Listen👂 to this audio supported by images📷, it is full of irregular verbs just to you. What if you later, tell me an little story using this structure and vocabulary if you wish about whatever you think and desire. Upload it here😉!
https://padlet.com/mateoarangolo/n4qm8l6a5hfjgwbr
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Aquí está el flipbook📔, léelo con detenimiento y escúchalo. Luego de verlo, quiero que dejes tus comentarios en Padlet en inglés, acerca de la historia. La historia esta nutrida de verbos irregulares así que abrí bien los ojos👀 para verlos y aguza las orejas para escucharlos🔊. diviértete. Dejo, además, algunas imágenes que te ayudaran al momento de dar tu opinión en inglés.
Who is the warden?
https://padlet.com/mateoarangolo/n4qm8l6a5hfjgwbr
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Aquí está el flipbook📔, léelo con detenimiento y escúchalo. Luego de verlo, quiero que dejes tus comentarios en Padlet en inglés, acerca de la historia. La historia esta nutrida de verbos irregulares así que abrí bien los ojos👀 para verlos y aguza las orejas para escucharlos🔊. diviértete. Dejo, además, algunas imágenes que te ayudaran al momento de dar tu opinión en inglés.
Dejo esta story📜 aquí abajo, la cual es
un complemento de lo que ya experimentaste, léela en voz alta y con música suave
de fondo🔉. Practica tus Reading skills💪. La primera parte es la información del
personaje principal y, un poco más abajo, se ubica la historia donde dicho
personaje participa. Esta lectura es enriquecida tanto en verbos regulares como irregulares.😉
Who is the warden?
About the nature of his exist: Male, dark skin, very long dark curly hear, black tattoos of runes on his shoulders and slim as well as fast.
About his personality: Honourable and fair and pacific yet rude. Golden heart and easy to be influenced. Physically as mentally strong and honest like passionate. too innocent for sometimes is almost naive. Faithful just as easy going, confident like good leader and strange as outgoing and social.
About his role: He is a black warden witch is a fool or a brave man who sold his own soul to a powerful oath in the name of peace and honour. Thus, he cannot eat meat or lay with a woman or man. He cannot even lie or fight against someone who cannot nor kill someone who cannot defend by herself or himself, even kill by surprise is forbidden. Do evil or suspect about gods’ beauty and suspect about his masters is avoid too. Scepticism is his condemnation yet doubt is part of his integrity. Basically he cannot be a man, he pretends to be a man of rock and steel. He uses a heavy full armour and a very long sword. He is pacifist but it does not means he will do nothing about evil. When he arrived, pray your actions were good or he will know it…
About his story: His father was not at his side, thus anyone taught him how to be a brave and a great man. He grew up as soft and tender as his mother. Time ago, he only was a scared boy, a coward, an ugly and a dirty one. Each and every boy bothered him for his size and his strange curly hear and dark skin… qualities uncommon on this land of big men with withe skin. No one loved him apart from his mother who passed away too soon, just as fast as he surrendered against his own fairs, sadness and hunger. But… One day he just defeated his fears and became strong. One day he just does not care about what people used to say. One day, people around him felt secure and inexplicably happy and all women wanted to embrace him. I know not how that happened nor I thought it to be like this, perhaps he discovered how to use the hanger and the sadness to saved his own weak soul. Or, he probably did a deal with demons or gods… What cares is that, that very kid became in a powerful man… I have seen that so many times, those who made the love to sadness, hunger, lonely, ego and cowardice has only two ways: take away their own miserable lives or wait for their moment to die. Even thought, there are those who stand and embrace their sadness, hunger, lonely and cowardice to know what truly means happiness, confident, lonely and bravery!! And, I possess reasons to indeed consider that man did that! That is why people just admire, accept and love him without even knowing why. Someone as him called the blackwarden’ intention. And today he is one of the greatest blackwarden ever.
About what really is important for him: His own honour is all what cares. Is in his honour that all his good things and good acts hang of. He will die before lost his own honour.
The final Breath
Wherever we step we abandon not ours. When I heard about traitors among us, I decided I had to see them with my own very eyes. I made my path to meet them. Once I called them brothers and sisters…thus... I had to try to reason with them. _why have you abandoned our own? _ I said. They slowly surrounded me and roared: _a man dog is out of his litter? _ (…) _why have abandoned our own? _ I screamed _why would a black warden serves Apollyon? _ They murmured. _WHY HAVE YOU ABANDONED OUR OWN!? _ I repeated strongly. They changed looks, showed their steels then, running as wolves barked: _SLAY THAT DOG!!_ I took my sword and the clashed between steel, flesh and blood began!! I defeated soul by soul fast and without letting them to suffer in pain until the last surrendered. I holstered my steel and I accepted his honourable act taking away his weapon, but, from the shadows, an arrow hit my right leg and more rebels appeared. Ohh They beat me good!! If Apollyon would not have appeared in that very moment…I…I would had met the death itself. She fairly easy cut heads and hands dancing a brutal dance that tried to cause more pain than rapid deaths. I raised my body, I took away the arrow from my flesh and I joined to Apollyon in battle letting traitors to taste my blade once again. I kept fighting until that who recently had surrendered attack me with his very hands. To honoured that battle, I dropped my sword and I finished his life with my fingers. Some others surrendered so I saved their lives from Apollyon’s blade. Apollyon hugging me said – I got you black warden. Sooner Apollyon’s’ lads came. Those traitors who surrendered stayed kneel in from of Apollyon that observed them with strange curiosity… after several minutes two traitors desperately attacked Apollyon but she just dominated them and gave not an end to their lives. Finally, Apollyon said looking at the rest of kneel traitors _YOU DO KNOW, what kind of creature wait for being scarify? -she let few seconds to past... then she continued- …sheep... aye… It is… sheep… Apollyon seemed to wish for more traitors to attack her. After a long moment of deep silent, she, somehow disappointed, turned her body in an indescribably way cutting all kneel men’s head only with one hit of her great sword. I cursed opening my eyes as if they were going to jump away from its holes. I decided in that very moment that I would slay Apollyon at any cost, but her lads stopped me. Apollyon slowly took a look on my direction without really see me and said hugging those two traitors who attacked her before: “be welcome among us, WOLVES!!”_ Then she added, definitely pointing at me _ black warden you still have your valued honour, if someone lost something here, surely were they –pronounced pointing at the recently decapitated men_ I screamed to her wrestling with her lads _ those who do evil deserve to be punished, but those who see evil and do nothing deserve not… HONOURABLE DEATH!!_ I freed from her lads and I could took my sword on my right hand but… the last I remember is that she happily pronounced: “OH, A SHEEPDOG!!”_ Them, I guess, I was hit in my head and I lost my conscience.
