ACHACHI

"ESTO SÓLO PODRÍA SUCEDER EN ARINAR DURANTE EL AÑO NUEVO..." "This could only happen in Arinar during the New Year..." It was a December night and the air smelled like Christmas, the lights of the town shone with a special glow and Pedrito, a child with a pure heart and a wide smile, was excited like never before. Pedrito had spent days writing a list of gifts he dreamed of receiving and he was sure that Santa Claus would bring exactly what he had asked for. When Christmas night arrived, Pedrito devised a plan. He would hide in the living room and wait patiently for Santa to appear. He wanted to surprise him and hopefully meet the man in the red suit and white beard who brought joy to so many children. So he curled up in his hiding place, keeping his eyes wide open fighting sleep. The hours passed slowly Pedrito looked at the clock and every time he heard a noise he held his breath but nothing the house remained silent and Santa did not appear Sleep began to overcome him and without realizing it Pedrito fell asleep. In the morning a ray of sunlight woke him up and he immediately remembered his plan, full of emotion, he ran to the Christmas tree hoping to find a mountain of gifts there. His eyes searched among the lights and decorations but when he looked under the tree he found nothing, there was not a single gift for him. Pedrito remained silent, bewildered, trying to understand why Santa had passed his house. On the other side of the room his father watched him in silence with eyes full of tears because Pedrito had hoped for a magical Christmas but his father knew that that magic would be tarnished by a harsh reality just a week before he had lost his job and yet His pain had had to accept that this year he would not be able to fulfill his little one's dreams, he knew that there would be no gifts and the weight of that truth had accompanied him day and night. Finally, with a lump in his throat and searching for the right words, his father gathered courage and called him softly. -Pedrito come here. Pedrito approached, head down, with a mixture of sadness and confusion in his eyes, he whispered in a dull voice. - Has Santa Santa forgotten about me? The father felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces. He didn't want to see his son sad, much less because of something he couldn't give him. She hugged him with all her strength as if in that hug she could erase all the sadness of the morning; -Did dad also forget about you, Pedrito asked, looking at him with his big eyes. "No, son," replied his father, trying to hold back his own tears. "The best gift I have in life is here right now in my arms" and I'm sure that Santa didn't forget about us, he just left us a different gift. Pedrito listened and although he did not fully understand, he trusted his father's words but something in his little heart was still hurt. Why then do all the neighborhood kids have their gifts? Did Santa jump our house? The father smiled, caressing his son's head tenderly. "No, Pedrito, he didn't jump our house, the gift we have today is this moment" "you and me together" So that Pedrito would not be sad, his father invited him to a day of adventures. And this is how the father and his son prepared to go out together. They spent the day in the park playing and laughing like they had never done before. For Pedrito, it was an unforgettable day. They went on the swing together, they raced, and they even looked for special stones to make a collection. Time flew and problems and worries seemed to have faded away. As night fell, Pedrito returned home with a smile that lit up the entire room. Before going to sleep he took a sheet of paper and decided to write a letter to Santa Claus. He no longer had doubts in his heart, so with crooked letters and a soul full of gratitude he wrote "Dear Santa, I am not writing to ask you for anything but to thank you for the very special gift you gave me. Today I did not play with what I imagined but I had something better, a whole day with my dad like I had never had before, so I thank you because Even though I don't have all the toys in the world, I have something more valuable, your love. I hope every Christmas is like this one and that my dad always forgets his problems to spend a day with me. Thank you for my life and for this special day. With love, Pedrito." That night Pedrito's father went to his room to say goodnight, he saw the letter on the table and when he read it he felt that something inside him changed forever, he knew that the true gift of Christmas was there in gratitude and unconditional love. From that day on, he promised himself that he would not allow his problems to take away those moments of joy and peace with his son and every day he tried to make the spirit of Christmas last by making laughter and love the center of their lives. And in a lucky or whim of fate, the magic of Christmas had arrived at Pedrito's house, before the day of the celebration ended, someone left all the toys that the boy had asked for in the first letter. Who else but; Sandro the Evil along with all the inhabitants of the frozen and cold world of the north, making his only act of love in many years The purpose of my story is to be able to find the true meaning of Christmas. Let's make every day like Christmas by valuing those of us who love the good times and the invisible gifts that fill our lives with meaning. Sometimes we find ourselves waiting for something great, something material that will give us make us feel complete but the truth was magic is not always found in what we can touch or see Pedrito learned that the best gift does not come in a wrapped box but in love and the moments shared when his heart full of hope did not find the gifts that had imagined discovered that The most valuable was already at his side, his dad, his company and the time together this Christmas and in every day of our lives, let's remember simple moments and the people we love are the true gifts. The magic is in unconditional love, in sharing, in being present, not We need great things to be happy, just value what we have, what cannot be bought and what really fills our hearts. Christmas is not just a day, it is an attitude that every day is an opportunity to give the best of ourselves to see the beauty. in everyday life and be grateful for the invisible gifts that, although not come they transform us.

