―¡Come on old man!

shouted the flyer as he lifted both calves off the grass.

―What the hell...is that guy really flying?

The poor misguided man, who planned this fight, was trembling as he tried to blink himself awake.

–What's up...I don't see you flying, man.

–Eh...****...no way...Martha!!!

–Yes sir?

―Prepare that thing you call...donkey launcher it was...prepare it now, later I'll find out how the hell that guy is flying, but I won't look bad....

–Yes, sir!

The sweet girl, who was this guy's niece and apprentice witch, tensed a wooden catapult that didn't look very secure... or even resistant, the truth was that Martha didn't care about what happened with her uncle. He been shouting all over Rome his intention to beat Paul's bully in magic, and it is well known that magic is rare among people; but Paul had been boasting and her uncle was of the same kind, but without the powers...a lesson of humility should be good for him...

–Ready and willing!

–Perfect...hey man, don't beg when I catch you up there.

―Stop talking old man...I'll wait for you here!" said the prophet as he posed and circled in the air...

―Hey sir are you sure? mean, that don't those look like ropes

―Marthaaa, you'll find with age that magic is about effort and fools, and I won't let that guy get away with it! Im not a Fool

―Bahh ... whatever ... don't say I didn't warn you.

–Marthaaaaa prepare the ropes !!

The guy squawked as he prepared himself in the shade of the sweet tone of his niece, who preferred to prepare the routes to the main magical doctors in Rome, some are very tight-fisted money collectors, but her uncle has money and wants hurt himself...doesn't Need more.

―Ready!!

―Well ... here I go (damn these clothes)

He ran and got ready on the donkey launcher; They were in a huge field on the outskirts of Rome, Simon gathered the cloth from his knees to run better and with a jump he huddled in the catapult ...

―Ahhh ... these guys are getting worse.

The poor girl sighed, it was obvious that her family had forced her to become a sorceress, as it was the rule of all the ****** priestesses of the hunter goddess, that at least they had magical notions, but it is the last straw ... the only thing they have done In almost 6 months since he started his intensive magic practice camp was chasing that crazy Paul ... magicians are no longer serious, really ...

―Ok ready ... there it goes !!!

If you would be there you could listen to a song by blond @ ie while both old men considered kicking their butts in the air; The difference is that one moved with such ease, worthy of a dancing maiden, and the other was a decrepit guy preparing to launch himself from a poorly constructed catapult.

―And THERE WAS ... Ouchh ..

―Hahahaha..one more point to the true miracles you idiot !!!

He laughed; the flying guy who was dancing, and suddenly, by the same ones he flew away.

―Well the doctor is close ... I guess, they are all profits. (win-win)

Predictable as she was, Martha shuffled her feet to find Simon the wizard ...

―what was this time sir?

―The hip ... I think I don't have a hip anymore ...

―So the score today: Paul the"famous" flew across Rome and Simon's shoddy wizard broke his hip ... 1-0 guess .

The afternoon passed, but in Simon's mind, the fight was just beginning ...

This is a story before our protagonist was reborn ... sure you must be anticipating romantic interest and stuff ... but i'll surprise you, seriously ...

-I think I'm fed up with this century, this life, these clothes, this everything, because life must be so complicated sometimes!!! Really sir!!! Take me away!!!!

-No...no, wait, shouldn't one blaspheme like that ...what if it really happens?

This guy who looks so miserable again has made a change in his plans.

-But damn, it's not my problem if I don't get along with my mates, they don't get along with me, sometimes those fools don't understand....

He laments as he knows that his life is getting to the point. He has changed schools about 3 times, because of fights? No of course, addictions of course...what not, any death threats from a jealous boyfriend? How naughty you are...no no and no!!!!

Neither one nor the other, let's overlook his incredible irresponsibility and extreme arrogance being a nobody, and focus on how easily this guy is bored with things.

Obviously he wants what anyone at his age wants, a nice girl, a low paying job to splash the cash, and a car maybe? No, he doesn't like cars.

But women always pick the stupid guys (that's what he thinks); in interviews those stupids always ask for things like references and parental permissions, I don't have them (it's a bit harsh...but this guy is adopted) and I would never, ever, ever touch a car (the reason for being adopted).

-Ufff...I don't know why, I always feel unsatisfied without trying anything...is that what they call a failure candidate? Or Freak? Anyway...better to drop out of school than to try to be accepted by those guys, with their perfect families, their dream life.

-No!!! I'm not sad hahaha!

He swallowed the tears deeply and decided to leave for home.

Herm was a colony lost in the world, it's not a particular place, but it has these old-fashioned buildings, colonial facades, mixed in the undergrowth, wide forests and residential areas surrounding it, in one of them, lives Calimac.

