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Eri's Pages Chapter 1

Ronte walked down the stairs a little earlier than usual. Barely a ray of the first sun shone through the horizon, the purple, orange, accompanied by the grey tint of the clouds made for a peaceful view. He grabbed a mug, boiled some water, and poured the strongest tea they had. The first sip was the most comforting, the hot water heated his body on its way down. Ronte felt happy, everything around him seemed like an omen of an excellent day. Until he saw the note on the counter, barely at the edge. As he crumpled the note up his mood soured, he hid it in his pocket and left for his workshop. He lit the fire with a spark snap of his fingers and he threw it inside without looking at it again. He contemplated the flames timidly biting the paper, then the voracious appetite when they swallowed it whole. There was little comfort in watching the cruel words consumed, yet it was enough to put the problem aside for the well-being of his family. After that, he cracked a smile and dedicated h...
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Eri's Pages Chapter 6

The council had been gathered by Lakin before Punali and Ronte had reached the village. By the time they entered the town hall, Zenit’s Church had already started their speech. Alexei stood in front of the expectant crowd, the leaders of each craft were seated in a circle with the elders listening from the stage at the back of the auditorium. Punali and Ronte entered cutting off the inspired man. ─… you all know that what I’m saying is true. Ether is the root of all evil and that family is at the center of it feeding the weeds that grow in our town.─ Lakin proclaimed. ─Your town?! Where were you when the drought hit the town? When Oscar lost his hand? When Jenty married Amilsa?─ Ronte spoke and a row of people parted to let him pass. ─Actually, where were you last year? Since when did we start hearings without the interested parties present? The crowd began to argue, some for Ronte’s family and others against. However, not a single person dared get in the way of the man walking to th...

La caída de la montaña en Xiotam Capítulo 17

 La pequeña ciudad rebosaba de gente de un lado a otro. La gente cruzaba cargando palos, telas, cajas y decoraciones en una misma dirección. El contagio de alegría era palpable. Un hombre amodorrado salió de casa para encontrarse con cinco personas deseándole un buen día, dos chicas le sonrieron y una anciana que le gritó para animarlo, este no había dado un paso cuando la flojera había abandonado su cuerpo para hacer lugar a la energía. El flujo de la gente constaba de más razas, colores y formas de las que Elari había visto en su vida. Incluso una curiosa viejecilla corría a toda velocidad con una cesta llena de plantas, cuando una cayó al suelo, esta se levantó, sacudió y corrió detrás de la anciana impulsada con sus raíces como pequeñas piernas. ─¡Apúrate Margarita que vamos a llegar tarde! ─ Le gritó la anciana. Antes no fue capaz de absorber todo lo que le rodeaba, incómoda, molesta y violentada, era difícil aceptar el aire de alegría. Pero ahora la chica maravillada por su...

Eri's Pages Chapter 5

The huge boulder inside Jakul’s room made it hard for the giant to move around. In the beginning, he had lived inside the house, but it quickly became obvious that a normal humanoid room would not be enough for him. They decided to build a room two-thirds as tall as the house, as big as a small house with rock floors to hold his weight. At first, Jakul was off-put by being left out, but with time he came to love the space, decorated with every little gift the family gave him. Now he felt guilty hiding something from them. On the way back from the tower, Jakul had stayed far from Ronte, even when the lief asked him, Jakul, gave the simplest excuse that he could " I'm tired. " Said the giant. Simple but effective. In spite of the big purple boulder resting on his bed, Jakul felt the weight of the enormous rock tied to his heart. He thought about telling Punali but then decided not to. For him, it looked just like a beautiful purple rock with funny little carvings of waves...

La caída de la montaña en Xiotam Capítulo 16

Elari recogió la escama tan rápido que se llevó un puñado de tierra al bolsillo. Rexa jalo a la chica detrás de su espalda para protegerla. La fila comenzó a avanzar pero ellas se mantuvieron viendo fijamente al anciano. Este portaba un extraño sombrero negro, nada como lo que se utilizaba en Xiotam: terminaba en un triangulo redondeado, el borde era plano y extendia un circulo a su alrededor, en el cintillo café portaba los dientes de algúna bestia que debia ser feroz por el tamaño y lo afilados que eran. Su rostro dejaba ver piel rojiza y pálida, sus facciones arrugadas por la edad daban un aire de sabiduría a su rostro. Los ojos cafés casi color miel eran resaltados por su gabardina negra de piel. El elfo era anciano, de unos sesenta y tres años, al menos eso aparentaba. ─Es buena idea ocultar eso por aquí, aunque si no avanzan llamarán más la atención─ El anciano movió las manos como empujando el aire hacia delante.            Un acento suave pero ...