Hello everybody. This is my first post in english, you'll discover i'm not too good in this language, but i'll try to show you my tales and everything i'll write. This is an story inspired in a play that I wrote for theater. I considered one more a more appropriate version for its reading necessary. I hope you enjoy it. A warm hug.
The Dance of the Forest (the Story)
Otto finished seating in room that the actors considered fourth wall, that to which did not have to pay the minimum attention for avoidsr distractions during the way of the work. Otto, as soon as clearing the some thirty it had decided to go without company, solitaire as it used to be, was had halfway in the stalls the scene, row seven was a good place. The seven were a magical number from immemorial times and not only considered that for the visualization of this work was opportune to choose a good seat, by the views that rendered to him, without or by the simbology that contained in each one of its numerical plans. It had arrived ten minutes before the beginning, the scene remained dumb, inert, quiet... they would not take in lowering the lights slowly and announcing the spectators who disconnected their cellular phones and other devices that could as much distract to set of actors as much as the peculiar group which they went to the opening of that magical work. Otto left the jacket in the armchair of its right, if emplazamsees already somebody would take care to look for another one to himiento, and it complied in search of the most suitable position not to end backache. Once located, it saw as people were occupying her respective seats. Luckily it did not have to move more, nor to clear the jacket of the armchair where it rested like slept, with his you fold demanding rest. Lights diminished, the row that moved in whispers by the room was begun to dissipate between shsss and chsss, the deep voice that announced the beginning pronounced creating hardly walk a perceivable echo by all the room. Silence finished eating the last letter of the last syllable of the last word pronounced before the beginning of the first act. Otto complied again, their innkeepers had you findor the cottony one perfect. It put its arms on those of the armchair and maintained its attention on the dark mouth that was in front of opened him on the verge of illuminating themselves with the centers and filling of the music that was anticipated by the title of the work. At moments, the stage scene started up and the actors appeared of the anything. The work gave beginning.
Stories that tell us sometimes have their real origin, this was the case of that boy. A boy who had seted out a trip to celebrate the beginning of the summer and the end of his studies, all the sacrifice throughout all the year saw itself do compensates with those days that thought to happen next to their friends in the traditional Asturian lands. Practically they finished to arrive and its name lost between the taps from cider shops, with culines of the concoction splashing the wide glasses. The protagonist of this history could well be anyone, for that reason the boy always was the boy and its name was never pronounced during its adventure. They were drinking very thoughtlessly in one of cider shops of the Gascona. It was not first, but the one that had obtained that its stay was made prolonged more than in the rest. When entering, the perfume almost gave a slap them, that bitter perfume of the distilled apple, a strong scent that was taken hold to the lungs and it forced to them to retain the pure air that still brought of the street with himself. They decided that that was a good place to tan itself in the gastronomical tradition of the region, they did not think to leave Oviedo until within two days and had to enjoy the experience to the maximum that the place offered them. They chose a table separated from the rest, in a corner, closely together of the wood light wall that separated the bar of the rest of the tables. The escanciador (asturian cider shops waiter) offered drinks while they waited for the supper to them and, each one of them, been thankful gave better life him of a single one I suck
. Many were the bottles that fell from that moment. During the supper, while they waited for the entrants, between the plates, with the dessert, after the coffee and, soon good, soon simply continued drinking like prelude of the celebration that hoped to them in the bars that had been promised to visit. As usually it happens when somebody tries to plan a trip until the minimum detail, things were not as it were expected and the cider raised of unexpected without signaling warning and it settled in his heads. The boy began to feel as everything gave returns him and imagined in a merry-go-round accompanied by a own noisy music of a terror film that of the que hoped of that trip. I am annoying became flood, as soon as it saw as the confusion took to its friends of its field of vision. A deaf blow brought with himself the absolute dark.
Still the stars drilled the sky when it woke up, but I pull ahead orange saw the distant spot bathing the leafy branches of the trees. The boy was surprised supoorted on a rock. One was confused, he did not know since he had arrived until there and, which was worse, he did not know where he was there. He watched themselves and he could see itself with dirty clothes at night happened, the head struck with force the lateral ones to him on the ears, like
a drum marking the rate of hundred drummers session. The head was taken hold and tried to rise without encountering and to fall, for it used as the rock that had used like bed. Apparently, it could appreciate, one was in a forest, there was sign of no civilization by no side. One staggered making theatricalities with arms not to fall. The mouth, doughy and dry, maintained its tongue stuck inside. The eyes itched to him and it noticed them blushed, was not the first time. It watched around at his with attention, nothing similar to buildings or elements of construction was seen. Nothing of walls, neither noise of cars, nor smoke, nor people... only hears the song of the birds that just wake up the morning. A little walked to loosen up, it stretched and it extended the arms over the head. It yawned and it decided to give a stroll in search of the exit of that place. Ten minutes later, without it to have found, it decided to proclaim itself to itself like lost. Just at the moment at which sor pesimism took to him by the neck, the boy saw the light when he heard
a feminine song beyond the weeds. He sharpened the ear and he could hear I even wade and running of the water. He advanced with illusion following his sense and its instinct, something atrophied by the alcohol, and arrived at small a clear one next to a river.
