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North of the planet, above of the equator, where there are more than eighty percent of land of our planet water. Lion roars.
A very old lion, has not predicates dangerous in its figure of conscientious animal, much less obtains to arise itself of where if it finds. A small space of only one exit preserves to it. It lives in a very dark cave and dull. It camouflages itself of the Light, therefore he refused it makes much time.
The Sun that shines outside of its claws, illuminates its subjects. They still obtain to watch well, as much of day how much of night. However, the twilight for all is more pleasant. It is when they go to the hunting.
Through its dangerous order, the centenarian lion roars with all its force to the dusk. Of this errand, its pupils follow it going behind food. The majority of its victims is very easy to be captured, therefore as everything for these beings is imperfect and contradictory in its violent action, it is easy for many of them to take care of the order of its master. Some not flee. Some does not have fear. But the majority does not obtain to leave the proper mud that violent rain falls to the dusk. Some want to run away passing over the others, these obtain until surviving for some nights, but always they fall in some trap devised for each different crepuscular roar. To each day these orders, are passed of a different form. Of times they seem desperate and hungry cries , other nights are are so strong that echo all over the world his entourage.
In this Forest they exist The Thoroughbreds , they are very little in comparison the population, less of one percent. They do not need to escape, not desperately need to run, do not have fear, envy, had stolen or never killed, much less dreams of nobody. The Thoroughbreds does not need rest, only needs Water, Light and Fire. Water to feed itself, fire for feel warmth and light to lull to sleep the other brothers desperate for aid to the impetus of the younglings that faithful respect the order of the “Voice of the Cave”.
The Thoroughbreds day and night advises of that it forms to run away to the traps. They ask for to go down of Mounts candies words through whispers. These whispers are not audible, however they run for the World with as much speed and as much force that it does not have as not to believe them.
This happens every day: this war between two polar regions and the fight for the survival in the extensive Forest.
Note of the author: “Many can believe that the Devil really exists, and that it always will feed itself of the great egos, but it never will leave the cave, that each time is more distant, therefore has fear of the Light of God who Illuminates the Universe.”