Scorpion Kingdom

No mires a la cara, muchacha, mira el corazón. El corazón de un hermoso joven es a veces deforme. Hay corazones en los que no perdura el amor. Muchacha, el pino no es hermoso, no es hermoso como el álamo, pero conserva el follaje en invierno.

Elvira, amor del estudiante un día,  tierna y feliz y de su amante ufana,  cuando al placer su corazón se abría,  como el rayo del sol rosa temprana;  del fingido amador que la mentía,  la miel falaz que de sus labios mana   bebe en su ardiente sed, el pecho ajeno  de que oculto en la miel hierve el veneno.

Every child in Valoran has heard the tale before,  About the cursed mummy boy who felt his heart no more. So sad and lorn, the helpless lad, Amumu was his name, He ventured out to find a friend and learn about his bane. For many years, young Amumu traveled through the lands, Determined to make friends, if only they would understand, But even when Amumu stood upon the ledge of home, His hope would dissapoint him, and he would remain alone. But then the curse began to whisper in his ear, And would confirm what was Amumu's biggest fear, It pledged that never shall someone become his friend, It pledged that he shall be alone until his end. The sorrow and despair, Became too much to bear... The moment when Amumu realized what he had done, Too late it was, for him, for them, the evil curse had won. The anger and the anguish overwhelmed his fragile soul, And caused a wicked tantrum that he never could control.

A veces un "no" niega más de lo que quería, se hace múltiple. Se dice "no, no iré" y se destejen infinitas tramas tejidas por los síes lentamente, se niegan las promesas que no nos hizo nadie sino nosotros mismos, al oído. Cada minuto breve rehusado se dilata sinfines, se hace siglos, y un "no, esta noche no" puede negar la eternidad de noches, la pura eternidad.