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Damian was a very thin boy, so thin that the breeze could push him around. He lived in a world at constant war, and he knew he had to be strong and cold to survive. Yet, he just wanted to be happy.
One day, Damian was on his way to the market to sell about seven apples, which was a lot for the food shortage they lived in. But no matter what situation he found himself in, nothing stopped Damian from singing and dancing on his way to the market.
He would tap the ground with his heel, without lifting his feet, and create a percussive rhythm. Without stopping moving his heel, he arched his body, then shaded his forehead with his hand and scrutinized the sky with a single glance.
"I'm looking for you," said a faint voice.
"I want a shooting star," Damian sang. His voice rose in pitch until it became a song.
"I wish peace to reign, peace to reign," he pointed to the sky and continued his song. "And from its light flashes the end of the storm, a rainbow announcing; peace has come, peace has come."
Damian danced and sang all the way to the market, not noticing the soldier at the entrance. He collided with the soldier in an awkward turn, and the soldier angrily asked, "What's the matter with you, weirdo?"
Damian felt as if he had crashed into a pole, but when he looked up and saw the size of the soldier, he screamed like a little girl. In an attempt to apologize, he tried to shake the soldier's uniform, but to his surprise, when he touched the uniform, the soldier was strangely thrown up into the air. The sergeant shouted, "Hey, what have you done?"
Damian raised his hands and dropped the bag of apples. "I barely touched it," he said. "Look at me. I don't have the strength to fight."
The sergeant looked at Damian and realized the boy was telling the truth. Damian was thin and frail, but he couldn't explain how he had managed to knock the soldier out.
The sergeant crossed his eyebrows, "Okay," he said. "I believe him. It wasn't on purpose, but I still need some new recruits and with what I saw, I think you'll make a good soldier."
Damian's face darkened and cracked like glass.
The sergeant ordered the soldiers : "Put him in the convoy". But Damian resisted and tried to escape saying "I'm not going with you anywhere" and ran off, dodging one, then two others, until one of them grabbed him by the legs and pulled him down.
They lifted him up to try to get him into the vehicle, but Damian spread his legs and got stuck in the door. "I'm not going, I tell you" Damian shouted again.
As if he were a rag doll, they unhooked him and when they pulled him into the cab of the vehicle, Damian was sliding out the other window. He already had half his body outside when another soldier saw him, "Where are you going?" said the soldier as he pulled him back into the vehicle.
"This kid is really weird" said one soldier" Yeah, I don't know why the sergeant wants to recruit him" replied another.
The convoy passed through the ruins of an ancient city destroyed by war. Concrete trees lay on top of each other like the rubble of a devastated civilization.
he convoy moved on until they came across a group of wounded soldiers.
The sergeant saw the survivors and ran to help them. "Sir, they have attacked the front, and we have been on the run for three days," replied Veronica, a cinnamon-skinned girl with green eyes.
In the distance, the enemy could be seen coming, mounted on steel rhinoceroses.
The sergeant saw them and shouted "ready to defend".
Without the slightest explanation they took Damian out of the convoy and gave him a weapon, Veronica saw his bearing and said: "Sergeant, why have you brought such a weak boy to the battle?
The sergeant replied, "I think he is a magician, I saw him knock out a soldier just by touching him, I need you to examine him".
Veronica just by touching him determined many things, but she could not conclude: "There is magic in you, but, you are not a sorcerer, you are not a magician either.
Damian, who had remained silent, finally spoke up. "That's what I've been trying to say all along! I was tired from carrying seven contiguous apples, with everything and more, which now give me a sword." He put the sword aside and was about to leave, but Veronica grabbed him and begged him to remember the last thing he had done before deploying the magic.
Damian thought for a moment and remembered. "I was dancing."
"Dancing!" Veronica exclaimed. "I know what you are! You're a dancing magician, like the ancients danced to make it rain. Come on, friend, dance and create a storm, make a deluge in enemy territory!"
Damian didn't need to be asked twice. No matter what situation he was in, when it came to dancing, there was no stopping him. He wiggled his hips and hands in high spirits and began to dance
Veronica watched him and said, "That's not how ancients people dance." But Damian took her by the hand and made her turn around, saying, "I'm not an ancients man!"
While they were dancing, the sky turned gray and lightning started to strike everywhere. The sound of thunder became more and more continuous, to the point of distorting the sound, so much so, that everywhere you could hear great music from the group ABBA playing in the air.
"What a weird magician," said the sergeant. "At least I hope the one who manages to pull off a deluge."
And from the sky, a rain fell, but it was not made of water. It was made of confetti.
The sergeant saw thousands of colored papers fall from the sky and laughed as he had never laughed before. He had never seen anything like it.
The enemy, who watched them from afar, heard that music, unbelievable to them, which somehow extinguished the flame of hatred and gave birth to another fire, the fire of love.
Veronica and the rest of the soldiers felt happy and joined Damian's dance. They had never danced like this before, but it felt good. The distant enemy, watching them dance, also felt happy.
And they all danced until they joined in a great feast that put an end to a hundred years of war.