-Ahgg... here we go again, I never know how to greet them, hello guys? hello family? what's up, mmmm....

Despite the years, Calimac had not adapted to the lifestyle, but the people who took care of him were kind and always treated him with sympathy...but he couldn't get over the fact that he was adopted....

-I-I'm here..." He frowns as he enters the cobalt-coloured gate.

-Ah, you're here, how was your first day of school, honey?

A woman, well into her later years shot all the affection the boy needed, no, even surpassed it, but there was the problem, how to respond to that?

-It doesn't matter.

-It doesn't matter? Honey, it was your first day at the new school, I want to know if you feel more comfortable.

-S-school, it doesn't seem to be for me...-What do you mean? What do you mean?

He didn't raise his tone, he controlled his emotions; the less overflowing they were, the kind woman, who had done so much for him, wouldn't feel so bad...so frustrated that this guy couldn't move forward.

-I want to take some time off from school, Martha.

-Amm...b-but honey....

"Why do you insist on calling me that? I don't...I'm sorry, I have to take some time off."

The pain in the mother was greater for the manner of speech, than for the request; calling her by name with no trace of familiarity or affection after so many years, the ingrate still avoiding it.

-Have we been...bad?

"Again that, why do you lament and blame yourselves? I am the failure...I..."

How much pain he felt at the question, and not being able to answer it; they were good parents and had done their part, but Calimac just wouldn't accept the fact of being him and his past. They didn't understand that no matter how much he wished and tried, the envy for his peers, the insecurity about his adoptive parents and their hopes, all made him want to disappear from the world!

-I want to leave this...this place!

-But Calimac....

One after another, his legs overcame the creaky wooden steps to find his room, and with the urgency of a teenager, the door thundered open.

Here he came again... regrets for his own attitude; he saw himself as an unfeeling, arrogant, envy-filled monster who was unappreciative, but his sweet parents identified it correctly, he was just a teenager and they would keep trying...

"They'd be happier if I wasn't...I'm the problem here."

After a few fleeting tears, he filled his mouth with a sigh, lifted his humanity and looked near his bed.

Was he hiding something illegal there? No...well almost, at least to him.

-Ahhh...I saw this on the internet the other day, is it really a treatise on occult magic? I just bought it out of curiosity, but if I read it, will I be cursed or something?

Adding to that lousy attitude, Calimac had developed some strange dogmas.

-I'll open it... I'll open it, damn it!...No curse, you must not curse, damn it!!!!

The reasons are unclear, it's probably more an interest in the occult, and that Calimac unconsciously has hopes for magic, that automatically makes him defenceless against other supernatural things, so his fear of being cursed for being a bad person, is quite contradictory...

- So are you going to open it or not\, what does it matter anyway...after talking to Martha like that\, about everything in my life\, can I really think that something supernatural could be worse?

Sweat ran down the pathways that her tears had once taken, and so the rest of the afternoon passed;  had forgotten to think about it, about his life, about the future, about how to apologize for the terrible attitude  could not control, but.

Suddenly all sensations found a balance and he couldn't help falling asleep; just like a stereotypical model citizen, Calicmac was in his bed at 7 p.m., but without his pyjamas and with a book that dictated, "hidden arts so that any girl won't escape you" in his fingers...

By the way, a girl had rejected his advance that first day, of course it was not the first time; the reason for the change of his school was a broken heart and frustration, but the foolish Calimac did not know how to control emotions as well as he thought, and he flooded himself in a glass of water, shouting that his tragedy was as big as the ocean...

However, such events did not erase the original problem, he did not accept his situation; since the death of his parents in that accident the boy closed his heart and attitude towards a family, deep down, he could not handle what happened, such a feeling worsened over time and he ended up being the person he is; asking for terrible things looking at the sky and then biting his tongue in case they came true.

What is the weight of wishes?

Martha, the jovial and good woman who adored him, sighed as she was filled with courage; she determined in her heart to try with more love, she would definitely make him see her as his mother and be happy.

And Calimac was about to have a real tantrum...

.......................................................................................

Hey!...

A tremor shook the bed of the happy couple.

-Did you hear that?

-Y-yeah... will Calimac be alright?

-I guess it was just a... AH!!!!

The middle-aged man resting next to Martha felt several times his weight, or rather, a shift in gravity, and as soon as the effect passed, a flashing light filtered through the door of their room...

-W-What was that?

-I'm going to get our son... he must be scared.

-Wait, I'm coming with you, if anything happens I'll be ready!

He prepared a magnetic teaser he had on a bedside table, which didn't make much sense; but in the desperation of events that was all he could think of....

-You'd better call the police!

Shouted the jovial woman, disappearing into the renewed darkness of the corridor; their bedrooms were adjoining, and Calimac was in the next one.

