Portals & Gates

The kingdoms came together to fight the dragon that lurked their people and that had caused them great harm. The hunt lasted for days, a grueling feat without a break for either side.

When they got to the desert they ambushed the dragon after damaging his wings so he couldn't fly away. The badly wounded dragon ran clumsily, filled by exhaustion, spitting uncoordinated fire from his mouth. The armies took him to a trap, and as he fell into it, he was mortally wounded by the weapons inside it and the only thing that remained above the sand was his mouth, open for a final attack.

With his last breath he created a portal within his mouth, and since then the kingdoms have feared for what could come out of there.

Life on that planet stopped making sense to him. The scientist saw it coming, soon it wouldn’t be habitable, so he had to manage to travel to another planet, or dimension.

Could it be that in a parallel universe a version of himself had managed to find a cure for the destruction of his world? He didn't care if it wasn't like that, because at least he would have someone to have a decent talk with. And speaking of talking with someone, it occurred to him to create a robot who could activate the portal, as a kind of guide, because he had gotten bored of talking to the screens.

One day he took his things and activated the portal. If the portal didn't work, well, at least he had fun doing it.

“An evil Warlock she had to be”, the villagers decided the moment she arrived at the village, led by superstition and ignorance. Those malicious thoughts were born when they saw her cart full of books and plants, and discovered her autonomy and independence. They concluded that she must have been linked to demonic beings.

One night, she helped a man who had cut his leg with an unknown ointment of her own creation. Even though the man healed without problems, it was deemed as an act of demonic magic, so she was publicly sentenced and put to death.

They buried her in an unmarked grave in a dry place and a few days later a sprout appeared on the heap of dirt covering her tomb, which over the years became a peculiar tree, where a path was formed in its center, a path that led to the bottom of the tomb.

The old giant lived as a refugee most of his life, so when he got himself a piece of land he shared it with those who came to him looking for mercy. By the time the land turned into a town, it was attacked by an army that wanted to reclaim it when they discovered its potential.

With the open wound of the memories from the wars they escaped, the inhabitants defended their home. The giant joined the battle and he protected a group from an explosion and, to everyone's horror, all that was left of him was his burning hand.

Possessed by the anger of their loss, the villagers emerged victorious from the battle, and when they tried to move the hand of his beloved giant a curious magic portal was activated between his fingers. Some brave men crossed it and on the other side they found a fantastic land, which was for them the last gift of the giant.

A culture grew rapidly on the beautiful shores of an island, and at a point in their history, they changed the course of their rivers to gain ground, sacrificing part of the city in the process.

Back then, an old Wizard lived in the city. She was in the sundown of her life and secretly buried her spellbook under the frame of a building that would remain in the depths of the water.

She calmly observed the ceremonious sinking and died peacefully after that.

But with time, the overuse of natural resources brought to the loss of the freshwater mantles, and parts of the sunken city returned to the surface. It was then that some adventurers discovered a frame full of magic, without knowing that the spellbook was at its foundations.

The first creations of the gods led themselves to their own extermination. 

Without giving up, the gods used the clay that remained of their former children for the dawn of a new civilization, to transmit the learning of the past in this way. But even with this knowledge,  they kept fighting, ending in the same way as their predecessors.

The gods continued their work, making it better, but the result was the same. Desperated, they created their last children and, finally, among them there was a woman that understood the past.

So she dedicated her entire life to create a place where to keep the knowledge sheltered and which could be only accessed through a portal, for those who had the eyes to see and the patience to understand.

After a long journey, the travelers decided that the forest they came to would be their new home. However, strange events started after their arrival. Such as one day, when some inhabitants left at dawn and on their return at dusk they had aged, telling that they had spent several years in another land. And some nights, parties with music and laughter were heard in the forest glades and no one knew where they were coming from, filling their hearts with fear.

