Fiction: Garlac, the little dragon (Garlac, el pequeño dragón) [EN/ES]
Garlac, the little dragon
"Run, run, my little one, save yourself!" The mother stayed behind as Garlac fled from the pursuing men.
The little dragon ran through the network of caves, all the while looking sideways at his mother who remained behind, expelling fire against the men. Tears fell from his eyes as he left the mother he loved so much, but he had no choice but to flee. His mother did everything to save him.
After a moment all was silent, only Garlac's footsteps could be heard in the echoing echo of the dark cave. The little dragon continued to go deeper into the cave, he reached where he had never gone before, and fear began to take hold of him.
There was no way out but to continue into the unknown and let himself be driven by his survival instincts. He was a dragon, son of the great Askulet, he could do it, he just needed to be more confident and put aside the fear that flooded every cell of his being.
His legs faltered, he felt the need to lie down on the cold and wet rocky floor of the cave. He closed his eyes for a moment and saw his beautiful, majestic mother guiding him so he could fly.
"Come, Garlac, you must spread your wings like this and let the wind caress your wings and let the breeze do the work." Askulet was showing her little one how to fly.
Garlac would run into the ravine and spread his wings toward the horizon, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze on his scaly skin. He would hurl himself into the void and begin to fall at full speed, there was nothing that could stop him. Garlac flapped his wings in despair, he could not manage to rise, he was falling frantically as he watched the sharp rocks approaching with the promise of destroying him into little pieces as soon as he came in contact with them.
"Mother, mother, mother, please help me, I can't fly!" Garlac's breathing became more profuse, and a chill ran up and down his spine.
The little dragon closed his eyes and surrendered to his fate. Just as he was about to collide with the sharp stones he felt a strong tug pulling him up. Garlac opened his eyes, and a relieved smile was plastered on his big green snout.
"Are you all right?" asked Askulet as he carried him back up towards higher ground.
"I am now, Mommy, thank you for your help, it looks like I'll never be able to fly like you." His eyes became watery.
"Don't worry, my little dragon, you soon will, just don't lose patience and perseverance." Askulet approached the little dragon and a loving embrace broke out between mother and son.
Back to reality, Garlac heard voices in the background, opened his eyes, and watched some fire torches rapidly approaching. The little dragon stood up and continued running towards the back of the cave.
Echoes echoed through the cave and the voices of the men sounded very frightening. Garlac remembered his mother's words and continued to run deeper into the unknown, as he ran he remembered his beautiful mother and all the times they spent together, but now it seemed to be a memory in time.
Tears were falling like waterfalls of saline water and he did not understand why all this happened. Now he was escaping for his life and survival, he would go all the way, whatever it took. The humidity of the cave condensed into small drops that fell to the hard rocky floor, that was the sound that accompanied him during the dance of survival.
He reached the end of the cave and looked at a gigantic void, in the background he could see the beautiful daylight reflecting the huge cliff. It seemed that this would be the end of him and it was only a matter of time before the men arrived, he had two choices, die at their hands or jump into the unknown.
The voices of the men were getting louder and louder, time was pressing and the Garlac's courage was lost in terrifying thoughts. He could not fly and jumping would be suicide in that dubiousness of ideas and thoughts about uncertain futures, the time passed fleetingly.
The men came to where Garlac was, moving the torches to intimidate the little dragon. The sharp metal of the sword shone in the dragon's retina, he felt it was the end of him and just huddled waiting for the inevitable.
The leader of the knights was saying, "all right, boys, we have the little guy, now let's capture him, nice and slow."
"We must kill him and finish the job the king entrusted us with, we must not let him grow up and become a threat to our kingdom." The euphoric man drew his sword and showed a sinister laugh.
"Wait, you imbecile, this dragon will give us plenty of gold. Wizards pay well for a helpless little one." The leader of the knights was stopping the man who killed for pleasure.
"Don't tell me what to do, I've already delighted in killing the mother, this will be my farewell dish." The man pushed the leader aside and rushed at Garlac.
The euphoric man swung his sword and ran towards the little dragon. Garlac stood up and suddenly a fire boiled inside him, he caught the man with his claws and then released a great ball of fire towards the other knights, who ran away, then he threw himself to the bottom of the abyss together with his mother's murderer.
