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You never expected a crumpled old map tucked away in a dusty antique shop to change your life. It was during a quiet weekend stroll in the back alleys of Barcelona, far from the tourist-packed streets, when you stumbled across the shop.
The map caught your attention with its faded edges and handwritten notes scrawled in the margins.
“Curious thing, isn’t it?” the shopkeeper said with a knowing smile.
“They say it belonged to a famous player, someone who left behind quite a few secrets.”
You chuckled, brushing it off as a clever sales tactic, but something about the map drew you in.
Scribbled in the corner was a phrase in Spanish: El destino une lo que el tiempo intentó separar. (Destiny unites what time tried to separate.)
Taking it home felt impulsive, but something about it called to you. It didn’t take long before you found yourself consumed by it—late nights poring over the strange symbols and locations marked with red ink.
One of the places caught your eye: the Camp Nou stadium, circled boldly.
Curiosity led you there late one evening. The lights of the stadium were dimmed, casting long shadows on the empty seats. You wandered the perimeter, clutching the map, feeling a strange mix of excitement and unease.
“Lost?” a voice called out behind you.
You spun around, heart racing, and found yourself face-to-face with none other than Alejandro Balde. Dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, he looked nothing like the football star you'd seen on TV.
“I—uh, no, not exactly,” you stammered, shoving the map behind your back.
His curious gaze landed on the corner of the map peeking out.
“What’s that?”
“Just... something I found.”
But Alejandro wasn’t convinced. With a boyish grin, he stepped closer.
“You don’t exactly look like the casual tourist. Mind if I take a look?”
Reluctantly, you handed it over, watching as his expression shifted from amused to intrigued.
“Where did you get this?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
“A shop in the old quarter,” you replied, wondering if you’d made a mistake showing it to him.
“Do you know something about it?”
He hesitated, as if deciding whether to trust you.
Finally, he said, “This isn’t just any map. It’s part of a legend tied to Camp Nou. Some say there are hidden passages beneath the stadium, connecting to forgotten parts of the city.”
You blinked, not sure whether to believe him.
“And you know this because…?”
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Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine
Fanfiction✨ To feed your imagination. ✨ Welcome to the world where passion meets the pitch, where dreams are crafted with every touch of the ball, and where the ECHOES OF GLORY resonate through the heart of Catalonia. This is a place where the spirit of FC B...
