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Neivria had hardly slept that night and she woke up in a bad mood. However, her annoyance turned into sadness during the first moments of the morning. She was having her breakfast on a stone-made bench that was close to one of the walls of her home. It was a sunny day and the fields that her family cultivated could be seen from her position. The houses of Malgate were a little farther from the fields.

Although she was eager to leave Malgate long ago, she did not want to be forced to leave in order to avoid bigger problems. It had been her father's fault, because he did not want to give her permission for leaving when Neivria asked him a year ago. She would become the most famous pirate in the Ocean and she could not achieve her dream in a farmers' village like Malgate. Her father did not let her moving to her aunt's house in Albe, a town where a skilled thief like her could get rich and harden. She had no option but misbehaving. Her goal was irritating them until they let him leave. Taking advantage to the fact that she did not get along with the other girls, she started to provoke them and she had some fights. Although she had been trained in martial arts, those fights were not too much hard, only a little of hair pulling, some scratches and some ruined dresses, but these fights caused a lot of problems to her parents. She started to mingle with bad persons, and she learnt a lot from them. She spent some nights in the dungeon of the town, but they still denied the permission for leaving.

Her failure on obtaining the permission infuriated her more and more. And, a week ago, she spent all the evening pestering Palava, a girl as tall as Neivria and as twice as heavy. Palava felt so irritated that, taking advantage of her strength and size, she slammed Neivria against a wall, pulled her hair and hit her head against that wall. Neivria forgot their martial arts instructor's rule: never use her abilities against untrained foes excepting if her live was in danger. She lost her mind and punched and kicked Palava until she fell and after, she sat on her attacker and punched her face until four girls separated them, fortunately. After, Neivria regretted so much, but the damage was done. Her father had a heated argument with Palava's father, and after a meeting with the mayor, he told that Neivria will move to her aunt's house. That was their last conversation. Neivria knew that Palava was so thrashed that she did not go out from her house and she wanted to visit her for apologising, but they did not open the door.

Neivria finished the breakfast and thought that she had to go or the caravan to Albe would depart without her. She was surprised and felt hurt because her luggage was next to the door, out of her home. She knocked and her mother opened the door.

"What do you want?"

"I'd... I'd like to check if I have forgotten something."

Her mother pointed at the luggage and told:

"All your things are there. You forgot nothing."

"But... May I... may I go into for a moment?"

Her mother left the door opened and got away from her. Neivria went into and told her:

"Where is dad? I'd like to say good-bye to him"

"He had to go. He asked me for wishing you a good travel in his name"

That broke Neivria's heart. She understood her father's anger, but she expected a farewell from him. In that moment, her younger sister ran down the stairs and greeted Neivria. Her sister was very glad because she would sleep in Neivria's former bedroom that night and she wanted to show her mother the changes that she was making in it. Her mother told Neivria, while she followed her younger daughter:

"Good bye, Neivria. Have a nice travel."

Her mother hardly looked at Neivria. Her younger sister said her goodbye when she was starting to going up the stairs. Neivria went out her house and closed the door. She revised her luggage, verified that she had not forgotten anything, put on her sword belt, wore her rucksack and headed to the center of Malgate, holding her bow. She felt pity because she had to leave the dresses that she wore in parties and dances. She wondered if she really had became a so insufferable girl than even her own parents were eager to see her leaving Malgate. She also wondered why following a dream was so painful.

She walked by a path, through fields of wheat. April was starting, so the harvest time will begin in four months. For the first time, Neivria would not help her parents and her sister during that time. She stopped, turned around and gazed at her house for a while. She started to cry and she continued sobbing while went away her home again. She looked forward to leave her village so much than she did not think that she could miss her old life. She only understood how important her family's love was for her when she lost it. She stopped again and used a handkerchief for drying her tears. She was about to coming back and begging her mother for letting her return to her old life. Unfortunately, that was no longer her parents' decision: the mayor found no solution but expelling her from Malgate.

When she walked by the main street of the village, she no longer cried. It was early in the morning and the street was almost empty of people. When she crossed the Square of the Baskets, she saw three boys sat close to the fountain. They looked at her when she passed near the fountain and one of them told:

"Our Neivria is already leaving"

"What a pity! She is really smoking hot", another one told.

"I agree. She has a really nice pair of tits", the one who talked first ended.

Neivria felt annoyed for that conversation, but she preferred to ignore them. When she arrived to the terrace where the covered wagons and other carriages that formed the caravan were congregated, in the outskirts of Malgate, she left her luggage in the ground and she sat on a big stone in order to wait for the departure time. And she felt irritated when she saw that Calenia came towards her, accompanied by a very handsome boy. Calenia and Neivria were enemies from the moment in which Calenia stole a boyfriend to Neivria. She recovered him after a few weeks, but they hated each other from that time. Neivria hated her because she was more beautiful and Calenia hated her for the same reason. Neivria did not want to see her in that moment. She stood up and told her:

"What are you doing here?"

Her enemy stopped and told:

"I couldn't miss it. You are leaving; it's a fantastic and beautiful dream".

