traveled for a year, a lot of freedom, did not seem real!
across the desert gleamed across the great sea, crossed vast plains, climbed up steep mountains. He visited small villages and large cities.
Its mission had in mind when he moved among the people. Who lent itself to listen, he took to question. Interpellated ancient sages and sorcerers grim, listened to men and women all in one piece knew that long.
But no answer satisfied him, always had a void in the heart.
In addition, the nostalgia was felt the family was missing. So, go crazy!
One day he realized that he had no desire to go around the world and took the road home. Although he felt defeated because he had not found the answers he sought, he had enjoyed and learned many new things .
The terrible storm caught him one night. He continued to move forward fearlessly for a long stretch, his house was not far away.
Lightning struck the ground in front of him and lit a tower that stood high in the middle of the street.
The little horse rider left the shelter of the imposing walls and passed through the open door at the base of the tower.
Inside there was nothing but silence and a steep staircase. He took off his helmet and climbed a few steps. There was a small window. Overlooking found himself nose to nose with his horse: "Hiiiiiii, you shot just to look for what you find inside you."
was exhausted by fatigue, he seemed to have heard the animals talk! He looked up: the steeper rising scale. He put the sword and shield to a wall and continued the climb.
came to another window and peered out. The rain had ceased, the moon shone bright in the sky. Materialized down below the scene of the day of his birth: he saw himself lying in a cradle in the center of a crossroads of paths. He saw his mother, who provided a cot next to the sword and a shield. He saw his dad, whistling, with high gates barred entry paths. He saw his grandmother, who threw a red velvet carpet on the only road left open. He saw his grandfather, with his perennial distracted air, which, four four, raised a corner of the rug and we hid under the big book of fairy tales. The grandfather looked up to the tower, just Where was he, and winked. The little knight drew back quickly. He was scared. And very angry! He was tired and hot. Got rid of his armor, which does not drop anything, even to sleep, and continued to climb the steep steps. Proceeded quickly now, without quell'ingombrante scrap metal. The stairs ended at the top of the tower. He found himself in a comfortable room. There was a table spread in the center a huge chocolate cake with many burning candles and a sign of sugar: "To live fully."
He had a hungry wolf, but was curious and wanted to look out the window higher. Down there he saw himself as he was now, straight and proud, riding his horse. He wore no armor, no shield, no sword. Behind him, one road paved with red velvet, before him, a thousand roads unraveled, some straight, some curved, some more in there too intertwined. Disappear towards the horizon, the sun rose bright, behind a mountain. He smiled. He blew out the candles and ate the cake. Then he would return home. Calmly, he would have chosen the road.
This post is in the contest Nina "Love should not be a secret"
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