On the dark sky, only small points were positioned that provided light illumination to the world that was stalked by shadows. The homes were mostly warm, similar to small but numerous spotlights that fought the darkness that spread with hegemony.
The natural and the artificial, against the absence of light...
"No direction, no stability. Only the brightest light is fervently pursued." Small thoughts were strung together and out of order, which were mixed between a demonic coldness and a hint of madness.
The darkness was accompanied by coldness, like lovers entwined. The movement of an icy wind being their proof of love, covering the world in darkness; a love that could not be questioned, sending furious action to every harasser... But today was different, his dreams being shattered into meaningless fragments.
The cause was found in the red lethargy that surrounded the wide fields at their separation; coming from the celestial chest, its origin being a hanging red moon that swayed in deep silence.
Transmitting an attractive feeling, distorting understanding.
This night was dark for many, representing misfortune and hopelessness... But the worldviews were guided through a strange thread, being for others representative of an ancient tree that knows vicissitudes, companion of the lonely, who calmly consoles and It is a wing for the hopeless.
In front of a young Federick rocking in his crib, distinctive trees danced rhythmically; Its leaves fell off furiously and revealed its coverings broken by the passage of time.
"Infinity is unknown, but the facts are known: in inaction and action, there is no need for an approach based on endless atrocious fury... But when inaction is repose and becomes bastardized, the external end that against one's well-being, it is simply natural and necessary. Federick waved his chubby little hands in the air, holding an imaginary scepter and whip in each.
If things had not turned out in this unexpected end and he was still called Frederick, he would definitely laugh out loud at his words and actions. He hadn't been a carefree person, but he had limits.
His rocking chair gave him a feeling of peace between his words and violent thoughts, enjoying a soft light that landed on him. But his vision was totally hypnotized, as he looked in the direction of the red moon.
Its appearance was noble and gigantic, turning the horizon into a red substance. The creatures prostrated themselves in adoration before his figure, howling eternity and majesty.
The trees that normally provided shade and swayed gently to establish a calm wind had turned into blood trees under the authority coming from the starry sky.
"The world is cruel and long-lived. To be in its shape and likeness, cruelty is needed to finally be long-lived..."
Time passed in silence and nothing was determined, Federick continued to stipulate in his heart.
I am simply captivated by the beauty of the moon...
But an imperceptible change had occurred, caused specifically in his eyes: his former purple irises had disappeared into oblivion, being occupied by an irrepressible reddish red that resembled the moon that accompanied the night.
But he didn't know that a pair of eyes were watching him. It was a man with a disheveled appearance who was apparently in deep thought. He was crouching as he observed the inherent parallelism between the moon and the infant.
He sporadically stroked and scratched his beard, while his expression deepened. His eyes on the outside seemed simple, but his nature revealed that he could apparently see beyond matter.
Abandoning worldly ties and a look that transcended the material universe...
He had quickly come to an understanding but hit a wall, an obstacle that was a dilemma. But his shoulders quickly relaxed, placing the responsibility on fate and fortune.
What he had seen surprised him deeply and he could not express it.
But without a doubt, an embryonic form was quickly developing to reveal itself to the world...
However, if another were to observe the same scene, they would only see an Italian baby babbling incoherently.
...
In an instant, a solar cycle was completed. There were celebrations and parties, and the population was satisfied.
Federick turned one year old, but he was not celebrated in consideration of his age and unawareness of the fact.
It resulted in a vigorous and energetic infant, who was already known in the Battlemman family establishments. Where King Charles II and his daughter, Perla, walked serenely.
They enjoyed the facilities and shared a pleasant chat, from father to daughter. This was unusual because of their occupations that carried vast obligations.
"Tell me, daughter, how has your practice been lately? I suppose my grandson is no difficulty." Carlos II commented with a small lip smile. His intention was solely illustrative, not expecting rhetoric that would deny it but he immediately regretted it.
A surreal scene was taking place in front of his eyes, acting like an indifferent slap that planted a rare expression covered in vicissitudes on his face.
Federick, unconscious of his state, lay on the shoulders of a servant. Who was characterized by his excessive pride that was acceptable because of his virtue in his profession, his greatest distinctive quality being a mustache that complemented his proud figure.
