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Sig-Balath, lives in the runes of the east, in the most recondite of the forests never explored. The grandmother Bahal has sent him to read the books that his ancestors inherited to study them, for SigBa that is very boring, he argued with her a few seconds before his grandmother threw one of the heavy scrolls. By the gods ... it hurt as if the intention was to open his head.
He grumbled as he picked up the books from the floor and left. It was understandable, the ancina only wanted her granddaughter to be useful for her people, she wanted to protect her from the dangers from outside, her father was captured by the humans to cut off the horns that contained precious stones and traffic with them. They were valuable, and of course, It was easier than plundering mines, hiring hunters cost less than taking miners to do jobs for months or even years to get less than a single horn contained. All sunpueblo has been violated for years, and each time they had hidden more and deeper in the caves and forests. SigBa thought about this all the time, how was it possible that the world was so horrifying and obscene to do something like that? Silly SigBa, it is not possible that you still argue about it. There is no way to be saved.
He arrived at one of the 10 runes of his inheritance. She began to leaf through, picked up the odd poster, and lay back, she was bored and tired. Sometimes her grandmother even hit her.
-because I can not explore? Every time she flirted with her whim in her subconscious, she tried to drown him by remembering all those stories of abuse. In seconds her head was filled with such negative thoughts that the experience blackened her. But when looking at du around the calm could seize it. How not? The landscape was beautiful, immaculate.
The butterflies fluttered in his nose and the mushrooms of the trees breathed aerosols, their colors perfectly drawn to a quenla pattern led to dream. Solar so deep that he forgot who he was, his tasks, the whole world ...
Maybe I could live forever there like everyone else. It was not difficult. Or maybe, I had not seen even the wonders of the world. Poor SigBa, he did not know that he slept on a landscape that the world would want to possess, he did not know he was in Eden, and that, if he was careless, he could lose everything.Popper Sig. A

Sig-Balath, vive en las runas del oriente,en lo mas recóndito de los bosques jamás explorados. La abuela Bahal le ha mandado a leer los libros que sus ancestros le heredaron para estudiarlos, para SigBa eso es muy aburrido, discutió con ella unos segundos antes de que su abuela le lanzara uno de los pesados pergaminos que adornaban un estante. Por los dioses...dolió como si la intension fuera abrirle la cabeza.
Refunfuñó mientras recojia los libros del suelo y se marchaba. Era comprensible, la ancina solo queria que su nieta fuera util para su pueblo, queria protegerla de los peligros de afuera, su padre fue capturado por los humanos para cortarle los cuernos que contenian piedras preciosas y traficar con ellos.Eran valiosos, y por supuesto, era mas facil que saquear minas, contratar cazadores costaba menos que llevar mineros a hacer trabajos por meses o incluso años para poder conseguir menos de lo que un solo cuerno contenía .todo su pueblo ha sido violentado por años, y cada vez se habian escondido mas y mas profundo de las cuevas y bosques. SigBa pensaba en esto todo el tiempo, ¿como era posible que el mundo fuera tan horripilante y obseno para hacer algo asi? Tonta SigBa, no es posible que todavía discutas por ello. No hay como salvarse.
Llegó a una de las 10 runas de su herencia. Comenzó a hojear, recolectó uno que otro afiche,y se recostó, estaba aburrida y cansada.a veces aun le dolia el golpe de su abuela.
-¿porque no puedo explorar? -cada que le revoloteaba su capricho en su subconciente ,ella trataba de ahogarlo recordando todas esas historias de maltrato.En segundos su cabeza se llenaba de pensamientos tan negativos que le ennegrecia la experiencia. Pero al mirar a du alrededor la calma podria apoderarse de ella. ¿como no? El paisaje era hermoso, inmaculado.
Las mariposas revoloteaban en su nariz y los hongos de los arboles respiraban aerosos,sus colores perfectamente dibujados hacian un patron que la llevaba a soñar. Soñar tan profundo que se olvidaba de quien era,de sus tareas,del mundo entero...
Tal vez podria vivir para siempre ahi como todos. No era dificil. O tal vez, no habia visto aun las maravillas del mundo. Pobre SigBa,no sabía que dormia sobre un paisaje que el mundo decearia poseer, no sabia que estaba en el Edén,y que por un descuido, podria perderlo todo.Póbre SigBa.