Photo Of The Day: 27/06/2011 "pérfidus, Bóndidus, And Counterspell"

The sky was threatening storm. Already announced the prophecy. Happen, the fourth night after the second new moon after the birth of the elect. A little more than nine months, the prince of these parts, Bóndidus, had fallen into a deep sleep, a prey to the curse of his cousin Pérfidus. They had grown up together, as the kings Bóndidus parents had died during a plague epidemic, which decimated the population, was now twenty five years. Poppea, the kind his mother's sister, took the small and raised him with the same love as his own son. Her husband, a rundown Duke, which kept most fortunate name, never had sympathy for the small, but accepted, guided by the ambition to think, that this orphan someday become king. The greed of the father, took its toll on Pérfidus, who grew up envying and hating everything his cousin got. When they were young and marriageable, Bóndidus, fell for Flavia, a beautiful girl. Soon married and according to tradition, the birth of their first child, the young couple occupy the throne. Lover of witchcraft and prey to greed, Pérfidus, aided by his father, hatched an evil plan to take the newlyweds to their legitimate right.

The laws provide that if for any reason, the heir to the throne, not occupied, after four nights of the second new moon after his first child being born, the crown would be ceded to the nearest blood relative of the same generation. Willing to whatever, in order to get the royal tiara, devised a spell by which, mysteriously, Bóndidus fell into a deep slumber, which only wake up, after the date of coronation. Just in time to suffer, seeing a second time, fate truncated his fate. However, fed up with pride, disparaged the intelligence of the two women. Poppaea discovered the treacherous plans of her husband and son. Not recognized, could not understand, he had shared bed with such a despicable being. Insides ached at the thought that the precious baby that had grown in her womb, had become miserable young man without scruples. Overcoming the deep sorrow of his heart, spoke to Flavia, to stop such villainy.

Protected by the darkness of the night, went to the haunted Bóndidus, a watchtower on the border of the kingdom, near the cliffs. He was kept hidden away from the clutches of their malefactors. The neighboring country, sent for Kaeser, old magician and friend of the family. With your help, applied a spell on father and son to bed looking at him lying on Bóndidus believe it and not notice its absence. Thus, the young man could make his home, without arousing suspicion. Once saved, a Counterspell Kaeser asked for that at the very moment in which Pérfidus did wake his cousin, he unleashed a terrible storm as a tornado swirled around the palace. Making the air to rise so high that fail to appreciate the view, then plummet to the ground and tear it apart, making microscopic dust particles. When the time comes, quietly gathered all his subjects in the watchtower. In silence, holding each other and with eyes closed, endured the throes of a violent blizzard. When calm returned, and the clouds cleared away, could see Bóndidus, already awake and free from evil spells, kissing her tenderly shoot and took the hands of Pope and Flavia.

On top of crowns and thrones, in that distant country, reigned forever love and happiness.

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