"Why don't you go to other place to celebrate it?"

"How ungrateful you are! I came here to say goodbye and for ensuring that you are actually leaving Malgate"

Neivria looked at the boy who accompanied Neivria. She came nearer to them and told:

"Who is this boy? Is he your boyfriend or only another dupe boy that you are trying to fuck with?"

"He is my boyfriend. You are the sluttiest girl in Malgate, not me".  

Neivria enjoyed seeing the anger that Calenia expressed when she stopped close to her and her boyfriend. Neivria caressed the boy's cheek and told him:

"You're so cute... Unfortunately, I must go. In other case, I would show you the way in which a true woman makes love.

Calenia finished the caress with a slap in Neivria's forearm and she tried to smack Calenia, but she stopped it with her hand. Then, they started a ridiculous fight in which both girls slapped their hands each other. The fight finished when the boy placed himself between them. He was slapped several times by both girls before he could separate them. Neivria thought that it was not worth to start a real fight, so she returned to the stone where she was sat. Then, she told to Calenia's boyfriend:

"Your girlfriend is very beautiful, but don't touch her arse. It's flabby and hairy."

"And your tits are saggy, you moron!"

Neivria touched her breasts and told to her enemy's boyfriend:

"That's not true. May I go there for showing it to you?"

"If you come closer, I'll smash your face", Calenia replied.

Neivria replied, about to start laughing:

"Let's see if I go for you and I pull your hair out. Pig hair is expensive".

"It's too bad that whore's hair costs less than a fucking piece of shit, but come here if you dare."

Neivria was tired of arguing with her, so she did not answered and she sat. After about a half of an hour, she saw other passengers going to the carriages, so she did the same. She got on an uncovered carriage that was occupied by an unknown woman and a lot of sacks of grain. Calenia and her boyfriend were still in the terrace, and they remained there looking at the caravan while it was leaving the town. Neivria felt very sad while she gazed at the houses of Malgate until, after a curve, a hill hid them.
Chapter II: Goodbye, Malgate
The second chapter, where the female protagonist, Neivria, is introduced. The situation for her is completely the opposite as the one for Loztu, excepting in some minor facts.

About the traslation from Spanish, there are some comments. I am trying to use a standard English. When it is not possible, I try to use British English, because I am european, but as I read more texts in American English I could mix both versions of English. The "strong language" and vulgar language are very hard for translating. In the original in Spanish, the three boys' comments are offensive but they are a little bit more indirect than in English version. The only "strong word" that Neivria uses, in Spanish sounds more colloquial than offensive: it's rather "light" and even children use it. The translation has the same meaning, but perhaps is "stronger" in English. Calenia's bad words should sound rather strong in English, because they are very offensive in the Spanish version.

I did not find music for this chapter.

One of the tags is expermental.

The version in Spanish is here: imageshr.deviantart.com/art/Ca…
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Neivria apenas había dormido y se despertó de mal humor, aunque su enfado fue convirtiéndose en tristeza. Desayunaba despacio, sentada en un banco de piedra junto al muro de su casa. Era un día soleado y se veían los campos que labraba su familia. Un poco más lejos, estaban las casas del casco urbano de Malgate.

Aunque ansiaba desde hacía tiempo irse de Malgate, no deseaba tener que hacerlo por evitar problemas mayores. La culpa la había tenido su padre, por no haber querido dejarla marchar cuando se lo pidió hacía casi un año. Neivria iba a ser la pirata más famosa del Océano y no iba a conseguirlo en un pueblo de agricultores como el suyo. Su padre se negó a dejarla marchar a casa de su tía, en Albe, una ciudad donde una ladrona hábil como ella podría enriquecerse y curtirse. No tuvo más remedio que empezar a portarse lo peor posible con la idea de hartarles y que la dejaran irse. Aprovechando que no se llevaba muy bien con las chicas de su edad, empezó a provocarlas y se peleó unas cuantas veces. Aunque había recibido clases de artes marciales, aquellas peleas no pasaron de unos cuantos tirones de pelo, unos arañazos y algún vestido destrozado, pero le dieron muchos problemas a sus padres. Empezó a reunirse con los maleantes del pueblo y aprendió bastante de ellos. Pasó alguna noche en el calabozo y se ganó bastantes reprimendas, pero seguían sin darle el permiso.

Su fracaso la iba enfureciendo día a día, la volvió más rebelde e insoportable. Y hacía una semana, se pasó la tarde entera acosando a Palava, una chica tan alta como Neivria y el doble de pesada. Tanto la irritó que Palava se fue hacia ella y aprovechando su fuerza y su tamaño, la estrelló contra un muro, la agarró de los cabellos y empezó a golpearle la cabeza contra la pared. Neivra olvidó la regla de no usar sus conocimientos de artes marciales contra personas no entrenadas salvo en caso de peligro de muerte y se revolvió. Le dio patadas y puñetazos hasta derribarla, se sentó sobre ella y le estuvo golpeando la cara hasta que, por suerte, las separaron cuatro chicas. Después, se arrepintió mucho de haberle pegado tanto, pero el daño ya estaba hecho. Su padre tuvo una discusión muy fuerte con el padre de Palava, y tras una reunión con el alcalde, le dijo al fin que se iría con su tía a Albe. No había vuelto a hablarle desde entonces. Supo que Palava estaba tan molida que llevaba tres días sin salir de casa y quiso visitarla para pedirle perdón, pero ni siquiera le abrieron la puerta.

