"I wrote this novel in my native language, Spanish; I have gathered the courage to translate it using an ia. I know it is not a perfect translation but I feel that this is the only way I can share it with many more people."
Kevin
Rain lashed the guard tower as water slid inside through the pulverized chunks of rock that once made up the east wall of the building. The stranger peered outward as he shielded himself by holding up his hood with a frail, pale hand.
Blinding fireballs streaked across the sky and fell upon the battle raging in the residential part of the city, troops had already penetrated the walls and flooded the streets.
He turned his attention back to the charred body lying next to him, nailed by a golden spear against the granite floor, while a look of regret was visible on his face, punished by the passing of the centuries, illuminated by the faint light of a single torch that still burned.
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-Oh boy, how stupid you were, you didn't have to show mercy,” he lamented in a harsh voice.
The old man contemplated the battle that was taking place in the citadel. The sound of steel against steel, against flesh and bone, the screams of pain, hatred and agony filled the air, stained by the smoke of the burning buildings. Death could be heard through the heavy rain lashing the battered guard tower.
It seems you were destined even as a child to leave a red-tinged path behind you with every step you took. But there is no turning back now, there will be no safe hiding place for our souls. The conqueror was always merciless with our kind,” he said to the lifeless body, giving it a smile of inhuman features.
The winged daughters of Agalathor, the God of Light, were rushing with relentless speed upon the troops, in an explosion of blood and gore, feeding a sea of corpses with a hunger that seemed to have no end. They would not take long to fix their gaze on that battered tower, where the one who had represented the opposite of their beloved father was...