-Yes...police, what was all that about a moment ago? What? The tremor and the light...No reports? but a moment ago....

-Ah!!!

¿..?

A shriek shook his heart, making him drop the phone to rush to the place; it was the voice of his sweet Martha, but in his mind he could not avoid the worst presentiments for his adopted son who that day did not leave his room. ....

-What's happen... oh!

When he looked out, he found his wife lying on her knees; the cause was obvious, for, in the centre of the room was that....

-And C-Calimac?!

-N-no...this is not happening...!

It might be a tense moment and something supernatural might come before them, but the first thing they attended to was the whereabouts of their beloved son...they were good people indeed.

-Hey! it's moving...run!

-B-but Calimac no....

-Run!

In the centre of the room, on the bed of an arrogant and foolish teenager, a hole of deep darkness, not merging with the night, throbbed and faster than expected dilated.

-Call the police!

They were good people, but they were people after all, so they decided to run for their lives.

What is the weight of desire? Well, Calimac was about to find out.

 *Well ... I didn't think of a song, but now I want to know this guy's reaction when he discovers the other Martha ... he probably won't take it so well.

 :(((

AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A stomach scream was inevitable, fear coursing through every little corner of my bones; would I tremble? Of course I would, imagine yourself in a dark dream, where darkness spreads in your eyes, prevents you from waking up...and suddenly all the control you had over your limbs is stolen and your body feels as light as a kite.

-Ahhhh...what...what the hell!

At last, after straining my joints to the utmost, like a broken spell, the stiffness escapes from my body and the first thing I could move was my lips.

- That dark thing...what the ****!

I was talking about that hole that suddenly welled over me, and like a storm, sucked me from my feet...the dream was so vivid that when entered that blackness I could only move my eyes, the same ones that reached all kinds of wonders: lights that are not possible, colours that I quickly forget and in a strange way, also remember things similar to planets, that was not the terrible thing, what almost made me vomit my soul and my entrails was the speed with which I was sinking into the infinite; a damned dream that almost broke my sanity, that was it, wasn't it?

- Eh? Why... why it's so freezing here..?

-What do you mean why? kid, stone when it gets hot burns like hell, but if you let it cool down it not only gets darker, it also shares the coldness...like a female hahaha

-Are you stupid Canas? Why talk like that about good females...you never met a woman?

-Ahmm! they called me Canas in a thousand beds, I met so many that I got sick of them, besides I must have like a thousand avengers after my head because of that hahaha....

-Oh yeah? weren't you scared of the fact that women had 3 buttocks?

-Ahh! Ahhh...you see...that's part of the charm and the difference, wouldn't two just be the same as a dirty male?

- When you have a family\, it's the hardest thing you can deal with....

-W-weak, I really enjoy th-three buttocks... -I do...

-If ever a fairy lets you out, don't stop, go for those 3 buttocks Canas No stopping!

- Yes!... (*what the hell did he say 3?)

Two scratchy voices resounded with a rather stupid dialogue, but something strange caught our protagonist's attention, he could understand them, but their words sounded weird...

- Hey...what are you doing in my room?

-You what?

-Ahh...Martha!

-Martha...is that the name of rich and Roman people, were you a slave of hers?

-Hey!!! Slave you say... Martha!!! Some weird guys are in... where am I?

Reacting, I could finally observe the whole room...this was not my room; rusty chains hanging, green sheets of moisture mixed with darkness and bars that didn't cover the height of a man, this place was a damn dungeon that even seemed to have rats, because I hear them squeaking....

-Ah! I, I...dream, this is a fucking dream hahaha

-Hey, you just got here yesterday, don't be loud.

-Old man, can't you see he's just a kid? Let it be...rather, tell us, you arrived yesterday asleep so it wasn't possible to ask, but what brought you here? Did you try to run away from that Martha you call?

-N-no...why you your...it's a dream

My voice was shaking in rhythm with my whole body, I knew it was a nightmare, but it feels so real I want to cry....

-Maybe he doesn't speak Latin well...although he looks very much like a Roman, you can't judge Romans as Romans from Rome...Roman...mmmm what was he like?

-Old man, I don't know what you mean, but I do know, so maybe this guy doesn't speak the language well, do you understand me?

- I-I don't speak Latin....

-I see...so you don't know what we're saying, do you?

-How do you ask him that, stupid? Can't you see he won't understand if you ask him if he understands?

-But before he said...

-I don't know Latin, I don't understand !!!

-You see? He doesn't understand...

-Hey kid, but it's going to be a big problem if you can't understand us.

-Yeah... how could you know that we are the bosses here...

- Saying that again old man? I've been here for almost 6 months and the only thing we take turns at is cleaning the corner...plus you always....

