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You can tell that this writing is not the best, you can tell that could this be writing in my mother tongue, and you can wish for this to be short. But, today I’m full of words and I’m full of wish to write what my heads wants before this is gone and lost.

This tale is about to start, but first, let me tell you that the main character is not so clear for me for are so many stories in the tale, I’m ask apology if you feel confused at some times.

Right now the tale is has begun, the tale begun in the night, the night of the most coldest night in the year, the coldest night felt for the people in the village. They were under the moon’s light and her stars, they were looking to the sea and hearing the waves arrives to the beach washing the sand. Whoever they can’t feel the cold, can’t smell the sea perfume or even taste the softness of the fresh air from the forest.

They can’t.

The people of the village were just standing looking at the sea, just waiting for something to end, they were watching and hoping.

The blue light shows them nothing beyond the sea darkness, shows nothing than few glittering in the waves. In middle of beach, one man approaches slowly, carrying something, like silk or wool, not a cloth or robe, or even a towel or blanket. Something more like a bag, with strings of silver shine. The man walk into the cold dark water slowly, silently, then he stops and looks forwards for an instant, after that lowered his head offering the bag.

In middle of the seawaters, not so far from the beach stood a man, a red-haired man looking to the darkness of the sea, his pale face barely shone under the moonlight like other mortals men, like the villagers, it was like he absorbs the moonlights.

The red-haired man took the bag of silver shine, he spread it in one single movement and put it gentle over the seawater, the other man just look in amazing how the cloth don’t get wet and floats steady nears the red-haired.

“are you well?” whisper the man to the red-haired. The winds blows gently for the two men, a song begins, soft and sad, beyond their senses, beyond their understanding. The red-haired man kneels in the water and let go a scream, one single scream full of pain and grieve, full of frustration and anger, one scream that stopped the heats of villagers, of the creatures in the nears, stopped the movements of the sea and the flows of the winds, stopped the time for a minute or more, one scream bringer of death and darkness.

But no one, no bird, fish or animal died for hearing the scream, no flower or tree stops of growing. No one suffer in that instant. Just the light that runs in that moment and returns just after the screams ends.

The man and every single soul of the village put their left hand in their heart, feeling it pounding quickly, breathing heavily the rest of their life, but they don’t run or escape, they remain in silent just watching and hoping.

The man near the red-haired took him into his arm, embrace him and trying to pulling him out the cold water. He hears the red-haired sobbing, sobbing as if everything was ended in that very moment and nothing has hope.

When they begun to walk outside the cold water, other villagers runs for assist them. One woman puts a blanket over the shaking body of the red-haired.

“we’ll brings you at our homes” said kindly the woman rubbing the cold white hand of the red-haired man. She and the other want to comfort him, want to make the next times more easy, more warm and safety.

As soon as the green eyes look at her, the villagers knew that their wish won’t be fulfilled, the red-haired man stand up and look to them, from his eyes flows tears, red beautiful tears, tears of blood, tears that the red-haired man took with his white fingers and give to her in the shape of gem stone, like the ruby, soft clear and so crimson, warm and shining.

Gem stones of red tears.

“my lord” whispered another woman, “we want to protect you” said a man, other speak aloud as well in agreement with that words.

The red-haired man refuse silently, his weeping eyes talk more than any word in that moment, and the villagers nodded. They knew that his lord, his red haired lord has his heart full broken and full in grieve, there wasn’t nothing they can do for him now.

The red-haired man once more time clears his eyes of the red tears and give it to another woman, he draws a little smile in his lips, put his hand in one head, of a man of robes, one of the eldest.

“thank you all” whispered the red-haired and began to walk towards the forest.

The villagers stood saliency looking at him walking into the forest, without blanket or food, or anything for the journey that has begun. They pray to their sea gods and forest gods for looking after him knowing that that can’t be possible. They embrace between them until the sunrise and the sun shone so up in the sky, until the sunset and next moonlight. They return to their houses hopeless and sadness, but they keep praying until the very end of their life, and theirs sons life and the sons of their sons, becoming that last moment with their red-haired lord into a legend.

Into a Myth putted down in the book.

...TBC...