Numerous, based on inner knowledge, numbers, minerals or herbs... Anything, they are valid if they start from your creativity". Christopher finished.
Now, on the grounds, sets of lines that formulated a shape, surrounded by symbols, stretched. Above the main arch, written: "Federick, bald ass monkey."
"Now come with me. We'll go add another handicap to that old man." Christopher said, with the mettle of a wise teacher.
It was a one-way matrix, connecting to an unknown destination.