The Prophecy

2. The barn.

Matías, the old man, asked me to accompany him and after a trip of at least five minutes in a field vehicle (I would like to call it a tractor but it is difficult because just seeing it in the style of a war tank but built with glass as a body seemed like something else. ) we were in what he assured me was his barn.

If the vehicle surprised me, what I had in front of me was another level and Matías realized it.

- You know, just what my partner told me is happening. It's strange, as much as he was. He let me know and that only increased my intrigue.

The main door, an arch approximately two meters high and five meters wide, was the only thing ready to enter because the rest of the construction, like crazy there and hours later when I took a look, was covered in dark glass, as dark as to not allow vision into the interior.

Inside, the spaces dedicated to livestock seemed very normal, what I was used to, but the species I found were not at all normal.

In the first section I saw a cow, it was a cow I'm sure, but this one was at least three times bigger than the ones I knew and had been connected to the udders, whose size was mine, a device that allows the extraction of milk wholesale. elderly. To her left, the cow was accompanied by five horses that, contrary to what was happening with her neighbor, were smaller in size, like donkeys, and my face must have warned that I needed answers from Matías, who was encouraged to speak, I suppose ahead of time.

- You know, things are different now. Some modifications were needed and were made. At first, as in any other situation, people did not understand and did what was necessary to stop what was coming, but destiny is such that it does not allow opposition. He told Patricio the same thing, but he was lame. His character didn't help him much, that's why he ended up here.- He made a brief and continuous silence.- He bet me you'd be here. We were drinking at the campfire and, crazy, he asked me to trust him for once. With that look I was determined to do it, in fact I always did it but he didn't realize it, if it weren't like that, why would I allow him to spend so many years living with me? Maybe I'm bloody Harry II.

"Harry II?" I asked.

- Yes, you know, the English King...

- Don't know. I don't know him.- I said.

- I know.- He responded.

Pointing his finger at me, he asked me to take a seat in a chair that seemed to have been stored there for a long time on a large silver circular table full of dust, just like Matías's boots, and with a dark center.

- We were here that night, the last one.- Matías spoke while turning up a switch.- Close your eyes.

I was barely going to do it when a high fire emerged from the table with all the colors it should have. Yellow, orange and red. The crackling of the wood under the table took me by surprise but not as much as the fact that even though I was so close I couldn't feel the heat I should.

- Technology, boy. - The old man told me while he looked at me with the same smile as at the beginning.