Terminó el desayuno y pensó que debía marcharse o la caravana a Albe se iría sin ella. Se sorprendió y se sintió dolida al encontrarse en la puerta todo su equipaje. Llamó a la puerta y le abrió su madre.

—¿Qué quieres?

—Quiero...  quiero ver si se me ha olvidado algo.

Su madre señaló el equipaje mientras decía:

—Lo tienes todo ahí. No te dejas nada.

—Pero... ¿Puedo... puedo pasar un momento?

Su madre dejó la puerta abierta y se alejó. Neivria entró y le dijo:

—¿Dónde está papá? Quiero decirle adiós.

—Ha salido. Me pidió que te deseara buen viaje.

Aquello le partió el corazón. Comprendía que su padre estuviera muy enfadado, pero esperaba que, al menos, se despidiera de ella. En esto, su hermana pequeña bajó las escaleras corriendo, la saludó muy contenta y tiró del brazo de su madre a quien quería enseñarle los cambios que le estaba haciendo al dormitorio de Neivria, que iba a ocupar aquella misma noche. Sin apenas mirarle y mientras seguía a su hija pequeña, su madre le dijo:

—Adiós, Neivria. Buen viaje.

Su hermana pequeña le dijo lo mismo al empezar a subir las escaleras. Salió de su casa y cerró la puerta. Revisó su equipaje y tras verificar que no olvidaba nada, se ciñó el talabarte, se ajustó la mochila y se dirigió al centro de Malgate con el arco en la mano. Por algún motivo, le dio pena dejarse los vestidos que usaba en los bailes. Iba muy triste, sin dejar de preguntarse si se había vuelto tan insoportable que hasta sus propios padres estaban ansiosos por no verla nunca más. Se cuestionaba por qué dolía tanto perseguir los sueños.

Caminaba por un sendero entre campos de trigo. Como era abril, la siega sería dentro de cuatro meses, y por primera vez, Neivria no iba a participar junto a sus padres y su hermana. Se detuvo, se volvió y estuvo un rato mirando su casa. Empezó a llorar y siguió haciéndolo mientras volvía a avanzar despacio. Tenía tantas ganas de irse del pueblo que no pensó en que podía echar de menos la vida que dejaba atrás. Había tenido que perder el afecto de su familia para entender cuánto significaba para ella. Se detuvo y sacó un pañuelo para secarse las lágrimas. Estuvo a punto de regresar y suplicarle a su madre que le dejara quedarse. Por desgracia, aquello ya no dependía de sus padres: era el alcalde quien no veía más solución que echarla de Malgate.

Recuperada la compostura, cruzó la calle principal del pueblo. Era temprano y no había casi nadie. Pasó por la Plaza de las Cestas y vio a tres muchachos que estaban sentados junto a la fuente. La miraron al pasar y oyó decir a uno:

—Ya se nos va Neivria.

—¡Qué mierda! Con lo buena que está —añadió otro.

—Sí, tiene unas tetas... —concluyó el que había hablado primero.

A Neivria le molestaron los comentarios, pero optó por no hacer caso. Al llegar a la explanada, a las afueras de la ciudad, donde ya estaban congregadas las galeras, se liberó de su carga y se sentó en una piedra a esperar la partida. Y se irritó al ver que se le acercaba Calenia junto a un muchacho muy atractivo. Eran enemigas desde que Calenia le quitó un novio a Neivria y luego ella lo recuperó. Neivria la odiaba porque era más guapa que ella y Calenia la odiaba por el mismo motivo. Era la última persona a la que quería ver en aquel momento. Neivria se puso de pie y le dijo:

—¿Qué haces aquí?

Su enemiga se detuvo y respondió:

—No podía perdérmelo. Te vas; es algo maravilloso, un sueño.

—Pues vete a celebrarlo a otra parte.

—¡Qué ingrata! Si he venido a despedirme y a asegurarme de que te vas.

Neivria miró un rato al joven y se les acercó mientras decía:

—¿Y este quién es? ¿Tu novio o sólo otro más al que te quieres follar?

—Es mi novio. La tía más puta de Malgate eres tú, no yo.

Neivria disfrutó al ver la rabia que demostraba Calenia cuando se detuvo junto a ellos. Acarició la mejilla del joven y le dijo:

—Eres muy mono. Lástima que tenga que irme; si no, te enseñaría como hace el amor una mujer de verdad.

