Nobody ever knew why he was so different. After all, everyone there lived in a world surrounded by magic and monsters of the most varied species, but 'the man with blue eyes' was different; different for appearing to be an ordinary man.
knowing he was stranger to most there, he avoided spending too much time on any of the islands. He was uncomfortable with almost any species; most seemed to feel superior for having some extraordinary power or ability, and talking to these creatures was always an exercise in patience. Is not, that 'the blue-eyed man' (as he was known) was not serene enough to deal with overbearing monsters; he just believed that he would make better of his time sailing in his boat, watching the endless cycles of sunrise and sunset, the different phases of the moon and the sea.
In the sea, there were also a lot of monsters, of course. But he had sailed for so long between those islands that he knew exactly where the calmest place was from which it would be possible to dive, fish, and simply enjoy all the nature around him without having to deal with any creature.
What most of the inhabitants of the islands did not know, is that even though he was a lonely man and he liked to be so, what moves him was the care he had for all the inhabitants of Splinterlands, and for those who would still arrive. For, as much as that sad boatman went unnoticed by most species, it was because of him that everyone's survival was assured. The blue-eyed man was the one who protected the sea portals, preventing any human being from finding the magical islands, although he himself suspected that it was just any human being, there was an unbreakable truth about him that he would never discover. And that truth was exactly what woke him up every day on his boat so that he simply sailed for over a thousand years among beings that only sought a chance to destroy him.
He didn't know why he was there, how he got there, or if he had a life before Splinterlands. Simply, one day he woke up and a solar eclipse was happening, when he looked around, he was on a boat, in the middle of the sea, he was shirtless, but he wasn't cold. Beside him was a rope, he held it as if he somehow recognized it, and walked to the bow. Standing there, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath... And when he opened his beautiful blue eyes, he heard a voice saying a single word:
Hagios.
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Ninguém nunca soube dizer porque ele era tão diferente. Afinal, todos ali viviam num mundo rodeado de magia e monstros das mais variadas espécies, porém ‘o homem de olhos azuis’ era diferente; diferente por parecer ser um homem comum.
Por saber que era estranho para a maioria ali, ele evitava passar muito tempo em qualquer uma das ilhas. Não se sentia a vontade com quase nenhuma espécie; a maioria ali parecia se sentir superior por ter algum poder ou habilidade especial e conversar com aquelas criaturas era sempre um exercício de paciência. Não, que ‘o homem de olhos azuis’ (como era conhecido), não tivesse serenidade o suficiente para lidar com monstros prepotentes; ele apenas acreditava que aproveitaria melhor seu tempo navegando em seu barco, vendo os ciclos infindáveis do nascer e se por do sol, das diferentes fases da lua e do mar.
No mar também tinha uma grande quantidade de monstros, é claro. Mas, ele já havia navegado por tanto tempo entre aquelas ilhas que sabia exatamente onde ficava o lugar mais calmo do qual seria possível mergulhar, pescar e simplesmente o usufruir de toda a natureza a sua volta sem que tivesse que lidar com qualquer criatura.
O que a maioria dos habitantes das ilhas não sabiam, é que mesmo sendo um homem solitário e que gostava de sê-lo, o que o movimentava era o cuidado que tinha com todos os habitantes de Splinterlands, e com os que ainda chegariam. Pois, por mais que aquele barqueiro triste passasse despercebido pela maioria das especieis, era por causa dele que a sobrevivência de todos estava assegurada. O Homem de olhos azuis era quem protegia os portais do mar, impedindo que qualquer ser humano pudesse encontrar as ilhas mágicas, embora ele mesmo desconfiasse que fosse um ser humano qualquer, existia uma verdade inquebrável sobre ele que ele jamais descobriria. E essa verdade, era exatamente o que o acordava todos os dias em seu barco para que ele simplesmente navegasse há mais de mil anos entre seres que só buscavam uma chance de destruí-lo.
Ele não sabia porque estava li, como tinha chegado ou se tinha uma vida antes de Splinterlands. Simplesmente, um dia ele acordou e estava acontecendo um eclipse solar, quando olhou em volta, estava num barco, no meio do mar, estava sem camisa, mas não sentia frio. Ao seu lado havia uma corda, ele a segurou como se de alguma forma a reconhecesse, e caminhou para a proa. Parado ali, fechou os olhos e respirou profundamente... E ao abrir seus lindos olhos azuis, ouviu uma voz dizendo uma só palavra:
Hagios.