Without still being, the boy could see with surprise a young lady dunking his naked foot while he sang with angelical voice songs that never had listened in their life. He went adorned with a gauze dress que left his parts in the open intimate. Their sines moved gracefully to the time that its golden long hair caressed them. The boy enjoyed the vision that was offered to him without knowledge that the woman had noticed his presence and was amused seducer and with the situation. Then one became and the boy could see with greater clarity the beauty of that young woman of not more than thirty years. Its eyes claman like darts before losing itself dancing between the weeds. The boy, as soon as aloof of his daze, ran after her but he could not more than to hear branches break itself far in front of him more and more. Its only hope to find the return way had disappeared. If there is something worse than to be made loose hope, without a doubt it is to be it after having believed to have hope. After running after the girl, the young person still was more lost than before. It had arrived at another small clear one in the inside of the forest and some of the no woman was sign whom it persecuted. One made use at the top and it sighed with desperation. By having perhaps more lost from his vision the most beautiful woman than one settled in his pupils that by the fact to feel outside place. It put the arms in jars and it tried to think about some solution, but certainly, it did not think about anything, one was frustrated and died on the inside without exercising the minimum hurt machinery of his head.
In such state, the boy could not let of sorprender itself when he felt a pull of one of the fabric of the trousers. He quickly became a little scared. There was nothing and he thought that he had imagined it, until received a second pull at least. That was disquieting, mainly because the chain of pulls followed one another quickly on both sides of its trousers and it could not, by quicker than it was, to find out the origin of so stranger. Anticipating a next pull, the return occurred with prewalls and there it saw the cause of such prank. He was a small being, of semi-concealed ears by the hair and quite dirty red cap. It carried a shirt that long ago had to be white and now it was grayish below a garnet vest. It in the open dressed quite short trousers that arrived below the knees leaving their hairy and great feet to him. It strangely watched the boy. This one appreciated its great nose and its enormous mouth. It seemed a quite untidy being. The boy could appreciate that he was not a normal and current man, was too small, as soon as half meter of height, far from having the typical characteristics of the dwarfed people. It seemed to him, like the woman who sang, that had to be a magical being or, at least, special. Then, with a quite conflicting voice with his size, the little man went to him.
- There are lost something? – It said to him, knowing that thus it was and licking itself in its irony.
- and you... who are you? – It limited too fast and the boy, without allowing the most mini license to that unknown and mocking being.
- She is the woman truth? – Smiling, it insisted.
- you spied to us? – The boy began to be angry itself to the time that included/understood game to that he wanted to put under it the small one.
- he always happens the same, you has inloved eh? – He was being able to wake up the curiosity of the boy per moments.
- What you want of me? – He said entering finally that game to which one resisted from the beginning.
- You want to find it? I where it is. – It commented causing.
- Ah yes? – The boy did not remain short.
- Yes.
- Yes?
- Yes.
- Yes?
- No, hehe... I mean yes.
- and you what you know?
- Everything.
- What?
- Everything I know it, which happens in this secret forest notand s for trasgu.
- what?
- He goes, we are deaf. You do not say to me that you have not heard speak of me?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- Then then I don't know if i want to help you.
- Why I don't know the one who you are?
- I don't know either the one who you are...
- What plus gives?
- Yes, it gives equal.
- you will help Me then?
- I do not know, perhaps.
- I will find single. – He said making a threat occur the return in search of the beautiful woman.
- No, you will not do it.
- Yes, yes I will do it.
- you will not do it.
- Yes que I will do it.
- It is difficult to find the woman if you do not know where it is.
- and you know it, no?
- I know it, you no.
- you are going to help to Me or no?
- If your you help me, I help you.
- Help you?
- I need something.
- Of me?
- Not really.
- Then?
- You
me can bring.
- Why I?
- you do not want to find the woman? Eh?
- Clear that yes.
- Then for that reason.
- I already understand.
- Surely? You do not seem very ready.
- Small devil.
- Thanks. – Blushing a little while it took the hands and was balanced smiling.
- Good, it tell me.
- What?
- What you want and where she is the woman?
- What I want and the woman is in the same site.
- She goes, and where he is that?
- There – she said indicating towards the mouth of a cave that was seen the distant spot between the weeds.
- There? – Was incredulous the boy.
- Yes, there.
- and what you want?
- Come on!And I will say it. – And then it whispered to him to the ear which wanted that it was not more than a trinket than according to him had lost inside the cave.
- It is well... ahead.
The desire of the boy to find the beautiful singsong lady was much greater than andl of knowing towards where it directed that demon to him. Without a doubt it could not imagine that the cave had been one of the warehouses of the great treasures that the Muslims had used before being expelled by king Pelayo in Reconquista. There were many like that, but, at the same time, no so fiercely guarded. It crawled during a good section of the passage, thinking barbarisms about the deceit which it had been put possibly under. It cursed to small the hundreds of times and one noticed bitter humor and the empty stomach. It was also insulted to itself, promising a healthy life after leaving that situation. It would not return to prove the Asturian cider in its life had been said. While it was fought with same himself and it looked for adjectives that could define exactly to swindler that it had taken to him to be of knees on the humid ground of that cold place, a luminous reflection made him return in himself. At the end of the hole a tenuous light was seen bathing an ample space. It accelerated paunder and what saw it left agape. When it left the narrowness of the opening, one was before an enormous room, plagued of piles of gold and precious jewels, of crowns, bathed necklaces, articles of most many-colored of the appraised metal... were tweaked to find out if it were not dreaming or hallucinating, hurt to him and decided that the next time would use a less painful method. It took a currency from one of the piles and it kept it in his pocket. It would be a pretty memory. Now it would be put to look for the damn jewel of the small one. In its eagerness a sound called the attention to him of unexpected form.
