CNV Sovereign 15 A.E.
First day at sea, the sky was clear and the water was calm. James White could almost feel like nothing had ever happened. They had never lost radio contact with the COG, the pirate gangs had never come to Vectes, the Gears had not been forced to come later and the Island had never been overrun by explosive glowing creatures.
It was a dream of course, but one that the soft sea breeze in James’ face made unnaturally easy to believe.
“Hey kid! Bring your head back from the clouds and pay attention!” A voice said next to him.
Suddenly James was back in his reality. He was on board of Sovereign, the giant ship that brought the COG to Vectes about a year ago. Now they were on the move again, only this time James was with them.
“What is it?” James asked.
“Nothing really, just the Sergeant coming right this way.” It was Kirk Emmet, one of the Gears that had witnessed the war since the days it was fought exclusively between

The sun descended slowly over the hill side. A rabbit walked timid out of its den, unaware of being watched trough the scope of a rifle.
“Firm and steady” Yefrem said in his deep voice and heavy Indie accent.
Spiro pulled the trigger and the rabbit dropped where it stood.
“Fuck yeah” Spiro said.
“Good shot Grooshlein, there will be meat in tomorrow’s dinner” Yefrem, born in Pelles, always called Spiro, a former citizen of the Coalition, Grooshlein. According Yefrem’s daughter, Yana, it meant little cog in their native language.
“You are getting better at this” She added, with a voice as strong as her father’s yet her accent was far nicer to hear “Maybe one day I’ll lend you my own Markza”
“Is that so?” Asked Spiro, cautious.
“So you can clean it, that’s it” She answered, witty as always.
“If I cleaned it you’d never recognize it”
“Keep dreamin

Tres
La noche caía lentamente en la orilla del bosque, donde un carnero muy joven pastaba lejos de su manada sin saber que era observado por un animal hambriento.
A pocos metros de distancia se encontraba un perro agazapado, acercándose con el mayor sigilo posible. Tenía hambre y su estómago se quejaba, pero no era una nariz la olfateaba la promesa de comida sino tres.
El perro de tres cabezas dio otro paso silencioso.
–Hay que correr ya –dijo Derecho, una de las cabezas.
–Aun no, hay que acercarnos más –contestó Centro.
–Hay que concentrarnos en el sigilo –indicó Izquierdo.
Afortunadamente para el perro, los únicos ruidos que podía producir eran los de sus patas, puesto que toda conversación entre las cabezas era interna y ocurría en completo silencio sin importar cuán agitada se volviera.
Con el siguiente paso, una hoja crujió bajo la pata del perro. El sonido fue mínimo,

Dry and hot. Everything around was dry and hot.
The sand was thick and it jabbed his bare feet, yet it was more desirable than having them confined inside the shoes, which is why he had dropped them some time ago.
The wind that so many times had brought some relief to the heat, now would only steal his precious hydration and leave sand grains in its place.
Above everything, literally, were the suns. Three bloody suns crossing the sky describing a mad circle that added to the feeling of being roasted slowly and thoroughly.
A while ago he had taken his shirt off and held it above is head to protect at least his face and neck from the harsh sunlight but it was futile, all of his skin was sore and burnt, all he got was the appearance of a spectre. One that wandered the desert adrift, hopeless.
For how long had he walked? And even more relevant, were to? There was no way to know, the identical suns would just turn around endlessly, as if they mocked anyone trying to use them to navigate. He

Seco y caliente. Todo a su alrededor era seco y caliente.
La arena que pisaba era gruesa y se clavaba en sus pies, pero era preferible a tenerlos atrapados dentro de los zapatos, por lo que se había desecho de ellos hacía tiempo. El viento que en tantas ocasiones brindara alivio llevándose un poco del calor, ahora solo le robaba su preciada hidratación para reemplazarla con granos arena.
Y encima de todo, literalmente, estaban los soles. Tres malditos soles surcando el cielo y trazando un círculo desquiciado que agregaba a la sensación de estar siendo asado lenta y concienzudamente.
Hacía rato que se había quitado la camisa para sostenerla por encima de su cabeza y proteger al menos su cara y cuello de los inclementes rayos solares pero era inútil, toda su piel estaba reseca y ardía, lo único que lograba era parecer una especie de espectro. Uno que camina por el desierto sin rumbo, sin esperanza.
¿Cuánto tiempo llevaba ca

The sun was shining high in the sky, threes breathed life and animals chanted a symphony of peace. Everything in the forest was beauty, but the most radiant were the twin fairies Kasumi and Mayumi, Kas and May for each other.
They were both flying with their splendid butterfly wings. Kas’ were the colour of the winter fruit, which despite blooming alone in the cold, is the sweetest of the year. May on the other hand displayed wings the colour of the love flower, the one adults give to each other when they want to spend life together.
-It’s so pretty –said May beholding the scene.
-It’s beautiful –answered Kas
-Let’s explore! –proposed May, who was usually the first to do everything ever since she came to the world before her sister.
They fluttered among the flowers, where the industrious bees guided them to the best scented. They smelled dozens different kinds, each more fragrant than the previous one until they came to a colossal pale pink bud

El sol brillaba alto en el cielo, los árboles emanaban vida y los animales entonaban una sinfonía de paz. Todo el bosque era belleza, pero lo más radiante eran las hadas gemelas Kasumi y Mayumi, Kas y May entre ellas.
Ambas volaban juntas con sus resplandecientes alas de mariposa. Las de Kas eran del color de las frutas invernales, que a pesar de florecer solas en el frío, eran las más dulces del año. May por su parte poseía alas del color de la flor del amor, la que se dan los adultos cuando quieren compartir la vida juntos.
-Es tan bonito –dijo May admirando el paisaje.
-Es hermoso –contestó Kas.
-¡Hay que explorar! –propuso May, que solía ser la primera en todo desde que llegó al mundo momentos antes que su hermana.
Revolotearon entre las flores, donde las industriosas abejas les indicaron cuáles eran las de mejor aroma. Olfatearon docenas de tipos diferentes, cada una más fragante que la anterior has