It was a dark and stormy night. So dark and so storm sensible thing was to stay sheltered in their homes, before the fire, to think, to imagine.
But a little knight in shining rain, leaning on his horse, defied the weather and went forward undaunted. The gusts of wind made him stagger, the lightning's dart around. Where was it? Where were you going? One thing we know: himself was looking for.
years earlier. Taking
for the first time her baby in her arms, her mother said, smiling: "Look, look proud, haughty become a knight."
Dad had brought a shield of gold as a gift the newborn: A shield for a precious brave knight. "
Grandma had bought a horse: "Together they grow up and win a thousand battles."
The grandfather had received in this world by giving him a book of fairy tales. The book was seized and closed at the bottom of a trunk. There was no time to read it, had to learn to be a knight! Would have been his only job.
So the child was trained to become a very good rider. He won one hundred tournaments. He filled the house of his parents shiny trophies. My grandmother passed a happy afternoon polishing the gold medals won by the nephew. They were all very proud of the little knight. And even the little knight she was happy. Only my grandfather was silent. When the boy showed yet another prize, he smiled enigmatically and stroked her hair.
one day the boy became ill, for the first time in his life. He took the chicken pox. Said the doctor who examined him: "Bruce must stay in bed if he wants to return a perfect knight."
He had never been away from the single combat all the time. The second day were dying of boredom. Mom, Dad and Grandma had so much to do in polishing his trophies which certainly did not have time to keep him company. The grandfather did not show up. What to do?
At the height of boredom, he opened the old trunk that held the foot of the bed were kept, things that had accumulated over the years: his first sword, the first helmet, his wooden horse. Just at the bottom, yellowed and dusty, there was the book that his grandfather had given him the day of his birth. Intrigued, I grabbed it, crouched under the covers and began to leaf through the pages, embellished with colorful illustrations.
An unknown world is opened before his eyes. A world without riders (was that possible?), Inhabited by fairies, witches, ballerinas, and carpenters wooden puppets, sailors, explorers and pirates, clowns and acrobats. He spent three days and three nights to read.
thousand thoughts whirled in his head. He was willing to be a pirate. Indeed, a dancer. No, not an explorer! Ah, but what he thought, was he born to be a knight, he! Always told him her grandmother, mom, dad. They loved him. But even his grandfather wanted him and he, his tongue, he.
And if it all wrong? We do not understand anything. He had so much confusion within himself, but also a lot of courage, so he made a decision.
End Part I lasted far too long.
This post is in the contest Nina "love should not be a secret"
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