The man screamed as he fell to the bottom. Garlac remembered his mother on the falling path and closed his eyes hoping to meet his beloved mother. At that instant, he could feel Askulet's spirit telling him, "Come on, my little Garlac, spread your wings and let yourself be carried away by the breeze, I know you can do it."
The dragon spread his wings, and the breeze coming from the big hole at the bottom of the cliff made him glide, diminishing the force of gravity. When it reached the bottom, it flew out of the hole and into the blue sky, flapping its wings vigorously. And flying beside him he could see Askulet's spirit fading away little by little.
Tears were falling from the young dragon and turning into dewdrops falling to the earth where he had been born and from where he would now depart to a new home, one where he could live in peace.
The end
Garlac, el pequeño dragón
«Corre, corre, pequeño mío, ¡sálvate!». La madre se quedaba atrás mientras Garlac huía de los hombres que los perseguían.
El pequeño dragón corría por el entramado de cuevas, en tanto miraba de reojo a su madre que quedaba atrás, expeliendo fuego en contra de los hombres. Unas lágrimas caían por sus ojos al dejar a su madre que tanto amaba, pero no tenía otra alternativa que huir, su madre hizo todo para que se salvara.
Después de un momento todo quedó en silencio, solo se escuchaban los pasos de Garlac en el eco retumbante de la cueva oscura. El pequeño dragón seguía internándose en la cueva, llegó hasta donde nunca había ido, y el temor empezó a apoderarse de él
No había más salida que seguir hacia lo desconocido y dejarse llevar por sus instintos de supervivencia. Era un dragón, hijo de la gran Askulet, podía hacerlo solo necesitaba tener más confianza y dejar a un lado el temor que inundaba cada célula de su ser.
Sus patas flaqueaban, sintió la necesidad de recostarse sobre el frío y húmedo piso rocoso de la cueva. Cerró los ojos por un momento y vio a su hermosa y majestuosa madre guiándolo para poder volar.
«Ven, Garlac, debes extender tus alas así y dejar que el viento acaricie tus alas, que la brisa haga el trabajo». Askulet mostraba a su pequeño como volar.
Garlac corría hacia el barranco y extendía sus alas hacia el horizonte, sintiendo la suave caricia de la brisa en su piel escamosa. Se arrojaba al vacío y empezaba a caer a toda velocidad, no había nada que pudiera detenerlo. Garlac batía sus alas desesperado, no podía conseguir elevarse, caía frenéticamente al mismo tiempo que miraba como las rocas filosas se acercaban con la promesa de destruirlo en trocitos en cuanto entrara en contacto con ellas.
«¡Madre, madre, ayúdame por favor, no consigo volar!» La respiración de Garlac se hacía más profusa y un frío recorrió toda su espina dorsal.
El pequeño dragón cerró los ojos y se entregaba a su destino. En el momento que iba a chocar con las piedras filosas sintió un jalón fuerte que lo llevaba arriba. Garlac abrió los ojos y una sonrisa de alivio se dibujaba en su gran hocico verde.
«¿Estás bien?» le preguntaba Askulet mientras lo llevaba de nuevo hacia tierras altas.
«Ahora sí, mami, gracias por tu ayuda, tal parece que nunca voy a poder volar como tú». Sus ojos se volvieron acuosos.
«No te preocupes, mi dragoncito, pronto lo harás, solo que no debes perder la paciencia y la perseverancia». Askulet se acercaba al pequeño dragón y un abrazo de amor brotó entre madre e hijo.
De vuelta a la realidad, Garlac escuchó voces al fondo, abrió los ojos y miraba unas antorchas de fuego que se acercaban rápidamente. El pequeño dragón se puso de pie y siguió corriendo hacia el fondo de la cueva.
Los ecos recorrían la cueva y las voces de los hombres se escuchaban muy atemorizantes. Garlac recordaba las palabras de su madre y seguía internándose hacia lo profundo y desconocido, mientras corría recordaba a su bella madre y todos los momentos que pasaron juntos, pero ahora al parecer es un recuerdo en el tiempo.
