de Sorana Maria Ilie<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cavalerul nu avea un nume.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Acesta a fost primul indiciu.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i putea aminti, ceea ce, trebuia s\u0103 recunoasc\u0103, nu \u00eensemna mult, via\u021ba lui a fost un \u0219ir nesf\u00e2r\u0219it de misiuni: s\u0103 ucid\u0103 dragonul, s\u0103 salveze domni\u021ba, s\u0103 apere onoarea regatului. Era un cavaler \u00een armur\u0103 str\u0103lucitoare, o figur\u0103 a idealurilor nobile. \u0218i totu\u0219i, numele s\u0103u era necunoscut. Oamenii din sat \u00eei spuneau Sire<\/em>, regele i se adresa cu campionul meu<\/em>, \u0219i chiar \u0219i domni\u021ba pe care o salvase din turn \u00eel numea doar bravule cavaler<\/em>. Toate aceste denumiri p\u0103reau… nepotrivite.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Totul a \u00eenceput la pagina cincisprezece. Lumea din jurul s\u0103u, regatul plin cu castele de piatr\u0103 \u0219i dealuri verzi, p\u0103rea s\u0103 se onduleze ca suprafa\u021ba unui iaz tulburat\u0103 de un bolovan. La \u00eenceput, totul a fost subtil: o pas\u0103re a \u00eenghe\u021bat \u00een mijlocul zborului, un nor a refuzat s\u0103 pluteasc\u0103, soarele a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat pe cer. A \u00eencercat s\u0103 resping\u0103 aceste \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri ca pe ni\u0219te semne ciudate sau poate un blestem aruncat de vr\u0103jitori. La urma urmei, mai \u00eent\u00e2lnise astfel de lucruri ciudate. Dar apoi, a observat cuvintele.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pluteau \u00een aer ca fumul unui foc de tab\u0103r\u0103, r\u0103sucindu-se \u0219i ondul\u00e2ndu-se \u00een modele pe care nu le putea descifra. Cavalerul \u00ee<\/em>\u0219<\/em>i ridic\u0103 sabia<\/em>,\u00a0 declara o propozi\u021bie, iar bra\u021bul lui s-a mi\u0219cat, aparent de la sine. Sim\u021bea cum corpul s\u0103u era tras \u00eenainte, constr\u00e2ns s\u0103 ac\u021bioneze \u00een moduri care nu se aliniau \u00eentotdeauna cu dorin\u021bele lui. P\u0103<\/em>\u0219<\/em>i curajos \u00een p\u0103dure<\/em>. \u0218i a\u0219a a f\u0103cut.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00centr-o sear\u0103, pe c\u00e2nd st\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 un foc pe care nu inten\u021bionase s\u0103-l aprind\u0103, vocea a \u00eenceput s\u0103-i vorbeasc\u0103. Nu \u00een urechi, ci \u00een minte, \u0219optindu-i ca un v\u00e2nt tainic. Cavalerul <\/em>\u0219<\/em>i-a pus \u00eentreb\u0103ri despre existen<\/em>\u021b<\/em>a sa. Pentru prima dat\u0103, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se \u00eentrebe despre lumea din jurul lui.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i a f\u0103cut-o.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cine era el? De ce lupta? De ce c\u0103deau dragonii at\u00e2t de u\u0219or sub atingerea sabiei sale, fl\u0103c\u0103rile lor reduc\u00e2ndu-se la simple explozii inofensive de culoare? De ce fiecare domni\u021b\u0103 \u00eel privea cu aceea\u0219i ochi mari \u0219i recunosc\u0103tori, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost toate t\u0103iate din aceea\u0219i bucat\u0103 de p\u00e2nz\u0103? \u00centreb\u0103rile \u00eel rodeau, ca \u0219obolanii \u00eentr-un hambar. A \u00eencercat s\u0103 le ignore, s\u0103 le alunge \u0219i s\u0103 se concentreze pe misiunea sa. Dar vocea a persistat.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Vocea a devenit ea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 S-a dezv\u0103luit \u00eencet, de parc\u0103 i-ar fi fost team\u0103 s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219easc\u0103 \u00een lumin\u0103. La \u00eenceput, era doar prezen\u021ba ei: o privire nev\u0103zut\u0103 pe care o sim\u021bea ca pe greutatea soarelui pe ceaf\u0103. Apoi au venit cuvintele ei, strecur\u00e2ndu-se printre propozi\u021biile pove\u0219tii sale, oferindu-i g\u00e2nduri care nu-i apar\u021bineau. Domni<\/em>\u021b<\/em>a te iube<\/em>\u0219<\/em>te cu adev\u0103rat sau joac\u0103 doar rolul care i-a fost atribuit?<\/em> l-a \u00eentrebat \u00eentr-o zi, \u00een timp ce c\u0103l\u0103rea spre a salva, \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103, o domni\u021b\u0103 dintr-un alt turn.