- Chistt, Shhh... you do not make noise or will come. – A feminine voice that managed to identify after one of the piles of jewels whispered to him with pressure. She was a really beautiful girl, but it seemed a little neglected. The crowded around hair, the dirty face... but its eyes... ay their eyes, for a moment made the boy forget the reason for their adventure.
- Who has to come? – It said imitating the tone and the form.
- cuélebre, who if no? – It said with reprimand air.
- cuélebre? Good... you who you are? and what you do here? – One went ahead peculiar towards her.
- I have been many years here, so many that I lost the account. I am enchanted... – with the pain appearing of each one of its words.
- I also, much taste, but to what that comes now? – One shrank of shoulders.
- Noooo, idiot... that I am enchanted, enchanted... cuélebre I have been kidnapping myself for many years. – Returning to reprimand to him by its ignorance.
- What you say? Come we go, see with me and I will remove to you from here. – It said to the time that took it of the hand.
- you do not understand it, I cannot go – to me; was ashamed – it I have already tried hundreds of times, is useless, the spell me prevents it.
- Spell? That – is fantasies...; Accompanying its words with a recovery gesture.
- That thought I... – it said it turning itself to watch the eyes to him. Now they were closely together the one as opposed to the other. The boy loosen it then and shaking the head he returned to the subject that he had in hand and of that he was had momentarily confused.
- By the way, you have seen a woman thus more or less – – said raising the hand to indicate the height of the woman; long hair, a white gauze dress... – The young person, when hearing descrIP
ción was horrified and took the hands of the boy between hers. Their crazy eyes watched towards all sides with fear.
- You have marcharte, really, it is on the verge of arriving... you have irte... vetoes and you do not return... – It said very short, totally altered. - But... – An atrocious roar interrupted the conversation.
- It vetoes... we go already... is... – here; the girl insisted to him between whispers while she shook the hands indicating to him that she marched there.
The boy saw as the young person returned to his place and, before leaving terrified, threw últimor look while he lost myself again in the dark. That event left transposed the boy truely. Without a doubt she had been witness of a certainly unusual event.
When it returned to the outside was sign of the small no devil and the light already had solved to be made intens moreto, letting themselves see between the branches and causing one thanked for shade in that increasing summer. It advanced to where it saw for the last time the small one and, without noticing it, estand it left the weeds and it was located after him, imitating the boy and removing ridicule to him while this one moved irritated from a side to another one. Suddenly, a powerful shout surprised both, that they were turned towards this one of a jump of one hundred eighty degrees.
- Trasgu disappears! – The voice came from a man who pretended means century at least. Adorned like a shepherd, the boy I do not doubt that that outside his ot even for a moment oficio. The tipped beret and a strong cane complemented his atuendo farmer.
It was then when the boy returned to see the small liante. There, in front of him, in the middle of the shepherd who shouted and of he himself, who was surprised. It had the attempt to take to him by the neck, but it was contained and he remained kind to which it happened.
- Who you are to say to me that she disappears? – Envalentonó the being.
- He vetoes by the good ones that by bad... – Its question returned to shout the shepherd ignoring.
- it do not give to old fear...... – me; it said removing the language with ridicule.
- Then by bad... – with the arms in jars.
- Uhh... what fear... – it said while it began ovocativamente to jumppr from a side to another one.
- Your nature is to obey if I request you... – then the little man stopped in dry and its semblante seemed to become immediately.
- Not... that not... – Completamente frightened.
- So three things I want that you do for me... – Increasing the voice powerfully.
- you cannot dome this... – one got upset.
- One, that you bring a good number of linen seeds in your left hand – raising a finger and indicating the hand bored of small – Two, that you whiten the skin of a black sheep – raising a second finger - and Three – with the three raised fingers - that you bring a full wicker basket of water of the river. It obeys or it disappears. – It sentenced finally.
- damn Oh... you are... – Infuriated, the Trasgu, because that was its nature, gave the return and disappeared for always. They did not return it to see.
The then shepherd approached the boy and its face slapped the back to him with a smile of ear ear drilling. Surprised by the facility with which botarate undid of that, the boy cannot more than to indicate the place agape where he had disappeared and watches with astonishment and ignorance towards that robust man.
- you are boy well? – him espetó amiably
- These trasgus can be really heavy if one nor knows to get rid of them. But when you request those three impossible things to him its pride is hurt and its annoyance makes them flee for always. It will not return to bother to us. – It said convinced.
- You... she is how I? Truth? – it said to the boy precavidfrom top to bottom or giving a review the old one.