-! Shut the hell up, don't you understand that I don't understand?

-But that's not our...wait how do you answer?

-Well, it's a dream, in dreams everything is possible, even knowing Latin and listening to some bums talking about asses...I've had enough....

-Dream you say...hahahahaha

-Yeah...life is a dream, I get it kid.

As one of the bums bursts into laughter the other seems to take my delusions as a weird philosophical perspective.

Yeah, dreams are definitely only real until you realise it's one, and this one has gone on long enough, it's definitely gone on long enough...

With one leap I rush to the small cell, determined to end this, and with an impetuous voice I start:

-Hey guard...guard!!!-Guard!!!!!

-Hahaha ....Eh!!!! Hey boy stop it...

-Don't disturb... guard!

I make a fuss without fear of reprisal, I want to test how creative my mind has gotten with this, they say you can only see familiar faces in your sleep, so who's coming? Martha's husband? One of those assholes from school?

-What?

-Ah... I've never seen you before...

-What?

A guy with a weathered look, and features like a caveman appears in the brown torchlight...who the hell is he? I've never seen someone so... primitive...

"Well...be that as it may, it can also be a product of many faces...hey what the heck! can I think in my sleep?...when you sleep you're thinking, but even imagining while imagining that so...like one of those complicated movies, where they yell in your face stupid...but well...I know what to say:"

-Hey...get me out of here.

-What?

-Are you deaf? Get me out of here and make me the king of rome...hell, just get me out of here....The jailer squints, ruefully considering what I say, and suddenly, his features lighting up, he seems to understand what I'm asking.

-Where do you want the whipping?

-Huh? Hey man you know, I can throw the cells just by wishing, if I can understand you without speaking your tongue...don't provoke me, you're in my dream!!!

-Dream? Hahahahahah...Do it.

-What?

-Drop the cells...

-Ahh... -You sure? If I get out of here, I'll turn you into a donkey...

-I know how to bray... do it hell up...

-Wow...then the boy could be a wizard...

-Or a madman...

They share the bums a little dialogue as they watch me, getting out of here I want to see those three buttocks, jeez what a dream....

-Ahhh!

Without waiting for a second provocation I grab the bars with both hands, screaming like a hero pulling back a sword and...nothing happens....

-Hahahahahaha

-What...what's wrong?

-Hahahaha ammm...that was good...Where do you want the whipping?

-Eh...yo...hey man...tell me, what language am I talking to you in?

-Ahh...every day they bring them crazier and crazier...hey, you in the back, if you don't control your crazies, you'll get whip too....

-Ahh...mister , you see...

-Shut up Roman! If life is a dream then as the boy says...

-C'mon old man, shut up....

-Mmmmsamasma

While the prisoners behind my back struggle and try to silence each other, I am still lying on the floor, trying to understand...

-Am I awake?

- I don't know... maybe you should just ask Mr. Claw Claw...

-Does that guy know?

-Of course, Mr. Claw Claw rips out truths like a bloody butcher...

-So... please... -mmamam!

-Hey come here, don't you know he means his whips? You really are crazy...

The younger prisoner, I assume by his voice, stops me pulling me into the dungeon; the blow to my back is so real that it takes my breath away, I would definitely wake up...this is not a dream.

-If you don't shut up, I'll make stop bringing that vomit you call food for the whole week.

-Excuse me good soldier, as you say we make....

With a spit the guard is lost in the darkness of the corridor and only silence is left, I'm trapped in a dungeon, I really am...damn it!!!!

-Hey...can those chains be rolled up?

-What? Why do you ask?

-Why? I'm a prisoner damn it!!!, I swore I'd never set foot in a place like this in my life, I wanna die!!!!

-Boy calm down, you're too young to be trying to visit the cherubs.

-I...eh!!! The soap!!!!! Don't tell me you're those convicts just waiting for new meat...-I don't want to take a bath.

I instinctively think of the greatest fear when you imagine prison, so I walk away with all my might....

-What is soap?

-Will they let us take a bath? I knew that the water didn't reach the dungeons...

-Ahhh. ...ufff

It calms me down, but I don't take long to understand what they mean, the smell in here is unbearable, even I stink, this is... this is a damned world where I was reborn?

-Ahh! Those rusty chains... I...

-Hey kid, calm down already... and no, you couldn't use them for that.

-Hey! If this is a dream and they'll let us bathe, can I order some wine too?

As the fuss gets out of control, I sink into despair; I'm really awake, I'm not in my bed, in my house, I can even understand a language that I know is not mine, everything is so wrong, how did this happen?

-And with the wine some bread and those delicious ducks cooked in the placenta of other ducks, and more disgusting food, the kind they say is tasty.

The old man, who has a badly played trumpet voice, is still ranting, or so I suppose....