Todos saben que me encanta publicar sus escritos, solamente tienen que mandarmelos y animarse o si no ecribir con un seudonimo!
Solo es cuestion de que la imaginacion fluya!!!!!
En este caso el escrito esta en ingles! Prometo traducirlo mañana!!!
Pero queria ponerlo!
Belenchus!
The Diary Of Iason Castor, son of Iapetos
Hekatombion , 1245 BC, Troy
I was in a grungy mood the whole day. It’s almost been 4 years since I left Spartan soil, the last time I saw my wife she was five months pregnant with my child. I met with Hades, who arrived with the fresh shipment of sacrificial meat from Sparta today morning. He said my son looked like any healthy three years old, but he said my son had an uncanny resemblance to my blacksmith neighbor. He said my son has a birthmark on his left cheek (and no, it’s not the cheek on the face) that looks exactly like the blacksmith’s. I have no idea how Hades knows my blacksmith neighbor has got a birthmark on his buttock.
My mind was fidgeting through its thoughts of home when I heard it, the call of the horn that will change my life forever. As any Spartan solider, I heeded the call of my general and headed to my battalion’s assembly area. The general stood on an upturned rock, with his pike poised high beside him. We all stood in a straight line as he started to address us about a secret mission formulated by Odysseus. I didn’t pay much attention because I had no idea of joining another one of their farfetched ideas and losing my life for it. As I looked down at the loosely packed soil, I saw a coin staring back at me. I bent down to pick it up and heard the general scream out “If any of you men want to join, step forward, the cowards step back”. As a whole, my entire platoon, all around me, took one swift step back. All idea of the coin left my head and I was quickly trying to straighten myself up and take a step back too. As I was trying to quickly mingle with my fellow soldiers at the back, I heard the General’s voice “Ahhh…Iason!! The only true warrior in my platoon who’s brave enough to step forward bowing to his general – I am proud of you solider!”. I turned a nasty shade of green, and my hands started to shiver. I had just signed my death wish.
It’s been three days since that uneventful day I was chosen for this crazy mission. This whole mumbo-jumbo plan was devised by Odysseus to make a hollow wooden horse, stuff some men inside it and roll into Troy. As I stood there, staring at the great wooden horse, two things sped across my mind. One, what an amazing job Epeius had done making the horse, and two, what I would do to be among the rest of the soldiers being shipped off to the Tenedos island. Sitting there in the forest, eating my then thought of final meal of beans with my fellow hollow wooden-horse belly friends, thinking how many of them volunteered and how many of them got chosen by accident or fooled by a coin.
It was hot and steaming inside the horse, beads of sweat trickled down my back and across my forehead. I could hear the faint noise outside of the Trojans, partying the night away. All of a sudden, I heard a long squeaky hiss which was followed by a very bad smell; the wide bellied soldier in front of me turned around and gave me an embarrassed, toothless grin. I knew eating beans was a bad idea before entering the tightly closed up area. Apparently, Odysseus heard the squeaky hiss too for he whispered from the front “be alert men, I think I hear the enemy!”. After a few hours, Sinon opened the front secret door of the horse, and in the moonlight that streamed in, I saw Odysseus and Sinon whisper something to each other. Moments later, the secret door at the back of the horse opened up too. As I exited the horse thorough the back door to plunder into the darkness and savage upon the drunken Trojans, I thought to myself, how ironic it was to exit out of a giant wooden horse’s backside, and how my entire life was changed by a stupid coin left on the ground.
- Pressie!
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