- Good... – – laughed; something greater than you, but if you talk about to if I am one of these magical beings... then no, I am only ifmple shepherd who knows what lares cooks by these. – The humility of the shepherd became patent to the time that it spoke and it wasted his words wisely. It spoke with slowness, meditating CADto word, without titubear absolutely, totally surely of which it said at every moment.
- Uff... – One was alleviated to the boy – Thank heavens...
- Good, and you who you do here? You do not seem of the zone... – yawing an eye and holding its chin of average side.
- I do not know it, was in one sidrería and soon I woke up here – the boy shrank of shoulders.
- – Goes; the shepherd laughed - that happy cider... rises at the top and you lose the north... – returning to laugh again and slapping to the boy – We go – indicating the boy who took seat - we will fire and we will eat something that I take in the chaff...
Then pastor and the boy fired and ate while they chatted. The shepherd told numerous histories him of which they counted themselves in those earth. He spoke to him of busgosus, ventolines and other magical beings. It gave some signs him to avoid the bad arts of some of them and some taught to him to procure itself that another amulet. The boy also commented the happened thing to him to the man who listened with attention. Finally, after one he releases and tended conversation, the boy dared to ask what the shepherd knew took to him making the rounds from the first moment at which was known in front of understanding of these subjects.
- and how he could rescue to the enchanted one? – he said with special interest.
- Acércate that the forest does not hear it, the secrets keep awake and propagate like the wind if one is not walked with care. – The boy approached before the gesture of the shepherd and paid attention not to lose detail. Then the man whispered to him to the ear which needed watching with well-taken care of not being listened to. When he finished, the boy was very serious. The shepherd struck his shoulder. – Come, now to sleep...
Both were recostaron next to the fire and the night was rocking to them
in a deep and repairing dream. Everything what the shepherd had to him counted showed in its dreams of surrealista form, interlacing with its life and the one of hiss, with disparatadas situations, so and as is the dreams, entretejidos with the fabric of all imagined worlds and those that are about to still to imagine.
When it opened again the eyes, andl boy was single. The shepherd had disappeared and the fire had been consumed. The sky still was blackened, but with that bluish tone that announces the dawn and is mixed in the morning with the warm colors that come near. Surely of itself and with the recorded instructions to fire in his mind, one stretched raudamente and one went towards the cave with the seeded spirit and the soul shrunk in a fist. The way to him became more bearable, but it knew that after the dark of that grotto was the same aim of that trip. Without knowing how he builds the destiny in the life of the people, the boy was surprised with the spirit to rescue to a young lady enchanted by a right spell in the day in whom he must be rescued, on the verge of losing the opportunity if the morning came before he did what had. One hurried. When arriving at the great room, the girl was sleepy next to a great winged beast. A species of serpent of hard grudges provided with surprising wings of murciélagor. That frightened the boy and
it almost regrets his imprudent value. However, it breathed deep and one approached with sigilo to where the girl lay.
- Chisst... chisst... – the boy whispered just as she he did hours before. - – Vetoes...; it responded in whispers.
- Not without you... – it talked back very surely.
- you cannot do nothing by me... – it said while it bent fitsza and watched the sleepy beast.
- Yes... yes that I can... – it was reaffirmed, just before sending to the air the sorcery that would release it
- Young that enchanted anvil na cave of San Cibrán, I have desencantate It of San Xuan Tomorrow.
Once she frees, the girl embraced the young liberator and kissed her cheek with eagerness. Lamentably, that only constituted the first part of its plan, because there were lost the notion of what it lay to its side and that, now, no longer so was slept as before. Cuélebre, the winged beast, the creature desalmaccepts that it had prevailed of the freedom to that beautiful doncella, now straightened up threatening before them, with little heals intention to make of them its next food. Both they began to run, but cuélebre cut the passage to them in each movement that it givesban. The enchanted one disillusioned now was pronounced with the voice of the experience.
- we will only be able to flee if it give death cuélebre.
- I would like Well, but... – rolling to avoid hunted by the beast - it is impossible.
- No, he is not it... – it shouted to the time that took a golden lance of one of the piles and it threw to the boy – it crosses its throat and it will die.
The boy took it to the flight and, immediately afterwards, he pointed the end towards the throat of the beast. In an agile and accurate movement, this one crossed to the animal that scandalously collapsed on the ground, sending currencies and jewels by all the room. They did not stop to take nothing, they were taken of the hand and they fled from that place. They not even had time to appreciate the amazing transformation of the creature in a beautiful lady of long golden hair. That without a doubt was sidor the woman whom it captivated to the boy next to the river. A Xana. When leaving the cave, a tear slid delicate by the face of the enchanted young person who as much time did did not see the light of the Sun was touched ant
and the image that was to him granted and embraced with force to the boy offering to him a sonorous kiss in the lips. The flesh color amaneció in him, feeling frees of the spell that the Xana offered to him with its incredible beauty. When they went towards some possible exit of the forest, a sudden fog covered everything and the young person hurried to hide the head of the boy between his chests. Hiding its glance of which one came near between the mist.
- you do not watch... is the Güestia... – it said enchanted with certain respect – a procession of deathly pale beings... – one stopped a little while distressed – they take a walk by the forest in search of late futures... illuminate its way with the bones of which already they died... – then it tightened to the boy with more force you lie the Güestia disappears between the trees and the fog – You do not watch, you would die...