Las lágrimas caían como cascadas de agua salina y no entendía el porqué paso todo esto. Ahora escapaba por su vida y su supervivencia, llegaría hasta el final, cueste lo que cueste. La humedad de la cueva se condensaba en pequeñas gotas que caían al duro suelo de rocoso, ese era el sonido que lo acompañaba durante la danza de supervivencia.
Llegó hasta el fin de la cueva y miró un vacío gigantesco, al fondo se divisaba la bella luz del día que reflejaba el enorme precipicio. Al parecer ese sería su fin y era cuestión de tiempo para que llegaran los hombres, tenía dos opciones, morir en manos de ellos o saltar a lo desconocido.
Las voces de los hombres se oían cada vez más fuertes, el tiempo apremiaba y el valor del Garlac se perdía entre pensamientos aterradores. No podía volar y saltar sería un suicidio en esa dubitación de ideas y pensamientos sobre futuros inciertos, el tiempo pasó fugaz.
Los hombres llegaron hasta donde estaba Garlac, movían las antorchas para intimidar al pequeño dragón. El metal filoso de la espada brillaba en la retina del dragón, sintió que era su fin y solo se acurrucó esperando lo inevitable.
El líder de los caballeros decía, «muy bien, muchachos, tenemos al pequeño, ahora vamos a capturarlo, despacio y con calma».
«Debemos matarlo y terminar con el trabajo que nos encomendó el rey, no debemos dejar que crezca y se convierta en una amenaza para nuestro reino». El hombre eufórico sacaba su espada y mostraba una risa siniestra.
«Espera, imbécil, este dragón nos dará mucho oro. Los magos pagan bien por un pequeño indefenso». El líder de los caballeros detenía al hombre que mataba por placer.
«No me digas que hacer, ya me deleite matando a la madre, este será mi platillo de despedida». El hombre hacia a un lado al líder y se abalanzaba sobre Garlac.
El eufórico hombre blandía su espada y corría hacia el pequeño dragón. Garlac se levantaba y de pronto un fuego hirvió dentro de él, atrapó al hombre con sus garras y después soltó una gran bola de fuego hacia los demás caballeros, quienes salieron corriendo, luego se tiró hacia el fondo del abismo junto con el asesino de su madre.
El hombre gritaba mientras caía hacia el fondo. Garlac recordaba a su madre en el trayecto de caída y cerró los ojos esperando encontrarse con su querida mamá, en ese instante, pudo sentir el espíritu de Askulet que le decía, «Vamos, mi pequeño Garlac, abre tus alas y déjate llevar por la brisa, sé que puedes hacerlo».
El dragón extendía sus alas y la brisa proveniente del gran hueco en el fondo del precipicio lo hizo planear disminuyendo la fuerza de gravedad. Al llegar al fondo salió por el hueco y voló hacia el firmamento azul batiendo con fuerza sus alas. Y volando a su lado pudo ver el espíritu de Askulet que se desvanecía poco a poco.
Las lágrimas caían del joven dragón y convirtiéndose en gotas de rocío que caían a la tierra donde había nacido y de donde ahora partiría a un nuevo hogar, uno donde pudiera vivir en paz.
Fin
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Edited by Rincón Poético.
Text authored by:
Camilo Torres
DRA
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Oh, that is a huge loss for the little dragon. He lost his mother to such brutality. But, at the end, he survived. He was able to flap his wings and fly to safety, and that it nice.
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Mothers are superheroes, the way great Askulet gave up her own safety just to make sure little Gralac was safe.
It was Askulet encouraging words that made Garlac to be able to fly his wings especially with the situation he found himself.
"You can do it" alone is a driving force to achieve anything and little Garlac did not let his mother down.
Thank you for your kind comment. Some very beautiful words for the story, I am very happy that it inspired you to write such a beautiful comment.
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A beautiful story full of fantasy and the values of love.
The protagonist of this story wins the reader's heart with his tenderness and his state of helplessness in the face of these heartless humans.
Garlac will be a legendary dragon!
Thank you for your beautiful comment. I'm glad you liked the story and your words are an incentive to continue sharing.
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