Then, a noble fairy appeared in a dream to the leader of the villagers and warned him that they were in danger in those lands for not being magical creatures. It was like this, that the settlers took their possessions and continued their search far from the forest and with the passing of time the magical beings took what was built by the intruders for their own.

Jealousy towards the other Sorcerer devoured him, so he kidnapped his daughter to sell her as a slave. An innocent girl who couldn't defend herself against him.

It wasn’t long till her father intercepted them and they immediately faced each other, but their spells went out of control, starting to transfigure them, engulfed by the elements that used to be their allies.

The first to leave was the jealous Sorcerer and the last one was the father, who had to endure seeing his daughter being transformed by magic, lying devoid of humanity and life. Knowing the irreversible fate that awaited them, he dragged himself towards her, hoping to take her in his arms one last time, without succeeding.

The warrior had his body full of scars, his hands and feet calloused; all his life he faced battles that were not his and didn’t mean a thing to him. Without a past or present, many like him died and were part of nameless tombs.

Called into action again by his kingdom, he had a strange moment of lucidity and began to wander in the middle of combat. And he walked and walked until he found himself in a strange forest, where a tree was calling for him.

The tree was hugging a stone frame tightly, and when he placed his eyes on them, the warrior dropped his sword and stepped through the stone frame, because he felt in his spirit that beyond it, a life with meaning was waiting for him.

A deadly disease struck the town. The bodies forgotten in the buildings and streets filled the town with the smell of death, and in this horror, in one house a woman had been lying on the floor next to her bed for days. Her skin clung to her bones, and every inch of her ached, and at the same time, her senses were trapped in a strange numbness.

One evening, with the little vision she had left, she looked at a crack in the wall and felt that her spirit was absorbed by the silence of the darkness towards the unknown.

In an instant she was walking lightly on her bony legs until she reached a well where an angel was residing. It offered to exchange her death for a wish, only the wish could not grant her life.

The woman extended her hand to give him the weak flame that represented her mortal life, and then she was allowed to enter the waters of the well to receive her wish, and so she did.

The kingdoms came together to fight the dragon that lurked their people and that had caused them great harm. The hunt lasted for days, a grueling feat without a break for either side.

When they got to the desert they ambushed the dragon after damaging his wings so he couldn't fly away. The badly wounded dragon ran clumsily, filled by exhaustion, spitting uncoordinated fire from his mouth. The armies took him to a trap, and as he fell into it, he was mortally wounded by the weapons inside it and the only thing that remained above the sand was his mouth, open for a final attack.

With his last breath he created a portal within his mouth, and since then the kingdoms have feared for what could come out of there.

Life on that planet stopped making sense to him. The scientist saw it coming, soon it wouldn’t be habitable, so he had to manage to travel to another planet, or dimension.

Could it be that in a parallel universe a version of himself had managed to find a cure for the destruction of his world? He didn't care if it wasn't like that, because at least he would have someone to have a decent talk with. And speaking of talking with someone, it occurred to him to create a robot who could activate the portal, as a kind of guide, because he had gotten bored of talking to the screens.

One day he took his things and activated the portal. If the portal didn't work, well, at least he had fun doing it.

“An evil Warlock she had to be”, the villagers decided the moment she arrived at the village, led by superstition and ignorance. Those malicious thoughts were born when they saw her cart full of books and plants, and discovered her autonomy and independence. They concluded that she must have been linked to demonic beings.

One night, she helped a man who had cut his leg with an unknown ointment of her own creation. Even though the man healed without problems, it was deemed as an act of demonic magic, so she was publicly sentenced and put to death.

They buried her in an unmarked grave in a dry place and a few days later a sprout appeared on the heap of dirt covering her tomb, which over the years became a peculiar tree, where a path was formed in its center, a path that led to the bottom of the tomb.

The old giant lived as a refugee most of his life, so when he got himself a piece of land he shared it with those who came to him looking for mercy. By the time the land turned into a town, it was attacked by an army that wanted to reclaim it when they discovered its potential.