Calenia interrumpió la caricia de un manotazo y Neivria le lanzó un guantazo que su enemiga detuvo con la mano. Y empezaron una lucha ridícula a base de tortazos en las manos que el muchacho interrumpió interponiéndose. Recibió varios golpes de las dos antes de conseguir separarlas. No merecía la pena pelearse, así que Neivria se alejó. Otra vez junto a sus cosas, le dijo al novio de Calenia:

—Tu novia es muy guapa, pero no le toques el culo. Lo tiene fofo y peludo.

—Y tú tienes las tetas caídas, imbécil.

Neivria se tocó los pechos y se dirigió de nuevo al novio:

—Eso no es verdad. ¿Voy ahí y te lo demuestro?

—Si te acercas te parto la cara —replicó Calenia.

A punto de reírse, Neivria dijo:

—A ver si voy a por ti y te arranco los pelos, que el pelo de cerda se vende caro.

—Qué pena que el pelo de puta no valga una mierda, pero ven si te atreves.

Neivria estaba cansada de discutir con ella, así que se calló y se sentó. Al cabo de casi media hora, cuando vio a otros pasajeros acercarse, hizo lo propio y se subió en una carreta descubierta junto a una mujer a quien no conocía y un montón de sacos de grano. Calenia y su novio seguían en la explanada y se quedaron un buen rato viendo partir la caravana. Neivria contempló las casas de Malgate, muy apenada, hasta que, por una curva del camino, se las tapó una colina.
Capitulo II: Adios, Malgate
Aquí está el segundo capítulo. El contraste entre la salida de Loztu y la de Neivria es completo: en lo posible, todo es al revés para ella.

DeviantArt no me deja poner tildes ni eñes en los titulos. Esto será un problema en un capítulo posterior...

Una de las etiquetas es experimental.

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Loztu felt worried while he waited for the starting of the ceremony. He had put on his rigid leather breastplate and the brown cape half of an hour ago. And he waited alone in the sitting room of his home.

When, finally, his entire family entered, dressed with their best clothes, he became anxious when he thought about the consequences of failing at something. This would be the most important ceremony devoted to him. Loztu knelt and two girls, his cousins, brought to him an open recipient filled with incense and a lit candle. He burnt the incense with the precise movements that he had trained during weeks. When Loztu started to tell the prayer, the remainder persons in the room knelt and prayed whispering.

Asking Koet Wasgu's and ancestors' blessing was only the first part. The room was filled with incense odours when his father sat up, asked his brother for a wrapped in fabric package and told to Lotzu:

"This is the axe that your grandfather gave to me twenty-three years ago. I give it to you now. If you grip it, do it with good reason. If you release it, do it only after victory or death."

Loztu got up and he could not contain the trembling of his knees. He accepted the axe and unwrapped it as if it were a treasure. It was a wonderful axe, with his family's motto engraved in the blade. He held the gift with both hands, knelt and told:

"I will do thus"

When his father gave him permission, he got up and, carefully, put the axe into the sheath that hung by his belt. Loztu gazed at his father and it was difficult for him not getting moved. After a while in which nobody talked, his father continued the ceremony.

"By this ceremony, you become the representative of our family in the Hakol Republic army. Because you already became worthy for using in battle the axe that passed from elder son to elder son, from this moment you can start the mission that you have imposed to yourself. You have my permission for leaving Hakol and look for our brother peoples in the mainland"

Only in the last words, his father's voice trembled. Leaving alone his father for starting that mission was the thing that most saddened to Loztu. This time, he would not return home after a boring month serving in the Bukret's Dyke. He would penetrate in Govria, he would earn enough money for buying a passage to the mainland and he would find the republics ruled by other hakols. That was a dream for a lot of young men in the Republic, and it was a true dream for Loztu. The Republic  was weaker every day, and its only hope was the help of its brothers from other parts of the world. He dreamt with coming back with an army that would defeat the govrians and would return to the Republic the lands that Govria snatched to the hakols. His father surprised him:

"I know that your mother would have loved to see you became a man, and she would have wanted to help you. By this, add this to the goods that you intend to sell in Govria."

And he left in his hands the most beautiful pendant that belonged to his mother. He answered, really moved:

"I can't accept it. It is your most beloved memory about her."

"It saddens me to lose it, but your mother would have wanted this. We will not have a future if we continue attached to the past. Take it with you and sell it. Hopefully, you will be able to but the passage with that."

It was inexcusable for a hakol male to cry in public, and it was hard for Loztu to contain himself. He did not want to leave alone his father. He would miss the evenings devoted to training with the axe and improving his unarmed combat skills, and his father would miss them even more. His father gave him a permission that he did not want to give.

After he accepted the jewel, his relatives said goodbye to him following the rehearsed order. The men hugged him; the women kissed him in his cheek. When the ceremony had finished, Loztu took his equipment: crossbow, shield and rucksack, and went out his home walking with his father. He had to contain himself for not turning the head and gazing at his home for the last time. He expected to come back some day, but he did not know when he could return. Suddenly, he heard a known voice:

"Loztu!"

It was Klastu's voice and he was his best friend. Loztu's father gave him permission touching his shoulder, so he ran and they hugged each other. Loztu told:

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in Lwaart."

