What Torch first saw when he woke up was the dirty room where he lay. The second, a boy the same age but much taller and stronger, who looked threatening. Torch winced and tried to get off the ground, but loving hand rested on his shoulder but firmly: "No fear," said a young voice and female-are among friends.
The girl who was talking to George was very thin, with short hair. She was dressed in rags and his face tired. Although very beautiful, Torch felt revulsion at her: her forehead and her cheeks were marked with a star of David, probably made with a hot iron. By understanding that had marked the cattle, Torch felt sorry for her. She noticed and said, "Do not worry. The Nazis marked me when I was a newborn. I do not remember the pain .-
Torch had a thousand questions to ask the girl but she anticipated him and started talking.
"I tell the story of my world, George. In my world the Nazis lost the Second World War. On the contrary, the world won and subjected to slavery without end. Britain was invaded in 17 hours. Moscow, Leningrad and Stalingrad were wiped off the map and with it the Soviet army. And the United States yielded when 23 of its 50 states were literally disintegrated. I wonder how he could do Hitler. Simple: he did not Hitler. Scientists degenerate dictator mustache that got in contact with another dimension. A dimension where magic reigned and whose top leaders were four witches who had exhausted the natural resources of their planet. Hitler offered them a partnership. Hitler killed the witch, made themselves masters of the Nazi army, and combining it with her magic, they won the war. And from then on devoted to squeezing the natural resources of this world. They were so cruel that adopted the Nazi ideals and exterminate all "inferior races", leaving only a few slaves to perform menial tasks. And brought with monsters like the one you saw before, just as evil as them. A world without hope, you think, but not quite. The world of the 4 wizards sorcerer came fifth, less powerful than its siblings but infinitely wiser and kinder. Rescued a few slaves and taught them their arts witches. Thus was born the resistance, although the 4 witches and sorcerers called us thugs silver .-
- What is your magic? - Asked Jorge. We
-graffiti, like you .- "the girl and smiled at the surprise of George-but our drawings can alter reality, change momentarily. While the drawings of the 4 warlocks are dark and stink of death, our drawings are bright, silver and vital. Unfortunately we are powerful and need some help to defeat the 4 warlocks. Your help .-
- My help - said Jorge - But I'm a shit compared to you!
She smiled again and continued: "Recently our master died, but before dying he sent all his life energy into another world, yours, and that energy was stored in your body. You can use that power if you know how. We'll help. After a long and careful training will be able to control the magic of our teachers and help to free our world .-
"I think not, Ankil .- four voices cried in unison.
The girl and her friend were startled to hear these words before they could do anything the walls of the room turned black and rotted and disappeared. Thousands of soldiers surrounded the building and in the distance, four small dark figures approached the boys.
-are the four witches Ankil said .- "We are lost-
Sorcerers, four identical, faceless figures are even closer at every step the reality around them is contaminated.
-Ankil, silly girl, you really thought your world was a hope of change? - And the four voices laughed "Nothing will change. Poverty, anger, evil and death will be eternal ... like us ... LIKE YOU! - and suddenly a black spot Ankil pinned and his companion.
- NO! The four witches trying to corrupt us! - Ankil shouted, "but if I have to go ... I WILL NOT ALONE! - And a bright silver lightning came from the eyes of the girl and hit one of the witches. He fell to the ground, but his three brothers Ankil reinforced the attack and could only scream in pain. Torch
was blocked, watching falling each of its new friends in front of the big monsters. But when he saw the body of Ankil was cracking and his skin was falling apart, he realized that, for once in your life, they had reason to fight. Then he ran to his backpack, took the spray cans of silver and black and began to draw in the air a splendid dragon 5 meters high, with wings that flapped majestically and sharp claws that butcher knife. All creatures, including witches, they were frightened. The soldiers fled, but the wizards were paralyzed by fear.
"Not possible ... a silver dragon! - Wailed the three voices" B-but ... they were extinct! -
"Well, go disappointed," said Torch
The dragon swooped on them and launched a giant fireball. The dark figures disappeared leaving only a sour smell.
a few minutes that remained almost deserted, there were only members of sorcerers silver. The dragon disappeared and there was a long silence, one could hear the sighs of the kids. Ankil and his companions were retrieved and the fire of hope shone in his eyes.
"It's the principle of change, and went to George to give him a hug. Just when it seemed
won, a soldier emerged from the shadows and shot Ankil, but with a quick movement torch crossed the path of the bullet. Jorge's chest exploded and he fell to the ground dying. Shortly before last she began to blur vision, and the last thing he saw was the beautiful face of Ankil:
- No, still need you, George! Do not go ... Do not ...! Torch
woke up in a place dark, but recognized him immediately. I was in the alley where he saw the strange graffiti. He got jumped and began to examine his body for any indication of the shot, and found nothing. Was it all a dream?
"Oh shit. I'll never know.
Then he heard the voices that had spread there. But this time it ran to hide but I approach them. It was the police who had been painting on the wall. The officer approached him and said:
- Did you do that has been painted on the wall?
"Yes, and proud.
"Then give me your address you're sending a little note.
Before you go home and tell his father the question of the fine, Jorge looked last graffiti wall plate.
"Farewell, Ankil. Would be real and hopefully succeed in your world.
And so George returned to his conventional life. And the other side of the wall, a sinister figure smiled with satisfaction. It was one of four brothers, the strongest and depraved, who had survived the attack of the Dragon. With a wave plate erased the graffiti wall of the alley, shutting the door on both dimensions forever.
Forever? Of course not. Jorge return once again to our world of fantasy, adventure and horror through me. My name Nuhr and this is the first chapter of the Chronicles of the Silver Torch.
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