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Destiny 1 of 3

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  It had been hours ago Hila started to tidy the room she shared with her little sister and, meanwhile, was listening track after track of Attaque 77 (which, to her mind at least, it was good music).
  Night was falling on the neighborhood, when the 17-years-old girl glared for the umpteenth time the broom in the corner, hoping that it would set espontaneously on fire(which did not happen). Finally, she it took resigned and sighed in frustration; she hated sweeping. But something stopped her... To her great surprise, a strange breeze blew the yard door open, rustled the leaves of the book in which the girl wrote an interesting story and stopped, leaving it open in one she did not get close to read.
She turned and felt her heart sink... She looked cautiously at the smiling moon of fabric hanging over their computer and, dropping the broom, jumped on her just made bed. Hila was falling and when she landed it wasn´t what you call pleasant, as it was face first into a pile of wet grass, mud and leaves... a real mess.
- This is not real... it´s a dream. I fell asleep and now I'm dreaming. That´s why I jumped on my bed... That's all - she said immediately.
- What ... what`s all? - asked a rather toneless voice.
- Likeia?! -
- I can see you aren`t carrying your wand... What if I am not Likeia? -
- Then you wouldn´t make such question - the taller one concluded smugly.
- Good point. In that case, I allow myself to wonder what we are doing here -
- Do you think that has something to do with...? - Hila asked, her eyes quickly scanning the dusk - Is it... true? - she continued confused, adding:
- You didn´t take your wand either, friend -
- Well, no ... When I go to sleep I don´t plan to need it. Besides, I know what you're thinking, but... it didn´t ever happen...I mean, it could have never... - Likeia replied, not very convinced of what she said.
- But there must be a reason! Lik, my story, remember that part where... -
Hila was cut short when she saw the look in her friend´s: yes, she remembered.
With all the calm that only a dream can provide, she explained how she had arrived, and the last thing she had seen: the moon of fabric, and a...
- What sword? - wondered her dark-eyed companion.
- This one - a third voice said. It was a young boy, holding a strange forging weapon. One side of its blade was gold and the other silver.
Hila walked away from him to get a better look of his features in the dim light of the place they were in and asked what he was doing there. He did not answer, and someone else emerged next to him: a girl, who shook his hand and stared at him in awe.
- I think he´s not very friendly - Likeia observed in a low dark voice, glaring at the boy.
- If you don´t mind, I´ll take care of something before it's too late - he said, undeterred.
Hi there =) First, thanks for reading! I figured out I would upload this one in three pieces, just because the translation is hard work to do, and it always discourages people to see a looooooong page full of text, hahaaa!
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