Dear Hector, Priam’s son,
Ten years has passed since I saw you, how is going the forests near your home?
I can remember of mangoes tree, that one where we were on the mornings with Euclides studying philosophy, thinking about it, now I’m sure about the veracity of the work of Homero, except some parts, of course, but it’s a talk for other letter, in another time. I’m interested in your news, I have heard that you became the best warrior of the sorrounding lands, and they say that you will be a honored King. I feel happy when I heard this kind of news about you, my brother, and I hope that the jealousy Macan does not disturb your kingdom. He needs a home, a woman to love, childs, and a good place as a captain of your army, give him a troop to train, it could be worth at all.
It's political enough for today, I miss you, and I miss the air of there, the green grass, the flowers, ah did you remember when we get that sword on annual championship? You've looked happy like a child with his new toy, this image is branded in my memory,
because I cannot forget what this sword have done to your, its fury, its rage, as destructive as mortal. But here, in the darkness, I could saw you became blind by its fury, and by what it wishes, -only dead can survive- you said. I have saw you branding the face of our enemies with blood of vengeance, tainting the name of our father. You have done it very well, there's a rumor that goes in your front, freezing your enemies before you kill them.
You have not been the brother I met. When child, you not grown and became a man, you became a beast, how of blood is sufficiently for your stupid rage? How many innocent people you will kill just for desire? It’s time to stop. Have you get married yet? I’ve heard so, I also heard that you now, have a child. And brother, I wish to say you one more thing, take care of them, take care of your country, and of your citizens, don't being a crazy king looking for blood after the walls, but looking for love and prosperity for your family and for the enviroment.
Keep the gardens of our father working, lock that sword, and burn the key if possible, I will wait more ten years in the darkness, after I’ll stand up from the shadows and walk to my home, my time here is long yet, long like the desert, and each grain of sand will turn to hope in each heart in our kingdom. But, up on all this, I miss you brother, I never want the things like it is.
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