.... Once upon a time (because comply with all the stories that begin this way!), a distant time, but not too much, a fierce warrior, a resident of the northern lands.
He had earned the trust and respect of the locals due to its code of honor and hard fought battles and emerged winner at times, sometimes defeated, but always with great dignity.
Not content with his life, he decided to venture into solitary conquest of distant lands.
The clashes were hard, many opponents. Too many and too strong for his chance.
To achieve his goal he would need a large army, but he was king only of himself.
So, despite his courage, his perseverance and commitment, had to succumb and give up all his dreams of grandeur ...
Meanwhile Dulcinea (?!), knew a girl who won his heart and convinced him to remain, despite everything, in those distant lands, to him very sad day because it reminded him of the heavy defeats.
He became an ordinary farmer of the village and the years flew by. Inside
if it continued to gnaw a worm nuisance was the spirit of the warrior, but never gone dormant, the more the gnawing worm, the more the farmer realized that this was not his life, what is reflected in the well was not her real eyes, the light was turned off. We had it on again.
So he decided to start a new battle, perhaps one of the hardest he had ever undertaken: one with himself!
After months, maybe years of long and agonizing struggle, the farmer lost the battle and the warrior took up the upper hand, as perhaps it was inevitable to happen. Sadly had to leave even
Dulcinea, life companion for a long time, too country to be able to make the happy life of the protagonist of this complex history.
Thus departed to return to their lands, those lands that had always regarded as his only home, with the hope that the people who once respected him and respected, they had not forgotten about him ... So
and was, in addition to the family in anxious wait for his return, he still found many of his old comrades in arms, with whom he shared the joys and sorrows of many battles.
anyone, I pay the lived life of adventure, he decided to become a farmer, a blacksmith, a merchant, an innkeeper .... Someone else just like him, he could not stop being what it was: a warrior.
now much time had passed since he left for the attempt to conquer and many things had changed and now had to start all over again, but things were now much easier. The family and old friends were around him, happy to support him and help him, just as it was a time, as the motto of the Musketeers required: "All for one and one for all."
The years of youth had passed, and after many years spent as a peasant, it was not easy to fight again, but what was most wanted, which made him happy, made him feel truly alive! He returned to savor the sensations that had almost forgotten existed.
He knew that he was now more difficult to win the battles, and perhaps would have been more numerous defeats, but that did not upset him, because his courage was gone.
sometimes returned to his mind the memory of Dulcinea, and in his heart he hoped would find a farmer who made her happy, after all was not a wicked woman, indeed, but it just was not right for him, as he was not right for her.
At the end of this story, we can only say that morality, because if all the stories start with "once upon a time ... ..." is also true that must end with a moral: no matter what you decide to make and your life, but if you (really) a warrior, even if it becomes anything else, your spirit will always remain one, you can hide, dormant, appease him, but inside you'll always be a warrior, even if toilet paper ... ... ... ... ... ... ..
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