The luminous sky perceived by his sorry eyes made him think of how miserable he felt at the time, for his disgusting body provoked the recklessness and pity of anyone who bolded his dark gaze in him. He raised a sigh to heaven in the short-lived hope of finding a way out of his dire reality. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a rigid and petulant voice.

-Get out, ¡you stranger! You could infect us with that disease. -man with dark hair and brown skin warned- don't even think about coming back here, otherwise; ¡We'll kill you!

That man dressed in worn clothes, said goodbye to the marks of sadness on his thin face. Those words perpetred him, making him pale, letting in the way of how sick he was. He couldn't wait any less, everyone seemed to hate him. He held his breath for an instant to suppress his wounded feelings, he did not utter a word. Some approached, wary of him. carrying old fruits and blankets to survive and leave as soon as possible...

-That'll make you survive. -The warlord bluffed, throwing things to the ground. Dimitri hurried to pick them up, heard whispers of contempt when he rose.

He was annoyed with himself, unleashed his fury against his own existence; as if that was momentarily freed from a curse that was kept to himself when he left the small village. He went into the dense forest that was wrapped in a vividness that he envied, profiling far and endless as he walked through its greenish soils. As he looked down and studied his hands, he felt like dying. The sores looked grotesque, and the nauseating smell was ending his fortitude, tiredness caused tremors in his thin legs making every step overwhelming for his infected leg; the holes in his right thigh released a white liquid that made him nauseous as the itching increased. Without anyone's help, he felt cornered, for the hostility of the Clarians was harsh and cruel.

I didn't have anything or anyone. "He was a monster," he nuanced bitterly in his thinking, "he was doomed to die. He would be another one of the hundreds and hundreds who would perish because of the epidemic of the cursed, as the leaders of the forgotten clans had named him. Dimitri, determined to consummate his existence, walked among the steep trees leaving his footprints marked on the damp ground; faltering in the face of the imposing forest finally reached its destination. The wind avid as an unstoppable titan bellowed between heaven and earth. Despite the beauty perceived by his eyes, he gave up surviving one more day. Hope was increasingly moving away from his hands, like a dream dancing towards one's own death as well as his desires to live.

That cliff waited for him, incessant and penetrating as, the very caress of life that distilled mocking and brazen for refusing to grant him only a certain and clemency-free death; all because it doesn't belong to a continuous lineage. With that, I knew very well that yes. I would die. Being a Clarian with little chance, it was a blessing to caress the filament of death. He closed his eyes breathing for the last time the warm air that whispered echoes among the immense mountains imposing as a beast. He took a step that ensured a promising fall to nothing... However, some hands held him by his shoulders.

-Death is often the wrong choice, boy. You may be about to succumb, but; true strength lies in one who never renounces himself. -He secured a male voice behind him-. I can cure you, but in return: you must repay this act with an oath.

Dimitri was desperate to find a way out, at last the gods had heard his pleas, that voice illuminated a hope he had ceased to have. The change perpetrated in his soul had been stirred like birds taking to the sky towards a new horizon. Those words made him wish for a miracle that minutes ago he claimed lost. I'd believe in that unknown man. Dimitri would never think of taking his life, even if he had little, enough to be happy; but the disease had led him to make such a radical decision.

He took a step back without turning his gaze to the being who spoke to him.

-If you promise to cure me. -I'll do anything! Dimitri replied in a hopeful voice, even though it was a lie, he would believe what might give him a chance to live.

-From now on; you'll have to take care of someone. Before you take the next step, you'll first find a suitable family where it can be established.

Dimitri was indused to hear that order. He thought he'd be a slave. I was wrong. He didn't even guess the responsibility that oath would carry.

The man threw a gentle blow that was wrapping Dimitri's body with flashes and colorful colors full of life that were gently implanted into his skin. Suddenly; something mysterious began to travel through his whole body, as if buzzing a torrent of fire, of unknown and fervent energy of life. He healed completely. Then; saw the man standing in front of him, could not see his face. A blue robe covered his entire body except for the long, withe hair that was left to be known and, without further a thing, disappeared in a blink.

Dimitri had made a promise. He would fulfill his redeemer's plan no matter what. I had to make sure that family left him, and under the circumstances; would be meticulous to ensure their safety. He toured for a time all the Kingdoms of Clarus, observed each one selecting a possible family. The kingdoms were being built inordinately each time he returned to examine his election again; before making a final decision. Sometimes he would deliberate, why would he do something like that? Who was that? Questions that got lost in the air...

A whole year passed without knowing anything about that mysterious man, he was already finishing his quest, he left the kingdoms to settle in the distance and finally dedicate himself to enjoying the warmth of the sun, the goodness of the air and the serenity of the soto that he had found among so many mountains.