- I will not do – and it was curled up tenderly on the chest of the young girl with one slight smile that denoted picardía.
While they moved away of that place, a glance became echo of that happiness. The shepherd watched with assent, hidden between the weeds. The pair marched. Soon they found the city and everything returned to normality. The young people advanced since then together by the life and nobody never interposed. In their b
oda told this incredible history to anecdotal way, but all they believed a fantasy to it and thus they decided outside accepted. In the end it finished being a secret that both shared each one of the days in which they were blessed with its union.
The work finalized. The scene was illuminated completely and the actors took themselves of the hands to salute to the public been thankful one that them ovacionaba and applauded incessantly. Otto took its shelter while this happened and left the theater. When it crossed the door of the entrance had the temptation to watch back, but it did not do it. A smile drawing in its face. It did well in yielding his history to that hardly known director. One left to house, an enchanted young person hoped to him.
Stories that tell us sometimes have their real origin, this was the case of that boy. A boy who had seted out a trip to celebrate the beginning of the summer and the end of his studies, all the sacrifice throughout all the year saw itself do compensates with those days that thought to happen next to their friends in the traditional Asturian lands. Practically they finished to arrive and its name lost between the taps from cider shops, with culines of the concoction splashing the wide glasses. The protagonist of this history could well be anyone, for that reason the boy always was the boy and its name was never pronounced during its adventure. They were drinking very thoughtlessly in one of cider shops of the Gascona. It was not first, but the one that had obtained that its stay was made prolonged more than in the rest. When entering, the perfume almost gave a slap them, that bitter perfume of the distilled apple, a strong scent that was taken hold to the lungs and it forced to them to retain the pure air that still brought of the street with himself. They decided that that was a good place to tan itself in the gastronomical tradition of the region, they did not think to leave Oviedo until within two days and had to enjoy the experience to the maximum that the place offered them. They chose a table separated from the rest, in a corner, closely together of the wood light wall that separated the bar of the rest of the tables. The escanciador (asturian cider shops waiter) offered drinks while they waited for the supper to them and, each one of them, been thankful gave better life him of a single one I suck
. Many were the bottles that fell from that moment. During the supper, while they waited for the entrants, between the plates, with the dessert, after the coffee and, soon good, soon simply continued drinking like prelude of the celebration that hoped to them in the bars that had been promised to visit. As usually it happens when somebody tries to plan a trip until the minimum detail, things were not as it were expected and the cider raised of unexpected without signaling warning and it settled in his heads. The boy began to feel as everything gave returns him and imagined in a merry-go-round accompanied by a own noisy music of a terror film that of the que hoped of that trip. I am annoying became flood, as soon as it saw as the confusion took to its friends of its field of vision. A deaf blow brought with himself the absolute dark. Still the stars drilled the sky when it woke up, but I pull ahead orange saw the distant spot bathing the leafy branches of the trees. The boy was surprised supoorted on a rock. One was confused, he did not know since he had arrived until there and, which was worse, he did not know where he was there. He watched themselves and he could see itself with dirty clothes at night happened, the head struck with force the lateral ones to him on the ears, like
a drum marking the rate of hundred drummers session. The head was taken hold and tried to rise without encountering and to fall, for it used as the rock that had used like bed. Apparently, it could appreciate, one was in a forest, there was sign of no civilization by no side. One staggered making theatricalities with arms not to fall. The mouth, doughy and dry, maintained its tongue stuck inside. The eyes itched to him and it noticed them blushed, was not the first time. It watched around at his with attention, nothing similar to buildings or elements of construction was seen. Nothing of walls, neither noise of cars, nor smoke, nor people... only hears the song of the birds that just wake up the morning. A little walked to loosen up, it stretched and it extended the arms over the head. It yawned and it decided to give a stroll in search of the exit of that place. Ten minutes later, without it to have found, it decided to proclaim itself to itself like lost. Just at the moment at which sor pesimism took to him by the neck, the boy saw the light when he heard
a feminine song beyond the weeds. He sharpened the ear and he could hear I even wade and running of the water. He advanced with illusion following his sense and its instinct, something atrophied by the alcohol, and arrived at small a clear one next to a river. Without still being, the boy could see with surprise a young lady dunking his naked foot while he sang with angelical voice songs that never had listened in their life. He went adorned with a gauze dress que left his parts in the open intimate. Their sines moved gracefully to the time that its golden long hair caressed them. The boy enjoyed the vision that was offered to him without knowledge that the woman had noticed his presence and was amused seducer and with the situation. Then one became and the boy could see with greater clarity the beauty of that young woman of not more than thirty years. Its eyes claman like darts before losing itself dancing between the weeds. The boy, as soon as aloof of his daze, ran after her but he could not more than to hear branches break itself far in front of him more and more. Its only hope to find the return way had disappeared. If there is something worse than to be made loose hope, without a doubt it is to be it after having believed to have hope. After running after the girl, the young person still was more lost than before. It had arrived at another small clear one in the inside of the forest and some of the no woman was sign whom it persecuted. One made use at the top and it sighed with desperation. By having perhaps more lost from his vision the most beautiful woman than one settled in his pupils that by the fact to feel outside place. It put the arms in jars and it tried to think about some solution, but certainly, it did not think about anything, one was frustrated and died on the inside without exercising the minimum hurt machinery of his head.