"And I am still posted there, but I couldn't let you leaving Hakol without saying goodbye. Let's have some beer!"

The travel from Lwaart lasted several days and it was necessary to take a ferryboard from Massur to Sekte. Loztu only needed a short look at his father, who had come close to them, for receiving his permission. Loztu and Klastu ran the narrow streets of Koltu and they arrived to the tavern where they had shared unforgettable moments. They ordered two mugs of beer, toasted, laughed a lot and they talk even more. When they was about to finish their beers, Klastu told.

"I'd give one of my arms for going with you, man. Can you imagine? You and I going across the world."

"I'd also give an arm for having you close to me in my travel."

"Better not. We wouldn't fight very well lacking an arm each of us."

Loztu laughed and Klastu, after laughing too, talked in a gloomy way.

"But I can't go with you. I'll marry in three months and I'll have to take care of my spouse. I hope that she will give to me a lot of children. Each day, our population goes down."

Loztu sighed and finished his beer. Klastu also finished his drink and told:

"Be very careful, man. Govrians are monsters. No matter how good our training can be: they are as twice as big that us. They have very long arms and legs, and they fight with huge swords. Coming enough close to them for giving a good axe blow is very difficult."

It had to be added that they were not used to practise fighting against govrian foes. Loztu calmed down his friend with several jokes, but he felt anxious about facing a govrian fighter. Finally, they left the tavern and went to the meeting point with the unit in which Loztu was posted. Both friends joked and remembered anecdotes along the way. And when they arrived where Loztu's father was with Loztu's equipment, the three men said goodbye. It was a bitter farewell: his father tried to hide his sadness, but he could not. Klastu and he went together and Loztu arrived to the square where his unit was already congregated.

He had to wait for almost half of an hour, but it was not an unpleasant wait. For Koltu inhabitants, the departure of a relief for Bukret's Dyke garrison was a party for two reasons: the ones that departed would execute the most valuable task between hakol people, and the departure promised the return of the friends and relatives who had spent a month or more serving in the Dyke.

There was not much time left for the departure when a group of girls arrived where Loztu was. Following the traditions, they fastened a flower in the soldiers' breastplates. Two of them came near to him, smiling. The one who took a flower from a basket held by the other girl was gorgeous. She had black long hair and nice dark-coloured eyes. And she was so shy that when she realised that Loztu gazed at her while she was adorning his breastplate with the flower, she blushed. He averted his eyes for not disturbing her and the girl told:

"I did not take offence, sir, it's only that..."

Instead of completing the sentence, she kissed his cheek and thanked him for being so nice. And when Loztu turned his head and saw that the girl looked at him smiling, before fastening a flower in other soldier, he felt more sadness for leaving Hakol.

At last, their officer came and ordered them to form into a column of three lines. Loztu was in the left side. A few minutes after, started one of the traditional military marches of the Republic and they departed between applauses, cheers and good vibes. He searched for the girl who hung him the flower, but he could not see her.

The column crossed the main street of Koltu, the one that joined the square with the Gate of the Path of the Dyke and went out the city. They crossed the Western Bridge and penetrated the dark forest that they would not abandon until reaching the camp in the Dyke. And, in that moment, Loztu felt the entire weight of the decision that he had taken. He felt a lump in his throat when he thought that he was leaving Koltu and, perhaps, he would not come back. He felt miserable thinking in the loneliness to what he condemned to his father. After the death of Lotzu's younger brother, his father's only family was him.

Although the path where they walked was well plotted by the thousands of feet and carriages that ran it so many times, it was sinuous and the forest was infested by vermin. Increasing the velocity of the march for avoid camping in the forest was imprudent and unnecessary. However, that implied the risk of being attacked during the night by those monsters. Loztu only witnessed one attack of those vermin in their several return trips, and it was a really nasty experience.
Chapter I: Farewell, Koltu
The first chapter of the story that I will set in the world of Govria/Hakol. Flagged as "mature content" because other chapter will contain eroticism, a lot of "strong language" and violence (no more violence that any work where people fight with punches or arms).

Something funny that happens to me with this story is that I am finding a lot of songs that could be used as "soundtrack" and the most are spanish. I never considered the music of my country as suitable for epic stories, but I found some.

When Loztu is performin the ceremony depicted in the first paragraphs, it could sound something like: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CF6rq… (Island of Hope and Tears by Nightnoise). I hardly understand the lyrics and I can not find the lyrics in the Internet. However, the small part that I understand is very appropiate.

When Loztu is marching with his unit, it would be appropiate the "March of the Second of May" by Hevia:
 www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKrcbQ… For foreign readers, the Second of May of 1808 was the rebellion of spanish people against french invasion. They say that asturian units marched with this military march.

It will be a strong contrast between this first chapter and the second one.

La versión en español está aquí: imageshr.deviantart.com/art/Ca…
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Loztu aguardaba inquieto el inicio de la ceremonia. Se había puesto el peto de cuero endurecido y la capa marrón media hora atrás. Y esperaba solo en el salón de su casa.

