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¿Alguna vez has encontrado inspiración en una idea que te haya dado otra persona? A mí siempre me pasa y no está mal, porque a veces la musa o la inspiración no está 100% recargada, así que nunca está mal inspirarnos en algo más para crear algo original.
Con esto en mente, decidí participar de nuevo en este ejercicio que nos comparte @freewritehouse llamado Continúa la historia. Consiste en crear un escrito a partir de un texto que ellos nos proporcionan, es decir, continuar la historia que ya está.
Pueden leer más del concurso siguiendo este enlace:
@freewritehouse/continua-la-historia-28-de-mayo-de-2022
Me pareció interesante y quise intentarlo otra vez. Les presento mi escrito, espero que lo disfruten.
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La Espada Oxidada
Cabalgaba con mucho cuidado en aquel sendero plagado de enemigos. Con su espada empuñada y lista para actuar, el caballero se acercaba al lugar indicado para su reunión secreta. Hubiera preferido hacer las cosas de manera distinta, pero estuvo dispuesto a enfrentar aquel peligro debido al amor que sentía en secreto por la princesa y porque hacía tiempo ya que no veía el rostro del que fuera su hermano de armas; hoy, un rebelde temido por la corona, refugiado en lo profundo del bosque…
Al llegar al lugar, todo estaba en silencio. No bajó de su caballo en ningún momento, se mantuvo en guardia en aquel claro del bosque, mientras dirigía sus oscuros ojos hacia el espacio entre los antiguos y ennegrecidos árboles de aquel bosque cubierto de ceniza.
“¿Dónde estás?” Fue la pregunta que lanzó al aire, mientras su caballo se inquietaba ante el sonido del silencio, que reinaba en el tenebroso bosque. Nadie contestó; sin embargo, fue el relinchar de su caballo lo que rompió el silencio.
Una flecha se clavó en el animal, derribando al jinete. Con prisa se incorporó y desenvainó su famosa espada oxidada, que asesinaba lenta y dolorosamente a todo aquel que era cortado por esta.
“Conoces el trato, tu espada por la princesa” dijo un hombre saliendo de entre los árboles, junto a otros soldados armados con ballestas y espadas curvadas, todos cubiertos por cenizas.
La princesa, con evidentes moretones y ataduras en todo su cuerpo, fue lanzada a los pies del caballero. Este, como respuesta, lanzó su espada oxidada a los pies de su hermano, el hombre que mantenía cautiva a la princesa. Lucía una barba larga y blanca, tenía apariencia de bestia y era bastante intimidante para ser un hombre más…
"¿Me matarás?", preguntó el caballero, con dudas sobre las intenciones de su hermano.
Tan pronto como la espada estuvo en manos de aquel rebelde, se le entregó un pequeño burro al caballero, para que pudiera volver con la princesa.
"Te irás con ella", dijo el rebelde a espaldas del caballero, "pero no vivirás..."
En ese momento, el caballero sintió un gran dolor en su brazo izquierdo. Al voltear, vio que había sido su hermano quien lo cortó con la espada que le había entregado…
No dijo ni una palabra, solo cubrió su herida y subió al burro junto a la princesa, para huír del tenebroso bosque. Sabía lo que le esperaba.
El tiempo pasó y la princesa se reunió con su familia. El caballero, por otra parte, nunca pudo confesarle su amor a la doncella, pues murió entre dolorosos espasmos y ahogos en su habitación, víctima de la mortal herida de la hoja oxidada de su antigua espada…
Bien amigos, esta ha sido mi escrito. Un breve relato de sacrificio sin un final felíz, porque no siempre tiene que haber uno.
Los invito a dejar sus opiniones abajo en los comentarios, como siempre estaré encantado de leerlos. Sin más que agregar, me despido entonces...
¡Hasta la próxima!
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Have you ever found inspiration in an idea that someone else has given you? It always happens to me and it's not bad, because sometimes the muse or inspiration is not 100% recharged, so it's never bad to get inspired by something else to create something original.
With this in mind, I decided to participate again in this exercise shared by @freewritehouse called Continue the story. It consists of creating a piece of writing from a text that they provide us with, that is, continuing the story that is already there.
You can read more about the contest by following this link:
@freewritehouse/continua-la-historia-28-de-mayo-de-2022
I found it interesting and wanted to give it a try it again. I present you my writing, I hope you enjoy it.
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The Rusty Sword
He rode very carefully on that path plagued by enemies. With his sword in his hand and ready to act, the knight approached the place indicated for his secret meeting. He would have preferred to do things differently, but he was willing to face that danger because of the love he secretly felt for the princess and because it had been a long time since he had seen the face of his former brother in arms; today, a rebel feared by the crown, taking refuge in the depths of the forest?
When he arrived at the place, everything was silent. He did not get off his horse at any time, he stood on guard in that forest clearing, as he turned his dark eyes towards the space between the ancient and blackened trees of that ash-covered forest.
"Where are you?" was the question he threw into the air, as his horse fretted at the sound of silence, which reigned in the gloomy forest. No one answered; however, it was the neighing of his horse that broke the silence.
An arrow had stuck in the animal, knocking the rider off his feet. Hastily he sat up and unsheathed his famous rusty sword, which slowly and painfully killed all who were cut by it.
"You know the deal, your sword for the princess" said a man emerging from the trees, along with other soldiers armed with crossbows and curved swords, all covered in ashes.
The princess, with obvious bruises and bindings all over her body, was thrown at the feet of the knight. The knight, in response, threw his rusty sword at the feet of his brother, the man who held the princess captive. He sported a long, white beard, looked like a beast and was quite intimidating for just another man....
"Will you kill me?" the knight asked, doubtful of his brother's intentions.
As soon as the sword was in the hands of that rebel, a small donkey was handed to the knight, so that he could return to the princess.
"You will go with her," said the rebel behind the knight's back, "but you will not live..."
At that moment, the knight felt a great pain in his left arm. Turning around, he saw that it had been his brother who had cut him with the sword he had handed him....
He did not say a word, only covered his wound and climbed on the donkey next to the princess, to flee from the dark forest. He knew what awaited him.
Time passed and the princess was reunited with her family. The knight, on the other hand, was never able to confess his love to the maiden, for he died in painful spasms and choking in his room, a victim of the mortal wound from the rusty blade of his ancient sword....
Well friends, this has been my writing. A brief tale of sacrifice without a happy ending, because there doesn't always have to be one.
I invite you to leave your thoughts below in the comments, as always I will be happy to read them. Without further ado, I bid you farewell then....
See you next time!
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