Magic exists. It is a dimension between what we perceive as the real world and what we understand as imaginary world. It is exactly a match between what we feel and what they really can not see, hear or feel.
This is what the players learned the following story, about children, as they grow older, they forgot to play.
The three spells
all happened in the small town of Niqueral. One day, an old man who was engaged in peddling toys came with his ramshackle CARRU aje to the quiet town. The man was dressed as a Harlequin, an act for which called the attention of all visitors. In the letters of his peculiar vehicle could read: sell magic and illusion. He claimed he was a great magician . Adults only dedicated to her looks of disapproval and contempt and laughed at him. But what could you expect from people who only could live for work? Rich and poor share the same load.
was not like youth, he knew that the youngest had unparalleled power to perform its magic: the illusion. Children of all ages were to meet the seller quirky, while teaching extrañísimos toys and objects of dubious utility, gaped with Harlequin demonstrating skills to charm. That was his first spell of magic.
At first it was all because none of the children could buy anything. All came from families very poor and even many of them had to work. But the enthusiastic Harlequin was not satisfied with them having a good time dreaming and laughing. And gave each of the children, one of her wonderful handmade toys. And before leaving, gave the special toy, a harlequin smiling, the youngest child. Knowing that she would keep the doll, with pure magic, all your desires, memories and dreams. And waited and had faith that the children never cease to play, do not forget the magic he had given them and that someday they would be able to convey. And so I decided this was the second spell.
Happy, happy and with a big smile on his face from Harlequin, the old man went in search of other cities and never returned. In Niqueral, over the years. The city grew, business boomed. Families were no longer so poor, it could have everything and the children had more toys. But the more you have, the shorter was the magical relationship between waiting and have. No one wanted to have old dolls and handmade, all wanted the newer ones, although they were all alike. So many years passed and the difference between toys that became a relic, an object of value to possess.
This was so one night, the wealthy elite of Niqueral held a big auction to sell the wonderful toys that one day an old seller of handmade dolls gave his grandparents. was held in the City Hall in the presence of the most famous of the city.
bid up very high price to get a toy. - 1500! ... 2700! ... 5,000! ... Awarded! But those toys were made to play only and something unimaginable happened that night. Just when the clock struck twelve o'clock that Saturday, sold one of the most valuable: the harlequin. Seconds later, the participants of this lost consciousness and became one toy they bought. Lost his memory, his identity and could only admit one thing: they had to play.
were punished to live the same day until they understand and recognize the lesson. Then, each morning to awaken people as toys, the palace became a great room of dolls and at nightfall, when the auction will be held again become flesh and blood. Only one of them noticed that something strange was happening and toy Harlequin was the key to unraveling the mystery and was writing in a journal discovered what each new day but forgot, needed help. This happened a long time, until one afternoon, some children led by the newspaper that they found by chance, entered the great hall of the dolls. After talking with Harlequin, took as their mission the power to undo the spell that had transformed. And the evening of that day, thanks to the enthusiasm and hope that all of them overturned, could prevent the Harlequin doll was adjudicated and sentenced not be more than a useless object. All participants in the auction awoke from the dream and at last I understood: toys should only be used to play. Not only were again people, also returned to childhood. Returned the magic of memories, dreams and fantasy. This was the third spell you wanted to create the Harlequin.
This is what the players learned the following story, about children, as they grow older, they forgot to play.
The three spells
all happened in the small town of Niqueral. One day, an old man who was engaged in peddling toys came with his ramshackle CARRU aje to the quiet town. The man was dressed as a Harlequin, an act for which called the attention of all visitors. In the letters of his peculiar vehicle could read: sell magic and illusion. He claimed he was a great magician . Adults only dedicated to her looks of disapproval and contempt and laughed at him. But what could you expect from people who only could live for work? Rich and poor share the same load.
was not like youth, he knew that the youngest had unparalleled power to perform its magic: the illusion. Children of all ages were to meet the seller quirky, while teaching extrañísimos toys and objects of dubious utility, gaped with Harlequin demonstrating skills to charm. That was his first spell of magic.
At first it was all because none of the children could buy anything. All came from families very poor and even many of them had to work. But the enthusiastic Harlequin was not satisfied with them having a good time dreaming and laughing. And gave each of the children, one of her wonderful handmade toys. And before leaving, gave the special toy, a harlequin smiling, the youngest child. Knowing that she would keep the doll, with pure magic, all your desires, memories and dreams. And waited and had faith that the children never cease to play, do not forget the magic he had given them and that someday they would be able to convey. And so I decided this was the second spell.
Happy, happy and with a big smile on his face from Harlequin, the old man went in search of other cities and never returned. In Niqueral, over the years. The city grew, business boomed. Families were no longer so poor, it could have everything and the children had more toys. But the more you have, the shorter was the magical relationship between waiting and have. No one wanted to have old dolls and handmade, all wanted the newer ones, although they were all alike. So many years passed and the difference between toys that became a relic, an object of value to possess.
This was so one night, the wealthy elite of Niqueral held a big auction to sell the wonderful toys that one day an old seller of handmade dolls gave his grandparents. was held in the City Hall in the presence of the most famous of the city.
bid up very high price to get a toy. - 1500! ... 2700! ... 5,000! ... Awarded! But those toys were made to play only and something unimaginable happened that night. Just when the clock struck twelve o'clock that Saturday, sold one of the most valuable: the harlequin. Seconds later, the participants of this lost consciousness and became one toy they bought. Lost his memory, his identity and could only admit one thing: they had to play.
were punished to live the same day until they understand and recognize the lesson. Then, each morning to awaken people as toys, the palace became a great room of dolls and at nightfall, when the auction will be held again become flesh and blood. Only one of them noticed that something strange was happening and toy Harlequin was the key to unraveling the mystery and was writing in a journal discovered what each new day but forgot, needed help. This happened a long time, until one afternoon, some children led by the newspaper that they found by chance, entered the great hall of the dolls. After talking with Harlequin, took as their mission the power to undo the spell that had transformed. And the evening of that day, thanks to the enthusiasm and hope that all of them overturned, could prevent the Harlequin doll was adjudicated and sentenced not be more than a useless object. All participants in the auction awoke from the dream and at last I understood: toys should only be used to play. Not only were again people, also returned to childhood. Returned the magic of memories, dreams and fantasy. This was the third spell you wanted to create the Harlequin.
End
Patricia Djembé
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