Cuando, al fin, apareció toda su familia vestida con sus mejores trajes, se angustió pensando en qué sucedería si se equivocaba en algo. Iba a ser el rito más importante que protagonizaba. Loztu se arrodilló mientras dos de sus primas le traían una vasija abierta llena de incienso y una vela encendida. Quemó el incienso con los gestos precisos que llevaba semanas practicando, y cuando empezó a pronunciar la plegaria, los presentes se arrodillaron y le acompañaron en susurros.

Pedir la bendición de Koet Wasgu y de los antepasados era sólo el primer paso. El olor a incienso perfumaba la estancia cuando su padre se incorporó, pidió un bulto envuelto en tela a su hermano y se dirigió a Loztu.

—Esta es el hacha que tu abuelo me entregó hace veintitrés años y que ahora te doy. Si la empuñas, que sea con razón. Si la sueltas, que sea tras la victoria o la muerte.

Loztu se alzó y no pudo evitar que le temblaran las rodillas. Aceptó el arma y la desenvolvió como el tesoro que era. Se trataba de un hacha preciosa, con el lema de su familia grabado en la hoja. Sujetando el regalo con ambas manos, se arrodilló y dijo:

—Así lo haré.

Cuando su padre le dio permiso, se incorporó y, con cuidado, colgó el hacha en la funda que pendía de su cinturón. Le miró a los ojos y le costó trabajo no emocionarse. Tras unos instantes de silencio, su padre prosiguió con el rito.

—Con este acto te conviertes en el representante de nuestra familia en el ejército de la República. Y como ya eres digno de llevar a la batalla el hacha que ha ido pasando de primogénito en primogénito, desde este momento eres libre de iniciar la misión que te has impuesto. Tienes mi permiso para abandonar Hakol y buscar el paradero de nuestros pueblos hermanos.

Sólo al final le tembló la voz. Lo que a Loztu más le apenaba de iniciar aquella misión era dejar solo a su padre. Al contrario de todas las veces que había partido hacia el Muro de Bukret, esta vez no iba a regresar tras un mes de servicio rutinario. Se internaría en Govria, reuniría el dinero suficiente para comprar un pasaje hacia el continente y encontraría las repúblicas gobernadas por gente de su propia raza. Ese había sido el sueño de muchos jóvenes de la República y era el de Loztu. La República era cada vez más débil, y su única esperanza era el auxilio de sus hermanos de otras partes del mundo. Soñaba volver al frente de un ejército que derrotara a los govrianos y le devolviera a la República el control de las Tres Islas. Su padre le sorprendió.

—Sé que a tu madre le hubiera encantado verte convertido en un hombre, y habría querido ayudarte. Por eso, añade esto a lo que llevas a Govria para venderlo.

Y le puso en las manos el colgante más bonito que había pertenecido a su madre. Emocionado, respondió:

—No puedo aceptarla. Es un recuerdo que tiene de ella.

—Me duele perderla, pero es lo que tu madre habría querido. Y no tendremos futuro si seguimos apegados al pasado. Llévala y véndela. Ojalá puedas pagar el pasaje con eso.

Para un hakol era imperdonable llorar en público y a Loztu le costó mucho contenerse. Iba a echar de menos las tardes de entrenamiento con hacha y en combate sin armas tanto como su padre, quien le había concedido un permiso que no deseaba darle.

Tras aceptar la joya, siguiendo el orden ensayado, sus familiares le despidieron. Los hombres con un abrazo, las mujeres con un beso en la mejilla. Concluida la ceremonia, Loztu recogió su equipo: ballesta, escudo y mochila, y salió de casa acompañado de su padre. Tuvo que reprimir el impulso de girar la cabeza y contemplar su hogar una última vez. Pretendía regresar, pero ignoraba cuando. Y, de pronto, oyó una voz conocida:

—¡Loztu!

Era Klastu, su mejor amigo. Su padre le dio permiso con un toque en el hombro, así que corrió hacia él y se abrazaron. Loztu le dijo:

—¿Qué haces aquí? ¿No estabas en Lwaart?

—Sí, pero no podía dejarte marchar sin despedirme. ¡Vamos a tomarnos una cerveza!

El viaje desde Lwaart suponía un trayecto de varios días y tomar un transbordador de Massur a Sekte. Loztu sólo necesitó mirar a su padre, quien se les había acercado, para que le diera permiso con un gesto. Loztu y Klastu recorrieron las calles estrechas de Koltu y llegaron a la taberna donde habían compartido muy buenos momentos. Pidieron dos jarras, brindaron, rieron mucho y hablaron más. A punto de terminar, Klastu dijo:

—Daría un brazo por acompañarte, tío. ¿Te imaginas? Tú y yo recorriendo el mundo.

—Yo daría otro brazo por tenerte a mi lado.

—Mejor que no. No íbamos a luchar muy bien con un brazo menos cada uno.

Loztu rio la ocurrencia y Klastu, tras hacer lo propio, se mostró melancólico.

