Walks outside the cave is long gone. Underground rivers erode, until finally his weak and fragmented no more resistant rocks and succumbed in time. In the end, the cave was not as strong or as timeless as it seemed at first.
Pasha would be free, would see the light of the sun and known life outside the cave and in part it was. Met the snows of winter, summer fruits, the beautiful sunsets of autumn and enjoyed the appearance of the first flowers of spring. He also met all kinds of beings who lived outside the cave. From wise gray foxes that explained how living beings on the outside, even magical fairy trying to teach you how to enjoy life sweet and full of light which, until recently, Pasha had never heard of.
Life was good, the animals were a pleasant company and the fairies were wonderful counselors. However, the years in the cave had become accustomed to the loneliness Pasha. Over his warm heart, seeking to make themselves known, a layer of dust from the cavern, had covered his skin, giving it a protective shell that, in the absence of the cave, now just walking away from the animals outside. Only the fairies, with effort, they could see in this shell, but they still found it very stressful. Pasha thoroughly enjoyed his presence, and he felt they were the only people who could see him as he felt, but it hurt to know about their frustrations at not being able to understand it as easily as other animals.
When night came, or the animals could not come out of hiding by the climate, Pasha was engaged in solitary walk through the meadows, hills and seeing walking toward the cave destroyed. I knew she would never these ruins, but the feeling of solitude made him feel as if you were there.
- Never lose your essence - the wind whispered from the ruins
- Watch your armor, you're one of us! - He said the mud of the cave in the distance.
Pasha
never answered, lowered his gaze and continued walking in another direction. However, those thoughts never left him, am I like them? Has not changed since I left the cave?.
One day after his masochistic routine, Pasha walked with lágimas in the eyes in any direction. At times I walked in circles, and then lay on the grass to see the stars. "At least they are always accompanied by" thought.
fairies could not follow him at that time and the animals approached the ruins. But a moment she heard a loud noise from an animal. "An animal, here?. Strange, never seen.
A gigantic mammoth, dense fur, came flying in the distance and the noise produced with his trunk, silenced the harmful elements of the cave.
- The mammoth no .. and if any, would not fly - Said Pasha cave
- Loa mammoth exist while there Dreams - said the strange visitor, if you see me is because I still believe in magic, although some dirty elements I do believe that.
From time to time, the mammoth disappeared, leaving a scent of chocolate and candy in the air. Instead, a fairy appeared. One of the most beautiful fairy in the sector, Pasha who was wounded in more than one occasion from his shell cavern.
The fairy looked at him narrowly, and challenged him to continue visiting the ruins, but gave an option
- You can choose between returning to your comfortable ruins, and make it accompanied by the mud and moisture ... or stay abroad and never again set foot in this path leading to the past. For this you must clean your dust cave with large daily doses of sugar. If you do not accept the latter, your punishment is exile.
- I can give up the ruins .. I could not live in exile of these magical lands that have welcomed me. I can not become a magical being, but I will not be mud in the cave.
The fairy looked at him in silence for a few seconds, and offered him a bottle filled with the sweetest nectar of the valley.
- This is the minimum to live sweetness in the valley. You will achieve during your stay. If you do not succeed, you know the alternative you have left. Be strong!
