The king called for one of his children.

 

“It is time for your tour, my son. Your brothers and sisters need you at the battlefront, and you are now sufficiently trained.”

“I have seen the bloody battles, father. I have seen many of my sibling fall. Do you really think I am ready?”

“You are courageous, my child. You are up to it. Your brothers and sisters need you. And remember you can call me at any time… I will expect a daily report.”

“But what if I cannot remember you? What if I forget my mission?”

“You must be strong. I will always be there for you. I will send you messengers and signals, so you will remember who you are. Be not afraid; be of good courage. If you fight dutifully, you will triumph.”

“It’s almost time… Will I see you again?”

“If you want to, yes. I look forward to your return.”

“Good-bye, father. I will return as soon the mission is over.”

 

Large doors closed behind the prince. Wearing his armor, with his sword fastened to his side, he walked resolutely toward the boarding area.

 

Somewhere in the world, a helpless child was born. He cried, breaking the silence, and even though his parents failed to understand it, that was his battle cry.

 

Ana Enriques

translation: Gabriel González

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