—Pero no puede ser. Me caso dentro de tres meses y tendré que cuidar de mi mujer. Ojalá me dé muchos hijos, que cada día quedamos menos.

Loztu suspiró y apuró su cerveza. Klastu hizo lo propio y añadió:

—Ten mucho cuidado, tío. Los govrianos son monstruos. Por muy bien que nos entrenemos, son el doble de grandes que nosotros. Tienen los brazos y las piernas muy largos y combaten con espadas enormes. Acercarte lo suficiente para darles un hachazo es muy difícil.

A aquello se sumaba la falta de costumbre: en Hakol no había govrianos con los que practicar. Tranquilizó a su amigo con más bromas, aunque él mismo se sintiera inquieto. Al fin, se hizo la hora de ir al punto de reunión con la unidad de Loztu. Los dos amigos bromearon y recordaron anécdotas por el camino. Y cuando regresaron junto al padre de Loztu, quien había cargado con el equipo de su hijo, se despidieron. Fue una despedida amarga: por más que intentara ocultarla, la tristeza de su padre era evidente. Klastu y él se marcharon juntos y Loztu llegó a la plaza donde ya estaba reunida su unidad.

La espera duró casi media hora, pero no fue desagradable. Para la población de Koltu, la partida de un relevo de la guarnición del Muro de Bukret era una fiesta por dos motivos: los que se marchaban iban a desempeñar la labor más noble entre los hakol, y la salida anunciaba el regreso de amigos y familiares que llevaban un mes o más sirviendo en el Muro.

Quedaba muy poco para partir cuando llegaron hasta donde se hallaba Loztu un grupo de muchachas quienes, siguiendo la tradición, prendían una flor en el peto de cada soldado. Se le acercaron dos, sonriendo. La que cogió una flor de una cesta que sostenía la otra era muy guapa. Tenía una melena negra hasta los hombros y unos ojos oscuros preciosos. Y era tan tímida que cuando notó que Loztu la miraba mientras le prendía la flor, se ruborizó. Él desvió la vista para no incomodarla y la joven dijo:

—No me ha ofendido, es que...

Y en vez de terminar, le besó en la mejilla y le dio las gracias por ser tan amable. Y cuando Loztu giró la cabeza y comprobó que ella le miró sonriente antes de ponerle una flor a otro compañero, sintió aún más pena por abandonar Hakol.

Al fin, llegó un oficial y les ordenó formar en columna de a tres. Loztu quedó en el lado izquierdo. Tras unos minutos, sonó una de las marchas militares tradicionales de la República y partieron entre aplausos, vítores y buenos deseos. Buscó con la vista a la muchacha que le había puesto la flor, pero no consiguió verla.

La columna recorrió la calle principal de Koltu, la que unía la plaza con la Puerta del Camino del Muro y salió de la ciudad. Cruzaron el Puente del Oeste y se internaron en el bosque denso del que no saldrían hasta llegar al campamento del Muro. Y fue en ese momento cuando Loztu sintió el peso de la decisión que había tomado. Se le hizo un nudo en la gargantaal pensar que abandonaba Koltu y que, quizá, no volviera. Le dolía pensar en la soledad a la que condenaba a su padre, ya que tras la muerte de su hermano pequeño, sólo le quedaba él.

Aunque el sendero forestal que seguían estaba bien trazado por los miles de pies y carros que lo habían recorrido tantas veces, era sinuoso y el bosque estaba infestado de alimañas. Forzar la marcha para evitar acampar en el bosque era imprudente e innecesario. Sin embargo, significaba exponerse a un ataque nocturno de aquellos monstruos. Loztu sólo había padecido un ataque de aquellos seres en sus muchos viajes de ida y vuelta, y había sido una experiencia muy dura.
Capitulo I: Adios, Koltu
El primer capítulo de la historia que voy a ambientar en el mundo de Govria/Hakol. Marcada como "mature content" porque otros capítulos podrán tener erotismo, muchas "palabras malsonantes" y violencia (no más que cualquier obra que involucre que la gente luche a puñetazos o con armas).

Algo curioso que me sucede con esta historia es que estoy encontrando muchas canciones que valdrían como banda sonora, y la mayoría son españolas. Nunca he considerado apropiada la música de mi país para historias épicas, pero he encontrado unas cuantas.

Cuando Loztu está celebrando la ceremonia que se describe en los primeros párrafos, podría sonar de fondo algo como: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CF6rq… (Island of Hope and Tears de Nightnoise -Isla de esperanza y lágrimas-). Entiendo muy poco de la letra, y no la encuentro ni de broma, pero lo poco que entiendo le pega mucho.

Cuando Loztu marcha con su unidad, le pega mucho la Marcha del dos de mayo interpretada por Hevia: www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKrcbQ…

Habrá un contraste evidente entre este primer capítulo y el segundo.

The version in English is here: imageshr.deviantart.com/art/Ch…
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I will upload in one ore two weeks the first chapter of a story that will take place in a couple of imaginary countries. This journal entry will be aimed to organise the material that I have developed so far and to talk a little bit about the planning.