In such state, the boy could not let of sorprender itself when he felt a pull of one of the fabric of the trousers. He quickly became a little scared. There was nothing and he thought that he had imagined it, until received a second pull at least. That was disquieting, mainly because the chain of pulls followed one another quickly on both sides of its trousers and it could not, by quicker than it was, to find out the origin of so stranger. Anticipating a next pull, the return occurred with prewalls and there it saw the cause of such prank. He was a small being, of semi-concealed ears by the hair and quite dirty red cap. It carried a shirt that long ago had to be white and now it was grayish below a garnet vest. It in the open dressed quite short trousers that arrived below the knees leaving their hairy and great feet to him. It strangely watched the boy. This one appreciated its great nose and its enormous mouth. It seemed a quite untidy being. The boy could appreciate that he was not a normal and current man, was too small, as soon as half meter of height, far from having the typical characteristics of the dwarfed people. It seemed to him, like the woman who sang, that had to be a magical being or, at least, special. Then, with a quite conflicting voice with his size, the little man went to him.
- There are lost something? – It said to him, knowing that thus it was and licking itself in its irony.
- and you... who are you? – It limited too fast and the boy, without allowing the most mini license to that unknown and mocking being.
- She is the woman truth? – Smiling, it insisted.
- you spied to us? – The boy began to be angry itself to the time that included/understood game to that he wanted to put under it the small one.
- he always happens the same, you has inloved eh? – He was being able to wake up the curiosity of the boy per moments.
- What you want of me? – He said entering finally that game to which one resisted from the beginning.
- You want to find it? I where it is. – It commented causing.
- Ah yes? – The boy did not remain short.
- Yes.
- Yes?
- Yes.
- Yes?
- No, hehe... I mean yes.
- and you what you know?
- Everything.
- What?
- Everything I know it, which happens in this secret forest notand s for trasgu.
- what?
- He goes, we are deaf. You do not say to me that you have not heard speak of me?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- Then then I don't know if i want to help you.
- Why I don't know the one who you are?
- I don't know either the one who you are...
- What plus gives?
- Yes, it gives equal.
- you will help Me then?
- I do not know, perhaps.
- I will find single. – He said making a threat occur the return in search of the beautiful woman.
- No, you will not do it.
- Yes, yes I will do it.
- you will not do it.
- Yes que I will do it.
- It is difficult to find the woman if you do not know where it is.
- and you know it, no?
- I know it, you no.
- you are going to help to Me or no?
- If your you help me, I help you.
- Help you?
- I need something.
- Of me?
- Not really.
- Then?
- You
me can bring.- Why I?
- you do not want to find the woman? Eh?
- Clear that yes.
- Then for that reason.
- I already understand.
- Surely? You do not seem very ready.
- Small devil.
- Thanks. – Blushing a little while it took the hands and was balanced smiling.
- Good, it tell me.
- What?
- What you want and where she is the woman?
- What I want and the woman is in the same site.
- She goes, and where he is that?
- There – she said indicating towards the mouth of a cave that was seen the distant spot between the weeds.
- There? – Was incredulous the boy.
- Yes, there.
- and what you want?
- Come on!And I will say it. – And then it whispered to him to the ear which wanted that it was not more than a trinket than according to him had lost inside the cave.
- It is well... ahead.
The desire of the boy to find the beautiful singsong lady was much greater than andl of knowing towards where it directed that demon to him. Without a doubt it could not imagine that the cave had been one of the warehouses of the great treasures that the Muslims had used before being expelled by king Pelayo in Reconquista. There were many like that, but, at the same time, no so fiercely guarded. It crawled during a good section of the passage, thinking barbarisms about the deceit which it had been put possibly under. It cursed to small the hundreds of times and one noticed bitter humor and the empty stomach. It was also insulted to itself, promising a healthy life after leaving that situation. It would not return to prove the Asturian cider in its life had been said. While it was fought with same himself and it looked for adjectives that could define exactly to swindler that it had taken to him to be of knees on the humid ground of that cold place, a luminous reflection made him return in himself. At the end of the hole a tenuous light was seen bathing an ample space. It accelerated paunder and what saw it left agape. When it left the narrowness of the opening, one was before an enormous room, plagued of piles of gold and precious jewels, of crowns, bathed necklaces, articles of most many-colored of the appraised metal... were tweaked to find out if it were not dreaming or hallucinating, hurt to him and decided that the next time would use a less painful method. It took a currency from one of the piles and it kept it in his pocket. It would be a pretty memory. Now it would be put to look for the damn jewel of the small one. In its eagerness a sound called the attention to him of unexpected form.
- Chistt, Shhh... you do not make noise or will come. – A feminine voice that managed to identify after one of the piles of jewels whispered to him with pressure. She was a really beautiful girl, but it seemed a little neglected. The crowded around hair, the dirty face... but its eyes... ay their eyes, for a moment made the boy forget the reason for their adventure.
- Who has to come? – It said imitating the tone and the form.