That morning I was sitting by a river away from everything. Suddenly, a male figure appeared next to him. Dimitri observed his impassive countenance like the sea, wearing strange clothes just like his striking albuginous hair that fell along his back, slightly pale his face.

Upon finishing his study, he recognized him right away. It was that man; elucidated a peculiar joviality. His eyes, blue as the sky itself, seemed able to see the whole universe. Many of the clans had young promises, warriors with peculiar gifts, they were different beings, yes. But he, in particular, did not resemble any of the chosen ones. He ate a warm aura like the spring of the wind in the flowers of the fields, flashing an occasional peace that gave rise to his being, when the sun melted them into their heat. Dimitri saw his skin become iridescent at times, tucked in by an unknown and revitalizing power making it more intriguing.

-Dimitri, it's been a while without seeing you, I see you've improved markedly. You're unrecognizable.

-¡Thank you! I can't complain, I feel great. -He expressed with a rewarding tone.

-¡Come with me! -His gaze kept the horizon away, as the wind danced in his snow-white hair.

Dimitri nodded. He got up to follow him.

That man raised his hand, making an oval hole appear, as dark as night. He walked until he disappeared into it, Dimitri went behind. When flipping; the oscillating lobreguez dominated its surroundings, suddenly felt being in a rocky and damp gap, several drops of water were heard falling to the ground, after thinking of crashing into some rock, a light appeared illuminating the place, that floating ball of light advanced as the steps of them.

They kept walking until they reached a carved stone opening with an image of a tree covered by dried leaves then gradually entered, the gap disappeared without a trace, and then; Dimitri observed huge remains everywhere.

-¿What is this? -Dimitri inquired in a stunned tone, never in his five hundred years of life had he seen anything like this.

-We're in the dragon cemetery.

Dimitri was studying the remains of the dragons, who once ruled Clarus, when he looked up, saw that he mystery man had gone away and then approached again where he was, saw him hold something.

-Here you go! It's a very old weapon -He said, raising his hands lightly to Dimitri while holding the alabarda-. It was forged with the fangs of ancient dragons and with Clarus' toughest metal, it's powerful. If it wasn't you, I'd never give it to someone who didn't deserve it.

-¡Thank you! -Dimitri replied surprisedly and without being able to utter any new words to replace his thanks.

It was the first time he had been given something that was really on his own merits and not by pity as they had done so long ago in order to get rid of him. The vibrant thrill of being recognized by someone who looked like one of the ancient gods was enough for him to be happy at the time.

-I'll give you something else -he placed his hand on his forehead, his body shook for a hundred seconds-, now, you can understand the language of dragons. There will come a time when you will need to use it, gold because it is not. I have endowed in you the ease of controlling the natural elements of the original Clans. Learn as much as you can from now on. I know I'm providing you with things so fast, but I don't have time.

Dimitri for a moment was invaded by fear. Giving him all that involved something bigger, he didn't know what he was going to face. But for the first time, he had forged a family bond. A wave of happiness swept through every corner of his body unraging millions of new and unique emotions that showed him the benevolence of life.

-This is inopportune, but at least I want to know who you are. ¿May I know your name?

-Dimitri! You don't have to know my name; my own origin must be buried in this place.

I wanted to know why so much mystery, but if I didn't give him some answer, I'd understand.

-There's something else you need to know -the man said with an imposing seriousness, capable of overwhelming anyone who laughs at him with his mettle," if someone kills the Crown bearer in the kingdom of dragons, he automatically becomes king, having absolute power over clans and dragons. It's an unimaginable power.

-Does that mean you were that carrier? and your descendant...

-Yes! It's like you said. Thousands of years ago my lineage ruled through succession and if any of the descendants disagreed in the succession, a royal decree was issued establishing confrontation between future heirs, the title was given to the survivor. Sometimes it took days. The only rule was for one of them to die to qualify for the Crown. Blood envelops as a curse to the one who holds power since time imemorable.

-It's too dangerous, how to govern... dragons if they no longer exist? -He was stunned by his words.

¡Dimitri barely managed to process the information! A new war for the crown, I could not even think about it, no one knew it and it was an advantage, since the bearer of the crown would not know of the existence of his guardian, would keep his distance making sure to keep him safe and sound, he deserved an opportunity just like him.

-Reason enough that your identity will never be discovered. Do you have the family?

-I've got it all ready. -he replied, pleased with his search.

-I firmly believe in the choice you made.

-During the night, go to that family's home, release this little light, it is your soul. -A tear swept through the cheek of the stranger who kept the mystery of his own existence-. I wouldn't want this, but it's the best I can do. A single chance to have your own life, your own dreams. That's all I can give my descendant.

From the man's hands floated a small light, Dimitri raised his right hand to receive it, formed a golden mark in the palm of his hand, then disappeared. As if it had all been a dream, he reacted by realizing that he was again on the river bank.