Kitobni o'qish: «Tales of the Wizard Lyr: The Mermaid of Moher Cliff»

Preface

Back in the days of yore, between the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, a wizard named Lear lived in the beautiful land of Ireland. His life was unusual and full of trials. The majestic Lear was imprisoned by Queen Serlaila, who longed to use his unique magical abilities to conquer new lands. Lear repeatedly saved the queen from insidious plots, predicting her future and helping her overcome her difficulties.

However, few people knew that the wizard Lear found his writing vocation by accident. Tormented by boredom and a thirst for creativity, he decided to write fairy tales inspired by letters sent to him by his beloved Miretta. In these letters she told him of her adventures and her search for magic, dreaming of a reunion with Lear.

One day Queen Serlaila read some of these tales and, admiring their beauty, decreed that Lear must compose two tales a week. Otherwise, she threatened to deprive the wizard of a finger for each tale that failed to meet the deadline. Incredibly, Miretta, this brave and dedicated soul, spent nearly fifteen years traveling, exploring the world and gathering inspiration for new stories of magic. She hoped that one day she would be able to reunite with her beloved Lear and give him her own amazing stories.

So begins our story of the wizard Lear, his magical abilities, his creative path and the great love that overcomes time and obstacles. Immerse yourself in the world of magic and fairytale adventures that await us on the pages of this book.

Tales of the Wizard Lyr: The Mermaid of Moher Cliff

On the shores of the Atlantic Ocean in County Clare stood the Cliff of Moher, majestic and mighty. One hundred and twenty meters high, it was an unrivaled natural wonder. During the day it overlooked the Aran Islands and the Connemara Valley, and at night it attracted couples in love and lonely dreamers looking to stargaze.

On this particular night, Donagh wandered along the cliff, surrounded by complete silence and solitude. The rain and strong wind had scared away the other visitors, leaving him alone with his gloomy thoughts. The man's heart was breaking with despair, and he felt a complete lack of support and strength in his life. Standing on the very edge of the cliff, he hoped that a gust of wind could wash away his misery that kept him from living each day. Poverty encompassed him, food was rare, and most of his income went to renting a modest and abandoned shack where even sleep was impossible. The wind blew through the cracks, creating a constant humming and cold. Donagh realized that he must fight for his life as long as his heart continued to beat, but he was beginning to doubt his strength. In his thirties, he was already questioning what his future would be like in ten or twenty years. His health would be compromised, and the struggle would become even harder.