Wake up

Unaware of what was happening around him, a * - / dsa was in a dream. If you can call these continuous flashes that passed in his mind a dream, he first saw a dragon one so huge that it dwarfed the abomination he wants say to the beautiful ship he was on, a roar that silenced the world with fear, wings that darkened the sky and a stench of death around him that only produced the purest despair,

He did not understand why this dream felt so real until "his" mouth pronounced words that he could not understand, he felt fear and resolution seize him in what he unsheathed at * x41 * / * d / and soon all the fear vanished before the light emanating from his sword.

Close to him "his" friends recovered their faith supported by the promise of victory that his presence exuded as so many times before, no matter how desperate the situation had been granted to them.

Soon he gave a cry that although he did not equal the strength of that accursed Vorti * / as85 he was no less willing to destroy the other

The light filled all his vision, then he did not know more ...

ART*/-8

Sometimes we don't have what we want but what we can. Certain moments in our life only allow us to hold on to what our fragile ego can bear and push the rest aside, I couldn't keep looking, who was I? was there even a me? I don't understand, what is my name? I had a name I was asd * / 2 not that no, I am art **** who am I? it hurts, let's keep watching ...

Soon other frolics of a life that was not mine circulated, was it me? Who am I? My mother once hugging me after the death of my grandmother told me that it was okay to cry that that is what made us human, then before my infantile replica she told me that although I could not live my life I had not asked born in this world so would always be with me, liar where are you now? I was the one who had failed him right? who I am? Mom I miss you, because I can't remember your name.

In the meantime, different "mine" moments went by, I was forgetting who I was ... my mother's name, my sisters, friends, my cats, ok let's focus on that cat, a cat is a being, no no that no, I have a family a stupid family do not forget that, despite that why do I feel pain when I think of my wife? was he married? was not in college? Gods, why is it getting harder and harder to concentrate, why is this so hard? I am afraid of losing my sense of myself, at least I want to keep something of mine, the path I have always taken was hard but this is becoming ridiculous, at least could someone have the dignity to tell me where I am?

The memories kept passing in one moment I was holding a spear capable of splitting the heavens, in another my son pierced me, my old friends took me to rest in Avalon and those mischievous fae planned their next move.

Tiredness, who am I? Why do I remember my sorrows but at the same time I feel that they are mine and not at the same time? I am not dead, neither alive nor dead but I am still me ..... I see, this family, this piece of happiness was yours / mine, it is not me ... I died and you are alive, but we will continue to be one.

Taking a breath, I open my eyes and see the same blue sky, I smile although it seems more like the outline of a grimace

Now I understand who I am or at least who I was, I was Arturo but I died in Camlann, those naughty friends of mine did who knows what a trick but he was certainly more dead than alive, then I was reborn ... I don't know how many times, not completely but he " I "from now on is not Arturo but at the same time it is, ag damn word loop, where is Merlin when you need her, I don't understand more than all these scraps but I am definitely more that silly boy of the 21st century than the old thing of Arturo hahaha keep my ego stupid relic