So my dear readers, here are all together the last chapters of Myrddin. I announce that the story is not over, that is: tecnincamente for the competition ends this way, but I just can not leave it that way. The plot in water on all sides, I realize, the problem is that the plot decided the goose! That is, if one card says a friend is on stage or does something, it seems obvious that the last I have to click off a character! The 1260 finals were very few characters in conclusion, ergo: I am disgusted by 'is history, and not just the plot but also for the death of my style. I spent plenty of time to file and revise sentences, word for word, in order to shorten and gain the benefit of the plot and characters to the detriment of style. For style, I mean my personal (and not necessarily correct) way of writing events, here boorish stifled by the need to script. It is for this (not so much for the plot) that I write a prologue, only to be able to shine as I write to anyone who passes by here. If I will be criticized, so be it: Mica said that my style is like, and above all I never said to be a writer, but at least I will be criticized for something of mine, so with good reason. If someone tells me "you can not write" answer "ok", so I will not publish anything I write as a hobby, but at least the criticism will be accepted because my performance will be evaluated, not those controlled by the ocean. Ciancio
bands, here's the end of story (for those who do not know what I'm talking about, I suggest you read the post previous to this):
Surprisingly the cry came from his apartment building. He climbed the stairs two at a time and the call ended when there were still three-story home. It was in front of the apartment of Dr. Cox, the door was ajar.
"Do not go, will kill you." The worried voice of her grandmother came faint, almost a whisper.
He knew he had to hear it, but wanted answers and was ready to take risks if any.
"I'm waiting Myrddin," the voice of Dr. Cox slipped unexpectedly in his head.
"I do not see anything," said venturing a step in the dark.
"In the study," the voice rang out.
Tentoni, trudged down the corridor as far as he remembered the door open the study. The hesitation overtook him only when grabbed the handle: the situation was absurd, really was ready to take risks, even life, only for answers?
change makes us feel alive, but the risk is the price you pay.
In an instant the boy was inside and found himself staring at the dark eyes of Dr. Cox, who smiled at him kind of an armchair. He felt trapped.
"I'm not going badly," she reassured him, "I could not make it to my son," she said handing him a photo showing him the baby in her arms. His biggest dream was becoming reality.
He was enchanted by the photos and the time seemed to lose meaning: Dr. Cox as a young man like him dramatically. When he recovered, his father had not moved: still staring at him from his chair with his enigmatic smile. Hair and eyes were dark like his, the dimple on his chin another point in common. He had waited so long that moment, he could only hope it was all true.
"Stay away from him," voice brought him abruptly to reality.
"Arthur?" Said Myrddin puzzled.
"Come here," ordered him holding out his hand, without taking his eyes off of Cox.
"Do not listen to: no one else will have to separate us," pleaded the doctor.
had to see clearly: for months he saw his best friend and right now he had his father meet him, he was out of nowhere to separate them?
"Myrddin trust me: he is not what it seems, is not even human, "said Arthur hasty." are you talking about? "he asked more and more confused." We will do great things together, my son, "was to tell the doctor with a persuasive voice. "Use the knife, kill them both," suggested. "As ..." then he noticed a stiletto to shake with his left hand. "Feel the power? Do you want blood virgin witch! "Cox.Solo encouraged him in that moment he noticed the young blonde girl met the day before and was on the floor, bound and gagged, his eyes wide open came from terrore.Si ipnotizzato.Non never knew what happened after that, he remembered only the feeling that gave him a dagger, a blinding hatred liberatorio.Cedette to hatred: stabbed Cox, who immediately began to change shape, while a fire devoured the lightning. "He went," said the girl suddenly free. "Why do not we all killed? & rdquo , asked in astonishment. "Myrddin wanted on his side, was not enough to acquire the powers," said Arthur helping to get up. "What have I done?" said Myrddin shocked, I feel ashamed. "We have saved our lives, quiet! Your grandmother will tell you everything," said the two smiling, while escorted by ' appartamento.Finalmente would have had his answers.
here I say here and deny it: this is my story (because it's not deny that there is to brag about) to be clear and the characters belong to me (and who you will Ciulla , suck! You are right ...) . See you soon on these screens for the aftermath.
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