Theodogan, un hombre de 18 años, vió los cien soldados Morgalianos marchando a su ciudad, Nelandros, desde la puerta de su granja. Sudaba en su quitón blanco sin mangas por el calor de la tarde. Curioso, se retiró de su casa y camino por los verdes campos abiertos para seguir el pequeño ejército. Desde la... Continue Reading →
This is a scene, written in play form, of the part when Theodogan meets Fadan on his way out of his city-state of Nelandros. It involves an extended conversation between the two characters not present in the Short Story due to word constraints. The young farmboy Theodogan hurries down the road, panting and carrying a... Continue Reading →
Eighteen-year-old Theodogan watched the one hundred Morgalian soldiers marching towards his city-state of Nelandros from the door of his farmhouse. He sweated in his sleeveless white chiton from the afternoon heat. Curious, he left his house and walked through the open green fields to follow the small army. From a distance he could see the... Continue Reading →
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