Centuries ago, when knights and dragons existed, there lived a gift of credible name; a gentleman of old, rusty armor, and with slits in his sword, but that did not prevent him from sitting on a stone on the side of the road. The scrapes and cracks in its steel, hidden scars and indistinguishable from wrinkles date from struggles for ideals and person, using strength and courage that were enough then, but no more.
"Good morning, Mr. Plausible," exclaimed a farmer transiting, "What's up with you?"
The farmer did not know what he meant, and when he looked up he looked up at the daytime sky, a cloud covering the sun: “The reason for my day has been forgotten, my inspiration to protect those who need it. And now that I am unable to raise a sword, I feel that everything I have done on the video was in vain. What is the value of past feats, without recognizing why I decided to be a gentleman? ”
“If what you are looking for is such, my good friend,” said that farmer, “I suggest then one last adventure: inquire into the depths of those mountains to the north. Old rumors say in its most remote corners, there is a cave. Inside, great gentleman, it is said that everything that one has lost is collected by a black tap, where they remain at their discretion. It can be anything, as I understand it. I should try that place. ”
Plausible stands up, bag behind him, “thank you, good man. At least it's something I can try. ”
Thus, the knight began his trek to the mountains in search of such being and place. He passed paths, bridges, and some lakes; He passed near a canyon and entered a forest of pine trees so high they seemed to scratch the sky.
Then a river continued upstream, runs into a crying child: "Achis, don't tell me that this river was your tears."
"I'm lost," he replies, "I've been trying to go home for three days."
"Don't worry, I help you."
Both went through the forest, from its shores along a lake and its river, the search was long, and the boy lost hope.
When Plausible climbed a rock to see better, he spotted a cabin, far from where the main forest path was. The boy ran at his address, and was received by his parents. When the gentleman approached, they thanked him for his good deed with something he valued: a bracelet-shaped device with suspicious grooves.
“We are indebted to you, sir,” said the father, “we don't have much value, but please, receive this piece that I found a short time ago. It was a source of strength for us in the days that our son did not appear, I hope he gives you strength as well. ”
Plausible thanked them, and left.
A day and a half later he reached the center of the forest, finding in him a dead tree without leaves, which seemed to house someone. A spectral and skeletal figure, chains around attached to a padlock without a key slot.
He asked his situation: Such a figure lay in this place for decades, kept in this deadly plane until the riddle in the lock is deciphered. The figure is blind, unable to read it.
Plausibly leaves his things and inspects the device, mold accumulated on its surface, but still readable:Who loves a man more than life, and fears more than death; that the poor have, the rich get, and the happy wants; that punters save, miserable people spend, and they take it to the grave? "
He stayed there, thinking for an afternoon. The realization comes shortly after: “Nothing, ”He certainly stated,“ the answer is: Nothing. ”And the chains turned dust to the wind.
“Holy be your soul!” The spectrum exclaimed, “I must pray for the good end of your search! Until then, please, ”he then presented an artifact, very similar to what he had received before the previous family,“ accept this from me. I am not sure what it is, or why it appeared before me, but in my darkest moment it gave me strength to stay in this world, and I hope it will give you strength as well. ”
The knight took the device and went on his way. After time, he reached the edge to meet at the foot of the mountain. The climbing was arduous, full of strong winds and temperatures that would freeze a forest fire. Once he reached a stone path, he entered its slopes. It was then that he ran into a black tap, sleeping on a rock at the entrance of a cave.
“Grifo, I have been traveling to your home for some time because of what I have lost, and I have been informed that I may find it here. Unfortunately, I don't know what it is, but I know it's important. Do you know what it is, and where do you have it? ”
"Whatever it is, I can't say," the winged beast barely opened one eye before him, "but I have to tell you, judging for what it is, it lies far beyond. At the center of the last wall, going down the last staircase, follow the path and you will not get lost. I apologize for not showing you myself, my previous round ran out. ”
Plausibly he left his bag outside and entered, holding a torch in the dark. As he walked, he watched the walls, perfectly organized along its length. He still didn't feel that any of those were what he was looking for. Finally, going down the last staircase he approached the last wall, only to find in it a huge empty, clean space. Dismayed, he took the road back. “This worries me,” he told the tap, still sleeping on his rock, “once I was where you told me, I found only an empty space.
"Oh yes, excuse me, I forgot," he replied mockingly, without even moving, "sorry not to say it before. I gave it to someone else. ”
Plausible I could only hear: “When flying over the forest, I realized certain things that seemed to me… depressing. So I took the liberty of relieving things with what you had lost, you probably ran into them on the way here: A boy looking for his house, and a specter in a tree. ”
He recalled with that the person who provided help along the path, and the artifacts given in gratitude. Seeing us again note their grooves fit together. By putting them together, they became one, showing before him the knowledge of what he had sought.
“See?” The shout asked at his reaction, “You have given it to everyone who needed it, but you gave so much of yourself in life that, eventually, you stayed with nothing, including such wisdom. The most prudent way then, was to find her by receiving her back, through the gratitude of others. So, technically, you didn't have to go up here. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm still trying to sleep. ”
The beast closed its eyes, and did not respond again, leaving Verosimil with its inner peace and its answers found. He undertook his way back to the rest of his life.
A few months later, the gentleman Don Verosimil died, giving as his last wish to write on his tombstone what he once lost and recovered, so that everyone could see what he fought for all his life, in adversity, and in his Low spirit moment that allowed him to believe that he could do something to bring them a better tomorrow. And that was: Hope.