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KING Achachi (old king): An epic Battala between kings of other worlds, far from Arinar between good and evil king lost his throne, lost his world, lost people, lost everything and since the king was once podereso is only a legend in the world of four suyus, nobody knows if he died or is wandering through strange worlds. Legend says that one day return to reclaim his throne and free his people from evil. "But nobody knows what evil could be worse" a day when the weather was horrible the king wandered worlds desconosidos no direction, no water and no food was to die and that memory back to his kingdom, where it appears a strange and had never seen nor heard nothing mattered but all die anyway, with what little strength he had opened his lips and asked for help. This strange being was a necromancer who was looking for a slave to be more powerful in that state Achachi King said why he was there, the necromancer asked the king Achachi his soul in exchange for power without limitation King without hesitation agreed, thinking it was the solution to save the four suyus of evil.And so was the necromancer hiso magic and gave him power, was a mostro mitada human and half dead of everything he touched was dead, it was In order to finish with evil in the four suyus and his people I went to where necromancer to call his soul and his life before, but that was not possible, the necromancer when his echizo became stronger every day decided to make a spell to Achachi and locked in a masmorra to what really helped the cave of the land of "pillon" where huge tesorros necromancer kept everyone aspired to be the guard .... among the treasures he kept necromancer slave waiting for new souls to be sentenced for life. ability: SHAMAN earthquake Wizard fireballs HP: 1000000 Energy: 1212 Energy Regeneration: 99 Base Damage: 400 Defense: 4555 Magic Defense: 2200 Magic Attack: 255 AWARDS KING COSTUME Achachi GIVE AND ALL OTHER KING Achachi (viejo rey): Un Battala épica entre reyes de otros mundos, lejos de Arinar entre el bien y el mal rey perdió el trono, perdió su mundo, perdió la gente, lo perdió todo y desde entonces el rey un día fue podereso sólo es una leyenda del mundo de los cuatro suyus, nadie sabe si murió o está vagando a través de mundos extraños. la leyenda dice que un día regreso a reclamar su trono y liberar a su pueblo del mal. "Pero nadie sabe qué mal puede ser peor" un día en el que el tiempo era horrible el rey vagaba mundos desconosidos sin dirección, sin agua y sin comida estaba a punto de morir y con ese recuerdo de regreso a su reino, en el que aparece un extraño y que nunca había visto ni oyó nada importaba pero todos morirían de todos modos, con la poca fuerza que había abierto sus labios y le pidió ayuda. este ser extraño era un nigromante que estaba buscando un esclavo para ser más poderoso en ese estado Rey Achachi dijo por qué estaba allí, el nigromante pidió al rey Achachi su alma a cambio de poder sin limitación Rey sin dudarlo aceptó, pensando que era la solución para salvar a los cuatro suyus de evil.And así fue el nigromante hiso magia y le dio el poder, era un mostro mitada humana y medio muertos de todo lo que tocaba era muerto, que era el fin de Termino con el mal en los cuatro suyus y su pueblo fui a donde nigromante para llamar su alma y su vida antes, pero eso no era posible, el nigromante cuando su echizo se hizo más fuerte cada día decidió hacer un hechizo para Achachi y encerrado en una masmorra a lo que realmente ayudó a la cueva de la tierra de "pillon" donde enormes tesorros nigromante mantuvo todo el mundo aspiraba a ser el guardia .... entre los tesoros mantenía esclavo nigromante a la espera de nuevas almas a ser condenados de por vida. habilidad: terremoto de SHAMAN BOLAS DE FUEGO del mago HP: 1000000 Energía : 1212 Energy Regeneration : 99 Base Daño : 400 Defensa: 4555 Magia Defensa: 2200 Magia Ataque: 255 PREMIOS REY DEL TRAJE Achachi DAR Y TODA OTRA

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