But to his regret, he found himself in a humiliating situation. Being a victim of the little beast's boredom and his dignity functioning as a stimulus, his glossy mustache was mistreated before the indifferent hands of Federick, who guided the unnatural movement of the servant through the corridors with that action.
Once, he played a bet with Federick...
...
Without warning, another year passed. Federick no longer needed any contraption for his movement and moved to the sound of the wind.
His body was strong and his personality was restless, which is why he was the cause of many discomforts...
But today was a sunny day, transmitting unparalleled brightness and illuminating the day, but without a doubt, her mother's smile combated this irrefutable truth.
The bustling city was at its peak and they had traveled to the fourth sector. The purpose, according to his mother, was to 'make peace with the city'.
He did not refute her, since even he was curious.
They had walked so many streets that he had already forgotten the purpose of this trip, looking like an old man covered in scars and vicissitudes. His short legs were already starting to hurt and he was getting exhausted. He told it honestly to his mother, who agreed to enjoy an aperitif and rest.
Changing direction, they turned a corner where at the end they could see a beggar asking for alms, collecting money in an old and worn hat.
Their gazes met at a specific moment, creating a connection immediately. Federick approached him, a smile plastered on his face that signaled his joy.
Same smile that appeared on Perla's face, when observing her son's actions. But it was quickly distorted into an unintelligible expression.
Serving as a knife cutting ham, Federick cut all expectations by grabbing the money and thanking the beggar for his kind act.
"Thank you, Sir. Personal Ethics." Federick exclaimed with joy, as he addressed the aforementioned diner.
But in the distance he turned to address his mother: "Your son won, Mom... I've gotten enough to allow us an ostentatious meal. Don't worry about the expenses."
Pearl could only express a tired smile and apologetically address the beggar, who had stood up from his position in confusion, discarding his sign that said: "Paralytic."
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Three years...
Federick was silent and listened seriously. He was inside an office where an important meeting was taking place. He didn't even know how he got in, but he did...
A woman kept talking, while impeccably debating with prestigious representatives of Athenas. Without scruples that represent femininity, she spit saliva after argument.
But this poetic scene was stopped after Federick's intensive coughing, who was quickly picked up by the arms of his personal servant.
Directing his gaze at the young lady, he exclaimed: "Ladies, calm down, there is no need to get agitated."
All he received was a scrutinizing and doubtful look. Analyzing his words, he had referred to a plural term and added to the fact that there was no eye contact and his concentration was on observing the area of her exuberant chest...
"I'm sorry, young man; I think the guards were mistaken in allowing you through." The woman said, trying to put on a kind smile.
"Shh, shh... Truly shameless ladies." Federick said, as he wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.
"Carl, women these days are getting more and more difficult."
"He called me Dewis, Sir." His servant responded.
"..."
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Fourth year...
A week had passed since another great commemoration for the birth of the 'Crown Prince of War'.
And today was a day covered by auspicious signs. Both heirs would meet for the first time, being finalized and carried out by their guardians.
Two women who represented the expression of beauty were sitting on a cloth spread on the grass while sharing words and smiles. On the cloth there were different foods and drinks, it being a picnic.
It was a meeting that only had four participants. Which was composed of the two women and two infants, respectively being descendants of their wombs.
But their situations were completely different. While the women shared naturally, one of the infants had an uncomfortable expression while the other stared at him.
"Mhm... Germän; I previously detonated one with that name... Heh."
"Heh, Federick; I've heard your name may be worshipped."
"Do you even know the meaning of adored?"
"Mhm... No? But you can't detonate either!"
"Heh, poor fool."
The scene was reproduced with a single peculiarity: it was emulated only by one of the children, since one was older and the other could not yet articulate words due to his young age.
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5 years...
Perla watched with confusion as an equivalent exchange took place between a child and a donkey in her yard.
"Dear cousin, this rose was given to you. Keep it as a precious asset in the bottom of your heart, as is family." The boy said in a deep voice, granting a vigorous rose.
In return, the donkey revealed its teeth.
Yes, it was her son...