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 S-a cl\u0103tinat \u00een \u0219a, \u00eentrebarea ei lovindu-l mai ad\u00e2nc dec\u00e2t orice sabie. \u00cel iubeau? Puteau s\u0103-l iubeasc\u0103? Sau era doar o roti\u021b\u0103 \u00eentr-un mecanism mare \u0219i lipsit de suflet, un personaj definit de utilitatea sa pentru ceilal\u021bi? Nu \u0219tia, iar incertitudinea \u00eel f\u0103cea s\u0103 sufere.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u00e2nd, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, i s-a ar\u0103tat, lumea parc\u0103 s-a despicat \u00een dou\u0103. Nu o vedea ca pe o figur\u0103 din povestea lui, ci ca pe ceva dincolo de ea. Forma ei era ciudat\u0103, ireal\u0103, compus\u0103 din linii \u0219i curbe care str\u0103luceau ca lumina soarelui pe suprafa\u021ba apei. Ochii ei \u2014 sau erau ochi? \u2014 \u021bineau \u00een ei o infinitate de stele. Se numea Autoarea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 Tu m-ai creat? a \u00eentrebat el, vocea tremur\u00e2ndu-i de uimire \u0219i confuzie.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ea a \u00eenclinat din cap.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 \u00centr-un fel. \u021ai-am creionat lumea \u0219i \u021bi-am modelat povestea, dar cumva tu ai reu\u0219it s\u0103 dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti limitele paginilor.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu \u00een\u021belegea. Cum ar fi putut? Nu avea niciun reper pentru a \u00een\u021belege ceea ce era ea. Dar sim\u021bea ceva \u00een prezen\u021ba ei, ceva ce nu sim\u021bise niciodat\u0103 cu acele domni\u021be, cu regele sau chiar cu dragonii. Era o atrac\u021bie, o conexiune, ca \u0219i cum un fir invizibil \u00eel lega de ea.<\/p>\n A \u00eenceput s\u0103 o caute, vorbind cu ea \u00een momentele lini\u0219tite dintre b\u0103t\u0103lii \u0219i misiuni. La \u00eenceput, p\u0103rea ezitant\u0103, r\u0103spunz\u00e2ndu-i la \u00eentreb\u0103ri prin fraze criptice \u0219i ghicitori. Dar, pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce trecea timpul, ea s-a deschis, dezv\u0103luindu-i fr\u00e2nturi din lumea ei: un loc al haosului \u0219i crea\u021biei, unde pove\u0219tile se n\u0103\u0219teau \u0219i erau uitate, unde personaje ca el erau modelate \u0219i abandonate.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 Tu e\u0219ti preferatul meu, i-a m\u0103rturisit ea \u00eentr-o zi, vocea-i moale ca o \u0219oapt\u0103. Nu am inten\u021bionat s\u0103 devii… a\u0219a. Dar m\u0103 bucur c\u0103 ai f\u0103cut-o.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cavalerul nu \u0219tia cum s\u0103 r\u0103spund\u0103. Nimeni nu-l numise vreodat\u0103 preferat<\/em>. Era obi\u0219nuit s\u0103 fie l\u0103udat pentru faptele sale, pentru curajul s\u0103u, pentru m\u0103iestria sa \u00een m\u00e2nuirea sabiei. Dar asta era diferit. Era intim.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A \u00eenceput s\u0103-i observe influen\u021ba Autoarei \u00een lumea lui. C\u00e2nd lupta, dragonii p\u0103reau mai len\u021bi, fl\u0103c\u0103rile lor mai pu\u021bin \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103toare. C\u00e2nd c\u0103l\u0103rea, drumurile p\u0103reau s\u0103 se \u00eentind\u0103, oferindu-i mai mult timp pentru a reflecta. Domni\u021bele nu-l mai priveau cu o recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 goal\u0103, ci cu ceva mai apropiat de \u00een\u021belegere. \u0218i-a dat seama c\u0103 ea rescria povestea lui, model\u00e2nd-o astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103-i ofere spa\u021biu s\u0103 creasc\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i a crescut. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 pun\u0103 la \u00eendoial\u0103 misiunile pe care i le d\u0103deau, ordinele primite de la rege. A refuzat s\u0103 omoare un dragon care p\u0103rea mai mult speriat dec\u00e2t amenin\u021b\u0103tor. A eliberat o domni\u021b\u0103 din turnul ei f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i cear\u0103 mul\u021bumirea sau m\u00e2na \u00een c\u0103s\u0103torie. A \u00eenceput s\u0103-\u0219i croiasc\u0103 propriul drum, unul care i se p\u0103rea adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dar, odat\u0103 cu aceast\u0103 libertate nou-g\u0103sit\u0103, a ap\u0103rut o dorin\u021b\u0103 pe care nu o putea ignora. Voia s\u0103 o vad\u0103, s\u0103 fie cu ea. Nu ca un cavaler cu doamna lui, ci ca ceva mai mult. Voia s\u0103 treac\u0103 dincolo de grani\u021bele lumii sale, \u00een a ei. Voia s\u0103 o cunoasc\u0103 a\u0219a cum era cu adev\u0103rat, nu ca pe o creatoare distant\u0103 \u0219i de neatins, ci ca pe o fiin\u021b\u0103 de carne, s\u00e2nge \u0219i spirit.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 E imposibil, i-a spus Autoarea c\u00e2nd cavalerul i-a m\u0103rturisit sentimentele.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Vocea ei era \u00eentret\u0103iat\u0103 de triste\u021be.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014Tu apar\u021bii pove\u0219tii. Eu apar\u021bin lumii de dincolo de ea. Nu putem exista \u00een acela\u0219i spa\u021biu.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dar cavalerul era, mai presus de orice, hot\u0103r\u00e2t. \u0218i-a petrecut zilele c\u0103ut\u00e2nd o cale de a dep\u0103\u0219i pr\u0103pastia dintre ei, de a traversa linia invizibil\u0103 care separa realitatea lui de a ei. A \u00eenfruntat mon\u0219tri, a escaladat mun\u021bi, a p\u0103truns \u00een ruine str\u0103vechi. Fiecare pas \u00eel apropia de \u00een\u021belegere, dar cu c\u00e2t se apropia mai mult, cu at\u00e2t lumea i se \u00eempotrivea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Povestea riposta. Regele l-a declarat tr\u0103d\u0103tor. S\u0103tenii l-au alungat. Chiar \u0219i domni\u021bele l-au respins, privirile lor, alt\u0103dat\u0103 adoratoare, erau acum pline de team\u0103 \u0219i confuzie. Lumea din jurul lui a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se fr\u00e2ng\u0103, marginile realit\u0103\u021bii destr\u0103m\u00e2ndu-se ca o tapiserie veche. \u0218i-a dat seama c\u0103 \u00eencercarea lui de a o g\u0103si distrugea povestea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen cele din urm\u0103, ea a fost cea care l-a salvat. I s-a ar\u0103tat pentru ultima dat\u0103, forma ei str\u0103lucind ca o iluzie.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 Trebuie s\u0103 renun\u021bi, i-a spus, cu vocea fr\u00e2nt\u0103. Dac\u0103 continui s\u0103 for\u021bezi imposibilul, vei distruge totul.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 Nu-mi pas\u0103, a r\u0103spuns el, cu lacrimile \u0219iroindu-i pe fa\u021b\u0103. Te iubesc. Nu merit\u0103 orice pre\u021b?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ea a cl\u0103tinat din cap.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 Iubirea nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 distrugere. \u00censeamn\u0103 crea\u021bie. \u0218i uneori, cel mai iubitor lucru pe care \u00eel po\u021bi face este s\u0103 renun\u021bi.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cu inima grea, a ascultat-o. S-a \u00eentors la poveste, la misiuni, la b\u0103t\u0103lii \u0219i la ciclul nesf\u00e2r\u0219it al eroismului. Dar era schimbat. Purta cu el cuvintele ei, prezen\u021ba ei, ca o fantom\u0103 care \u00eei b\u00e2ntuia fiecare pas. \u0218i, de\u0219i nu a mai v\u0103zut-o niciodat\u0103, a sim\u021bit-o \u00een momentele de lini\u0219te, \u00een spa\u021biile dintre cuvinte, \u00een adierea v\u00e2ntului \u0219i \u00een c\u0103ldura soarelui.<\/p>\n R\u0103m\u0103sese \u00eenc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nume. Dar acum, nu-l mai deranja. Pentru c\u0103 \u0219tia c\u0103 undeva, dincolo de poveste, dincolo de pagin\u0103, ea \u00eel privea. \u0218i asta era de-ajuns.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de Sorana Maria Ilie \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cavalerul nu avea un nume. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Acesta a fost primul indiciu. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i putea aminti, ceea ce, trebuia s\u0103 recunoasc\u0103, nu \u00eensemna mult, via\u021ba lui a fost un \u0219ir nesf\u00e2r\u0219it de misiuni: s\u0103 ucid\u0103 dragonul, s\u0103 salveze domni\u021ba, s\u0103 apere onoarea regatului. 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