I opened my eyes in a traitors’ prison. I was tortured, humiliated and accused of dishonour. The Black warden's order left me there to die silently. After cursed in silent, the gods and myself, my soul became broken… the biggest fear of my life conquered my spirit… I felt I lost my entirely own honour...I was… a… DISHONOUR SOUL!!… I deserved not to possess life at all for the right path was lost. I remember that, inside of that wretched prison, next to me, there was a woman. She always saw my outbursts of anger, my tears liking my face and my silence screams. She was a real traitor as those I met before. She was trying hard to speak with me but I ignored her until I saw how some jailers hit her for saving portions of her miserable food to give it to a friend of her who was punished of eating nothing until death can satisfy its hunger. She was a traitor, that friend of her too, yet both humans of flesh... Her acts were worthy and honourable even for traitor. I looked at her carefully for a while. Even then, after the exemplary punishment of those bastard jailers, she continued sneaking away to bring a smile, a loaf of hard bread and a jug with doubtful water to that friend of her. With her ways and her nature, somehow, remained me who really I was….
If I had not managed to distract the jailers, they would have caught her on one opportunity. I gave her my food then she could eat to feel stronger to help that friend of her. Nevertheless, jailers discovered us and took us inside of a dark room in the base of a coast, not without tortured us before... We were down there without clothes and completely tied by corroded chains to the mossy wall. In that very nebulous silent she broke saying_ You are not a real traitor… then, why helped me? _ I answered not. Then she vocalised once again: _ for someone’s else plans you indeed are a traitor…however… deeper inside you, you are not traitor… You are… completely faithfully with yourself my lord… even if defend what you consider good means evil and injustice come from others to you, you, anyway, do it… _ that was an augury of very hope I felt so human again… I saw her, I sensed her brown eyes inside my heart. Sooner, my entirely soul claimed to already love her soul since the first time I hear her delicate voice _ I even know not your name my lord, nevertheless, I love you since the truly beginning…_ Said she. Hot and salty water coming from the coast began to flood that bloody place. That moment we remembered what that room was for. Desperately we tried to free ourselves from the chains’ hug. I looked to her and she found my eyes, then she tried uselessly to break the chains and returned her eyes to me pressing her strong square teeth and deforming her beauty face. Soon, the water licked her beauty breasts and her long wild hair started to move kindly following the water’s rhythms. I saw her with resigned eyes, she refused me and continued forcing the chains, she saw me again, finding my eyes once again and she said: _I DO LOVE YOU, my lord_ I took a deep breath to embrace the salty waters and I said: _I DO KNOW THAT, my lady!! _ Then water covered us and her screams became in bubbles, in seconds my eyes could not see her again, my ears could not hear her again, my nose could not smell her again… just silent but my thoughts… once again I was only with myself as always I have. My lungs still got air for few seconds… TO WHAT END?… those last seconds... WHAT COULD BE WORTH ENOUGH… of being thought at the truly end of life!? as it is said, when you are about to die and you are aware of it, you are supposed to remember your whole life, but I could not... I felt fingers on my face they touched softy my hair, then my eyes and my nose, finally my lips. Those fingers pressed my mouth and I felt a hug of silk… “a valkyrja?” ... said I with intelligible images in my mind. Soon, a felt how two small lips bit mine taking away that salty taste and putting in its place a sweet one. Graciously, that kiss gave me air!! Those little lips disappeared and returned several times repeating the same steps, touching my hair, eyes, nose and finally my lips. There was a moment when the valkyrja returned to me and kissed me airless but the biggest love in the world within. Our lips continued united and the only thing that arrived to my mind was my final action and its emotions… it was love… deep feelings for that lady of mystery name that I called valkyrja… so I remembered one last thing before the bubbles separated our lips… live as it were the end…now all got sense!!…
Every and each spelling mistake means a hug from me to you dear reader. Postscript: apologies for the length of the writing, I got inspire that very night ...JO! I am just a humble student that end his writing convinced himself of done a master job!! this story was influence and inspire from the world of "for honour"
Writer: Casaco Honor✏
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