- cuélebre, who if no? – It said with reprimand air.
- cuélebre? Good... you who you are? and what you do here? – One went ahead peculiar towards her.
- I have been many years here, so many that I lost the account. I am enchanted... – with the pain appearing of each one of its words.
- I also, much taste, but to what that comes now? – One shrank of shoulders.
- Noooo, idiot... that I am enchanted, enchanted... cuélebre I have been kidnapping myself for many years. – Returning to reprimand to him by its ignorance.
- What you say? Come we go, see with me and I will remove to you from here. – It said to the time that took it of the hand.
- you do not understand it, I cannot go – to me; was ashamed – it I have already tried hundreds of times, is useless, the spell me prevents it.
- Spell? That – is fantasies...; Accompanying its words with a recovery gesture.
- That thought I... – it said it turning itself to watch the eyes to him. Now they were closely together the one as opposed to the other. The boy loosen it then and shaking the head he returned to the subject that he had in hand and of that he was had momentarily confused.
- By the way, you have seen a woman thus more or less – – said raising the hand to indicate the height of the woman; long hair, a white gauze dress... – The young person, when hearing descrIP
ción was horrified and took the hands of the boy between hers. Their crazy eyes watched towards all sides with fear.- You have marcharte, really, it is on the verge of arriving... you have irte... vetoes and you do not return... – It said very short, totally altered. - But... – An atrocious roar interrupted the conversation.
- It vetoes... we go already... is... – here; the girl insisted to him between whispers while she shook the hands indicating to him that she marched there.
The boy saw as the young person returned to his place and, before leaving terrified, threw últimor look while he lost myself again in the dark. That event left transposed the boy truely. Without a doubt she had been witness of a certainly unusual event.
When it returned to the outside was sign of the small no devil and the light already had solved to be made intens moreto, letting themselves see between the branches and causing one thanked for shade in that increasing summer. It advanced to where it saw for the last time the small one and, without noticing it, estand it left the weeds and it was located after him, imitating the boy and removing ridicule to him while this one moved irritated from a side to another one. Suddenly, a powerful shout surprised both, that they were turned towards this one of a jump of one hundred eighty degrees.
- Trasgu disappears! – The voice came from a man who pretended means century at least. Adorned like a shepherd, the boy I do not doubt that that outside his ot even for a moment oficio. The tipped beret and a strong cane complemented his atuendo farmer.
It was then when the boy returned to see the small liante. There, in front of him, in the middle of the shepherd who shouted and of he himself, who was surprised. It had the attempt to take to him by the neck, but it was contained and he remained kind to which it happened.
- Who you are to say to me that she disappears? – Envalentonó the being.
- He vetoes by the good ones that by bad... – Its question returned to shout the shepherd ignoring.
- it do not give to old fear...... – me; it said removing the language with ridicule.
- Then by bad... – with the arms in jars.
- Uhh... what fear... – it said while it began ovocativamente to jumppr from a side to another one.
- Your nature is to obey if I request you... – then the little man stopped in dry and its semblante seemed to become immediately.
- Not... that not... – Completamente frightened.
- So three things I want that you do for me... – Increasing the voice powerfully.
- you cannot dome this... – one got upset.
- One, that you bring a good number of linen seeds in your left hand – raising a finger and indicating the hand bored of small – Two, that you whiten the skin of a black sheep – raising a second finger - and Three – with the three raised fingers - that you bring a full wicker basket of water of the river. It obeys or it disappears. – It sentenced finally.
- damn Oh... you are... – Infuriated, the Trasgu, because that was its nature, gave the return and disappeared for always. They did not return it to see.
The then shepherd approached the boy and its face slapped the back to him with a smile of ear ear drilling. Surprised by the facility with which botarate undid of that, the boy cannot more than to indicate the place agape where he had disappeared and watches with astonishment and ignorance towards that robust man.
- you are boy well? – him espetó amiably
- These trasgus can be really heavy if one nor knows to get rid of them. But when you request those three impossible things to him its pride is hurt and its annoyance makes them flee for always. It will not return to bother to us. – It said convinced.
- You... she is how I? Truth? – it said to the boy precavidfrom top to bottom or giving a review the old one.
- Good... – – laughed; something greater than you, but if you talk about to if I am one of these magical beings... then no, I am only ifmple shepherd who knows what lares cooks by these. – The humility of the shepherd became patent to the time that it spoke and it wasted his words wisely. It spoke with slowness, meditating CADto word, without titubear absolutely, totally surely of which it said at every moment.
- Uff... – One was alleviated to the boy – Thank heavens...
- Good, and you who you do here? You do not seem of the zone... – yawing an eye and holding its chin of average side.
- I do not know it, was in one sidrería and soon I woke up here – the boy shrank of shoulders.
- – Goes; the shepherd laughed - that happy cider... rises at the top and you lose the north... – returning to laugh again and slapping to the boy – We go – indicating the boy who took seat - we will fire and we will eat something that I take in the chaff...
Then pastor and the boy fired and ate while they chatted. The shepherd told numerous histories him of which they counted themselves in those earth. He spoke to him of busgosus, ventolines and other magical beings. It gave some signs him to avoid the bad arts of some of them and some taught to him to procure itself that another amulet. The boy also commented the happened thing to him to the man who listened with attention. Finally, after one he releases and tended conversation, the boy dared to ask what the shepherd knew took to him making the rounds from the first moment at which was known in front of understanding of these subjects.
