- Legends of the Dolomites 18b - the children of the sun Soreghina
He lived alone in the sun. At night or in dark days fell into deep sleep, the princess Soreghina. A guess addiritura predicted that if it was left awake since midnight gathering water, would have died instantly. By day, instead had to take as much sun and air as possible and was one of these walks that he found a faint gerriero between crevasses. He was Ey de Net (eye at night) Durannes of a warrior banished for having demanded the hand of a princess. Soreghina cured him of hiding in a hut. Time passed, going to see him take to the cabin light and air and was feeling better and he was cured. There came a time when he decided to speak to his father and told him to love the young. The king was upset, but seeing her so strong and healthy had to agree. The two lived in a hut in the most sunny and lived happy. especially towards the South Soreghina was vital and lively in the evening and already looking forward to the new day, because his strength came from the sun. One evening came a warrior friend of Ey de Net and left only the two friends who speak unhindered. It was a cloudy evening and black, so she retreated to her room. Sometimes I feel a few words of two men on old adventures and deeds of the war, but suddenly he heard the voices lowered a lot. Images immediately spoke to her and was curious, so he stopped at the door to listen. Then he heard that both the praise, but after a few speeches Ey de Net admitted that she had any gratitude and devotion in his heart ... but the picture is indelibly Dolasilla of the princess for whom he had touched the exile. It was no secret that he had never revealed and discovered that it weighed more than I imagined, but the two talked for many hours, and then leave. Then Ey
de Net opened the door to go to the rooms, but Soreghina fell in her arms. While he was there to hear the alarm clock had caught the midnight and had put his soul light. Y de Net hold her cries of pain and desperately asked for forgiveness.
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