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Blessed Journey
September 6, 2020|Short Story

Blessed Journey

Blessed Journey

The knight managed to protect himself from the attack that surprised him as he entered the room. The clash of his sword against the creature’s claws nearly forced him to lose his grip, but Aslan was unwilling to lose. There was a strength inside him that kept him going, despite the fatigue, beyond the pain he felt. After all, his mission was not personal.

So he stood up, wielding his sword—Spark—ready to continue the battle. A few steps away was one of the Cerka, the most terrifying opponents he had ever encountered. The creature’s body had lost its traditional human characteristics, it looked more like an oversized bear. The hybrid between a human and a wolf struck again.

This time, unable to dodge the creature’s claws, Aslan felt his armor tear like butter cutted with a hot knife. What are its claws made of?

Aslan couldn’t continue to fight for long—with his heavy breathing—the wasted energy to get to this place. A large dining room separated him from the creature, plates and cutlery scattered across the floor. A great banquet interrupted. The high walls of the room had windows on both sides, colored light shining through the glass mosaics.

Suddenly, the door that remained closed on the other side of the room was kicked open. Aslan turned to look, and to his surprise saw another Cerka—with metal claws—enter the room. Another one?

There was no way out. Aslan was alone and had no idea what he might find by continuing to the next room. “Light, protect me,” he said and his bright aura lit up. Aslan took his great sword, Sparkle,both hands—closing his eyes to receive the blessing. Opening them, his eyes shone almost as bright as the blade of his weapon.

The creatures stopped to cover their eyes—the light made the entire room bright. But, when the intensity diminished, the creatures continued the attack.

Aslan took up a defensive posture, watching the creatures approach from different sides—calculating which will be the first to arrive. I got you. His sword left a line of light after the attack, with a precise movement he smashed it against his opponent. The creature tried to contract its skin to avoid getting cut, but it was impossible.

The other Cerka stopped when he saw his partner fall into two different places—twisting before going still. And turned to flee.

No you won’t, Aslan thought, picking up the book dangling from a chain at his side. Then he pointed his sword at the creature and a shaft of light slammed into it—sending it forcefully through one of the huge windows.

Aslan stopped to watch the great fall from the edge of the shattered window. Then he turned to the door the second creature exited through and continued his search.

“Aslan,” said Sharai—the sorceress in the long blue dress. “We have to save the princess.”

Aslan nodded, placing his greatsword on his shoulder. “Where are the others?”

“I have not seen them.”

They are fine, I can feel them. “Follow me,” Aslan said. “We have work to do.”

The two of them ran to the door of the next room.

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Sebastián Iturralde

Just another citizen of this beautiful planet, eternal lover of artistic creation and literature; with the certainty that the creative energy comes from the Pachamama.

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  • Penny Myers-Dubin
    September 6, 2020 at 7:04 pm

    Hi, Sebastian! This is the first time I noticed an English version, so the previous ones I have not read. Therefore, I felt like I was coming in at the middle, not knowing the characters or their circumstances which let to this battle. But it sounds like part of a movie I would have fun watching.
    Thanks for sending your work to me.
    Penny Dubin

    • September 6, 2020 at 7:48 pm

      I haven’t been posting in English, but I finally decided to translate all my short stories—and you don’t have to worry, most of them are standalone works of art. Feel free to visit anytime, and I hope you continue enjoying my creations.

  • September 9, 2020 at 3:05 pm

    Who is Aslan? Dropping into the middle of a story is quite confusing! good writing though, with ample symbolism–if that’s what it is!

    • September 9, 2020 at 3:36 pm

      To tell you the truth—I’m not sure who Aslan is, yet. However, I hope there will be more from him in the future.

  • MICHAEL ANDREW WILLIAMS
    September 13, 2020 at 11:19 am

    Thank you for sharing. There was nothing shabby to me. Be encouraged!

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