In that distant year of 1500 BC, I found myself in the vast and mysterious lands of the Iberian Peninsula. The stories of the old and the legends of the land filled the air with their enigmatic whispers. Majestic mountain ranges, fearless rivers, and unexplored forests stretched beyond what the eye could see. I, Rodrigo, a young man with an intense and determined gaze, had chosen the path of the sword, dreaming of the glory and honor of a soldier. However, more than feats on the battlefield, what really consumed me was an insatiable curiosity, a deep desire to discover the secrets that this ancestral land held
In those days, I lived in an era where I felt the effervescence of humanity in every corner. Settlements were rising everywhere, and cities were growing with a grandeur that defied imagination. Night after night, I sat by the fire, listening to the voices of the elders recounting feats of heroes of old and powerful gods. The words floated in the air, filled with magic, hinting at the existence of hidden worlds and unimaginable realms. Back then, I felt that the barrier between our world and the spiritual was so thin that, if one concentrated enough, one could touch it or even cross it