With the open wound of the memories from the wars they escaped, the inhabitants defended their home. The giant joined the battle and he protected a group from an explosion and, to everyone's horror, all that was left of him was his burning hand.

Possessed by the anger of their loss, the villagers emerged victorious from the battle, and when they tried to move the hand of his beloved giant a curious magic portal was activated between his fingers. Some brave men crossed it and on the other side they found a fantastic land, which was for them the last gift of the giant.

A culture grew rapidly on the beautiful shores of an island, and at a point in their history, they changed the course of their rivers to gain ground, sacrificing part of the city in the process.

Back then, an old Wizard lived in the city. She was in the sundown of her life and secretly buried her spellbook under the frame of a building that would remain in the depths of the water.

She calmly observed the ceremonious sinking and died peacefully after that.

But with time, the overuse of natural resources brought to the loss of the freshwater mantles, and parts of the sunken city returned to the surface. It was then that some adventurers discovered a frame full of magic, without knowing that the spellbook was at its foundations.

The first creations of the gods led themselves to their own extermination. 

Without giving up, the gods used the clay that remained of their former children for the dawn of a new civilization, to transmit the learning of the past in this way. But even with this knowledge,  they kept fighting, ending in the same way as their predecessors.

The gods continued their work, making it better, but the result was the same. Desperated, they created their last children and, finally, among them there was a woman that understood the past.

So she dedicated her entire life to create a place where to keep the knowledge sheltered and which could be only accessed through a portal, for those who had the eyes to see and the patience to understand.

After a long journey, the travelers decided that the forest they came to would be their new home. However, strange events started after their arrival. Such as one day, when some inhabitants left at dawn and on their return at dusk they had aged, telling that they had spent several years in another land. And some nights, parties with music and laughter were heard in the forest glades and no one knew where they were coming from, filling their hearts with fear.

Then, a noble fairy appeared in a dream to the leader of the villagers and warned him that they were in danger in those lands for not being magical creatures. It was like this, that the settlers took their possessions and continued their search far from the forest and with the passing of time the magical beings took what was built by the intruders for their own.

Jealousy towards the other Sorcerer devoured him, so he kidnapped his daughter to sell her as a slave. An innocent girl who couldn't defend herself against him.

It wasn’t long till her father intercepted them and they immediately faced each other, but their spells went out of control, starting to transfigure them, engulfed by the elements that used to be their allies.

The first to leave was the jealous Sorcerer and the last one was the father, who had to endure seeing his daughter being transformed by magic, lying devoid of humanity and life. Knowing the irreversible fate that awaited them, he dragged himself towards her, hoping to take her in his arms one last time, without succeeding.

The warrior had his body full of scars, his hands and feet calloused; all his life he faced battles that were not his and didn’t mean a thing to him. Without a past or present, many like him died and were part of nameless tombs.

Called into action again by his kingdom, he had a strange moment of lucidity and began to wander in the middle of combat. And he walked and walked until he found himself in a strange forest, where a tree was calling for him.

The tree was hugging a stone frame tightly, and when he placed his eyes on them, the warrior dropped his sword and stepped through the stone frame, because he felt in his spirit that beyond it, a life with meaning was waiting for him.

A deadly disease struck the town. The bodies forgotten in the buildings and streets filled the town with the smell of death, and in this horror, in one house a woman had been lying on the floor next to her bed for days. Her skin clung to her bones, and every inch of her ached, and at the same time, her senses were trapped in a strange numbness.

One evening, with the little vision she had left, she looked at a crack in the wall and felt that her spirit was absorbed by the silence of the darkness towards the unknown.

In an instant she was walking lightly on her bony legs until she reached a well where an angel was residing. It offered to exchange her death for a wish, only the wish could not grant her life.

The woman extended her hand to give him the weak flame that represented her mortal life, and then she was allowed to enter the waters of the well to receive her wish, and so she did.