The map can be found here: Map of the islands of Govria or Hakol

An overall description of the Republic of Hakol (Eastern part of the biggest isle and the small isle in the South): Republic of Hakol

Description of the Kingdom of Govria (the remainder of the isles): Kingdom of Govria

The first comment is about the language. So far, I wrote all the information in English. I do not know if I will translate it into Spanish. However, I am writting the chapters in Spanish, because I need to practise literary writting in my own language. But I will not upload them until I have an English version completed. Anyway, I also wish to improve my English, so making these translations will be good for me and more people will be able to read the chapters.

This story is not planned. That is, I have created separate scenes, but I have only an overall idea about the plot.

The story will have two main characters: a hakol male and a govrian female. And this is my first problem. The stories that I upload here are "experimental". I never write about eroticism or sex, excepting in DeviantArt. This time, I would like to join to a "trend" in modern fantasy: depicting adventures, action, fights, as in classic fantasy, but adding romanticism and eroticism. I never did it. Chrystalle's diary (a story that I will finish and upload) is not the same: that is a completely erotic tale with very few action or adventuring. This new story will be the opposite. If you like manga (japanese comics) it will be something similar to a manga with Eechi moments. Erotic scenes will be usually comical and very light.

The problem is this: some chapters will be suitable for all audiences, but some chapters will be have to be marked as "mature content". For instance, first chapter is suitable for all audiences, because hakols are very formal and polite. Second one will include "strong language", because govrian are a little bit different. I think that I will mark the entire story as mature content. If a young reader sees a chapter suitable for him or her, gets interested and sees that the following chapter is only for mature audiencies, he or she would feel very dissapointed. But, what do you think?
I will upload in one ore two weeks the first chapter of a story that will take place in a couple of imaginary countries. This journal entry will be aimed to organise the material that I have developed so far and to talk a little bit about the planning.

The map can be found here: Map of the islands of Govria or Hakol

An overall description of the Republic of Hakol (Eastern part of the biggest isle and the small isle in the South): Republic of Hakol

Description of the Kingdom of Govria (the remainder of the isles): Kingdom of Govria

The first comment is about the language. So far, I wrote all the information in English. I do not know if I will translate it into Spanish. However, I am writting the chapters in Spanish, because I need to practise literary writting in my own language. But I will not upload them until I have an English version completed. Anyway, I also wish to improve my English, so making these translations will be good for me and more people will be able to read the chapters.

This story is not planned. That is, I have created separate scenes, but I have only an overall idea about the plot.

The story will have two main characters: a hakol male and a govrian female. And this is my first problem. The stories that I upload here are "experimental". I never write about eroticism or sex, excepting in DeviantArt. This time, I would like to join to a "trend" in modern fantasy: depicting adventures, action, fights, as in classic fantasy, but adding romanticism and eroticism. I never did it. Chrystalle's diary (a story that I will finish and upload) is not the same: that is a completely erotic tale with very few action or adventuring. This new story will be the opposite. If you like manga (japanese comics) it will be something similar to a manga with Eechi moments. Erotic scenes will be usually comical and very light.

The problem is this: some chapters will be suitable for all audiences, but some chapters will be have to be marked as "mature content". For instance, first chapter is suitable for all audiences, because hakols are very formal and polite. Second one will include "strong language", because govrian are a little bit different. I think that I will mark the entire story as mature content. If a young reader sees a chapter suitable for him or her, gets interested and sees that the following chapter is only for mature audiencies, he or she would feel very dissapointed. But, what do you think?

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I will start to fill my profile. First of all, I must say that English is not my native tongue, so I would like to apologise for the mistakes in my texts. If your mother tongue is English, your corrections will be welcome.

I will use this place to publish erotic tales. I am too shy for writting this kind of literature, so in this profile I will always remain annonymous.

A very important remark is that my writtings are intended to be respectful with the women (and with the men). I will never write about humiliations, rapes or other kind of topics that could be interpreted as a defense of treating women as if they were born only to be sexual objects. If you think that this is my goal then, probably, I will need to improve a lot my English.

I hope that you enjoy my writtings, when published.

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Lewdster Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you the :+devwatch:!
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Imageshr Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015
You are welcome. I liked your comic Miss-En-Scene
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Imageshr Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014
You are welcome :)
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xti100lagrimas Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2014
Así que te has dedicado a fotografiar flores en mi ausencia eh eh ehhh!! Hacía mucho que no me pasaba por aquí jaja Bonitas fotos :)
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Imageshr Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2014
Hola. Gracias por la visita y me alegro de que te gusten las fotos. También he estado escribiendo algunas cosas, aparte de fotografiar flores. A ver si subo algo por aquí, que hace tiempo que no lo hago.

Espero que sigas paseándote por DeviantArt de vez en cuando. Un saludo.
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xti100lagrimas Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2014
Pues ya estás tardando jajaja nah, si yo estoy igual, textos sin terminar y por supuesto sin subir, que desastre!
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Alyx-Hayashi Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2014
Thanks for the fave :)
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Thank you for the favorites. :)
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Thank you for the fav!
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