Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Pegasus 2 Pegasus had no doubt who it was. It was Roc, guardian of the forests. Pegasus's defiant gaze overcame the resistance of the imposing winged figure. Roc took to the skies and allowed them to continue their journey, but before leaving, he broke the spell and allowed time to resume its course. However, when Siegfried became himself again, three hundred years had passed, and his eyelids had fused with his eyes. Blind and disoriented, he was overcome by despair. Once again, it was Pegasus who remained by his side and gave him the strength to complete the journey and meet Ingrid. When they reached their destination, Pegasus described Ingrid's extraordinary beauty to him in exquisite detail. She, in an act of infinite compassion, approached Siegfried and gently caressed his eyelids with her hands. Miraculously, at the touch of Ingrid's hands, his eyelids separated from his eyes and opened wide. Siegfried knelt before Ingrid and kissed her hands. Pegaso 2 Pegaso no dudó d...

  Pegasus 1 He rose before dawn. He had spent the entire night awake, restless about the journey he would undertake at daybreak. In his mind, over and over again, he reviewed the route that would take him to the County of Rowling, where his beloved yet unknown Ingrid of Thule awaited him. About a hundred leagues from his lands, the county was covered by forests as ancient as the world itself, home to mysterious beings spoken of in old legends. When the first rays of the sun turned the palace towers to gold, Pegasus was already waiting, his bridle prepared. A servant held the saddle while Siegfried gently stroked the mane of his travelling companion in gratitude. With the servant's help, he mounted Pegasus. Rider and horse: the perfect symbiosis between two noble souls. No one could quite remember when Pegasus had come to occupy a place of honor in the palace stables. The oldest members of the court said that Siegfried's father, when he was a child, had forged an unbreakable bon...

  Those Who Receive Me and Those Who See Me Off We are wave-beings, concentrations of waves moving through space. When we interact, it is our waves that interact. Over time, those waves change their characteristics, and that is why we age. There are unwritten laws that are unfailingly fulfilled. The wave-beings who received me when my collection of waves became visible are the same wave-beings who will see me off when my waves oscillate at a frequency at which they are no longer visible. Although the appearance of their waves may suggest otherwise, they are the same wave-beings. Quienes me reciben y quienes me despiden Somos seres-onda, una concentración de ondas que se mueven a través del espacio. Cuando interactuamos, son las ondas las que lo hacen. Las ondas, con el paso del tiempo, cambian sus características, y ese es el motivo del envejecimiento. Hay leyes no escritas que se cumplen indefectiblemente. Los seres-onda que me recibieron cuando mi conjunto de ondas se manifestó d...

  Wilhelm I write these memories from my current existence, now retired, after a life spent as a telecommunications engineer in Spain. I have come to believe that each moment contains both the beginning and the end of multiple parallel existences—realities we unknowingly inhabit. We are unaware that we live intertwined in infinite loops of possible lives, each born from a single decision made at a specific point in time. In my case, when I was just a baby, my parents were forced to move to more prosperous areas of Spain, hoping for a better life. However, in those times of limited opportunities, they were unable to improve their situation even in the big city. That was when my father suggested to my mother that they move to Germany. After a long and painful conversation, she admitted she wasn't ready to live in another country. I remember her tears, her despair, and my father's silent frustration. In the end, they decided to return to our small village, thereby choosing their...