- and how he could rescue to the enchanted one? – he said with special interest.
- Acércate that the forest does not hear it, the secrets keep awake and propagate like the wind if one is not walked with care. – The boy approached before the gesture of the shepherd and paid attention not to lose detail. Then the man whispered to him to the ear which needed watching with well-taken care of not being listened to. When he finished, the boy was very serious. The shepherd struck his shoulder. – Come, now to sleep...
Both were recostaron next to the fire and the night was rocking to them
in a deep and repairing dream. Everything what the shepherd had to him counted showed in its dreams of surrealista form, interlacing with its life and the one of hiss, with disparatadas situations, so and as is the dreams, entretejidos with the fabric of all imagined worlds and those that are about to still to imagine. When it opened again the eyes, andl boy was single. The shepherd had disappeared and the fire had been consumed. The sky still was blackened, but with that bluish tone that announces the dawn and is mixed in the morning with the warm colors that come near. Surely of itself and with the recorded instructions to fire in his mind, one stretched raudamente and one went towards the cave with the seeded spirit and the soul shrunk in a fist. The way to him became more bearable, but it knew that after the dark of that grotto was the same aim of that trip. Without knowing how he builds the destiny in the life of the people, the boy was surprised with the spirit to rescue to a young lady enchanted by a right spell in the day in whom he must be rescued, on the verge of losing the opportunity if the morning came before he did what had. One hurried. When arriving at the great room, the girl was sleepy next to a great winged beast. A species of serpent of hard grudges provided with surprising wings of murciélagor. That frightened the boy and
it almost regrets his imprudent value. However, it breathed deep and one approached with sigilo to where the girl lay.- Chisst... chisst... – the boy whispered just as she he did hours before. - – Vetoes...; it responded in whispers.
- Not without you... – it talked back very surely.
- you cannot do nothing by me... – it said while it bent fitsza and watched the sleepy beast.
- Yes... yes that I can... – it was reaffirmed, just before sending to the air the sorcery that would release it
- Young that enchanted anvil na cave of San Cibrán, I have desencantate It of San Xuan Tomorrow.
Once she frees, the girl embraced the young liberator and kissed her cheek with eagerness. Lamentably, that only constituted the first part of its plan, because there were lost the notion of what it lay to its side and that, now, no longer so was slept as before. Cuélebre, the winged beast, the creature desalmaccepts that it had prevailed of the freedom to that beautiful doncella, now straightened up threatening before them, with little heals intention to make of them its next food. Both they began to run, but cuélebre cut the passage to them in each movement that it givesban. The enchanted one disillusioned now was pronounced with the voice of the experience.
- we will only be able to flee if it give death cuélebre.
- I would like Well, but... – rolling to avoid hunted by the beast - it is impossible.
- No, he is not it... – it shouted to the time that took a golden lance of one of the piles and it threw to the boy – it crosses its throat and it will die.
The boy took it to the flight and, immediately afterwards, he pointed the end towards the throat of the beast. In an agile and accurate movement, this one crossed to the animal that scandalously collapsed on the ground, sending currencies and jewels by all the room. They did not stop to take nothing, they were taken of the hand and they fled from that place. They not even had time to appreciate the amazing transformation of the creature in a beautiful lady of long golden hair. That without a doubt was sidor the woman whom it captivated to the boy next to the river. A Xana. When leaving the cave, a tear slid delicate by the face of the enchanted young person who as much time did did not see the light of the Sun was touched ant
and the image that was to him granted and embraced with force to the boy offering to him a sonorous kiss in the lips. The flesh color amaneció in him, feeling frees of the spell that the Xana offered to him with its incredible beauty. When they went towards some possible exit of the forest, a sudden fog covered everything and the young person hurried to hide the head of the boy between his chests. Hiding its glance of which one came near between the mist. - you do not watch... is the Güestia... – it said enchanted with certain respect – a procession of deathly pale beings... – one stopped a little while distressed – they take a walk by the forest in search of late futures... illuminate its way with the bones of which already they died... – then it tightened to the boy with more force you lie the Güestia disappears between the trees and the fog – You do not watch, you would die...
- I will not do – and it was curled up tenderly on the chest of the young girl with one slight smile that denoted picardía.
While they moved away of that place, a glance became echo of that happiness. The shepherd watched with assent, hidden between the weeds. The pair marched. Soon they found the city and everything returned to normality. The young people advanced since then together by the life and nobody never interposed. In their b
oda told this incredible history to anecdotal way, but all they believed a fantasy to it and thus they decided outside accepted. In the end it finished being a secret that both shared each one of the days in which they were blessed with its union. The work finalized. The scene was illuminated completely and the actors took themselves of the hands to salute to the public been thankful one that them ovacionaba and applauded incessantly. Otto took its shelter while this happened and left the theater. When it crossed the door of the entrance had the temptation to watch back, but it did not do it. A smile drawing in its face. It did well in yielding his history to that hardly known director. One left to house, an enchanted young person hoped to him.
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