"Agustín chronicles" (a little part translated of my novel) [...] It was then when he finally realiced everything; It wasn't about raining days or storms, it was about life changes. It wasn't about dragons and beast, was about fear and loneliness. So he took the old book, put it on he's bag and started walking to the door, but something called his attention while he was walking. A little piece of metal was shining under the shelf. His heart started to beat fast because at the time to see that thing, he already know what it was. "you must be mihanesty" Said at loud. "my grandfather told me about you" he handled carefully and it was a warm little cilinder of metal with some drows on it. That could means that all the stories were true? No, it can't be possible, Agustin said. if that were true, then that means that mihanesty was trully his grandfather's sword. He smiled with the idea, and discarted it inmediatelly, obviously it can't be true, he repieted himself. once in the car with his dad, He ask Agustín how the grandfather house was "it was a mess of books and weird things" he answered. but never told his dad that he carried one shining weird thing on his bagpack, and there is no way that he could known or suspect the amazings things to come, or the fear that he would capable to feel using that sword [...]