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asuindara · 2 months ago

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Fourth Wing 2.0

A fix it canon divergent fanfic

Chapter 3: Changes (Ch. 2 / Ch. 4)

Summary: Violet crosses the parapet and makes two enemies, alongside an ally. Later, she finds an old friend and notices how things have possibly changed forever.

Trigger warnings: attempted murder, death threats, anxiety attack, panic attacks

The threads of panic were still there, waiting to choke Violet with every difficult step on the parapet. The rain poured down, plastering her hair, and she sent a quiet thanks for Mira due to the secured braid. There was mist forming and Violet’s sight was a bit compromised. She became hyper aware of the slippery stone and the bigger smooth-soled boot started to slip millimeters off to the side with every step. Her heart pumped blood into the limbs and the pulse pounded in her ear, the pain of her tense muscles starting threatening to become distracting in a situation that demanded nothing but full attention.

“Keep your eyes on the stones ahead”

Her mind registered the distant figure that was Rhiannon and the large mass of bluish gray colored stones, but did not stop to overanalyze it. Every drop of Violet’s focus was turned to the small steps she took on the bridge. Nausea was starting to rise as she took in the distance between her and the fortress, the rain seeping into her clothes and wrapping around her joints with the vice grip of a snake, injecting its cool venom. Every logical fiber of her being screamed to return back to safety and deal with the humiliation, it was better than dying after all, but it was too late. There was no going back, Violet either crossed or she died. Gods, that was really happening. Malek was making her dance on the stage of life like a cheap circus girl, ready to reap her soul any moment or cruelly letting her live to have an even worse death.

Thunder rumbled through the sky and sent her arms flailing. Panic was gripping her throat and Violet knew if she did not calm down it would be her downfall.

Her father’s beautiful features sparked in front of her eyes, the crinkles of his face frozen in time, almost disguised under the dark blue paint he so loved to adorn himself with. Her father used to babble when he was nervous, usually about something trivial as a comfort theme or his latest research, sometimes quotes of a fictional story. Yet another thing Violet had inherited from him, or mimicked.

“There are a few different divisions for the continent. Considering Uran’s view as a topographer, in A study on the landscapes: from the Emerald sea to the article Ocean, the division consists of the Cordillera, plains, mangroves and the Great Desert. Taking a more political approach, in their book named Navarre: an unedited history, Markham and Praxis first coined the division in which there are two kingdoms, Navarre and Poromiel, and the Barrens, the inhospitable desert area…”

Her voice was stolen by the wind, the words not reaching the ears, but she did not mind. Violet knew exactly how they sounded, every single letter of what she had been extensively taught for years of preparation. Words that she could also hear on her father’s voice. How odd it was that Violet prepared so long for the scribe test only to perform it on the parapet of the rider’s quadrant. It was ironic even, to think that lost dreams were her only form of dissipating the wild panic. At least the comfort of her knowledge would accompany her either through the ordeal, subsiding the pounding of the rushing blood and allowing the sloshing nausea to simmer down.

“Navarre is the largest kingdom, divided into six provinces: Luceras, Morraine, Calldyr, Deaconshire, Elgum and Tyrrendor. Each one has their own customs and language, sharing Calldyrian as a common tongue. According to Uran, due to the Leth-ghealach cordillera that separates the two Kingdoms and the Baideal mountains encasing Luceras, Navarre offers an abundance in ore, hardy timber, fruits, wheat, deer and elk. The kingdom of Poromiel, divided into the provinces of Cygnisen, Braevick and Krovla, mainly consists of arable plains and marshlands and is known for exceptional textiles, endless fields of grain, and unique crystalline gems capable of amplifying minor magics…”

There was a small distraction at the sight of the white painted line marking the halfway mark of the parapet. Looking forward, she noticed in elation as the faint shade of Rhiannon neared the last section of the bridge. Violet had to drown the sparks of hope before they even attempted to fire, there was no good in expecting survival until both her feet were on steady ground.

“Returning to Markhan and Praxis, Navarre was a product of the six province’s unification under the same monarch, King Reginald. Said alliance, forged six hundred and twenty six years ago, was a protective measure due to invasions coming from the Barrens and was fortified later on by the political tensions with Poromiel. The wars and truces between the two kingdoms have lasted for over four hundred years, but the Trade Agreement of Resson-”

The smooth sole of her boot knocks a few pieces of mortar out of place, startling Violet from her steady pace. She wobbled for a few seconds, her heart increasing its beating to a thunderous rhythm until her balance was restored. She felt the nausea hit all the way up, threatening the acidic liquid to spill. She tried her best to keep focused on taking the next step, willing her feelings into behaving.

“The Trade Agreement of Resson, signed more than two hundred years ago, ensures an exchange of meat and lumber from Navarre for the cloth and agriculture from Poromiel. The trade happens four times a year at the Athebyne outpost on the mountainous border of Krovla and Tyrrendor…”

The wind began to pick up once again and Violet was forced to crouch and grip any raised edges of the stone, though the wetness made it difficult to grasp it correctly. The howl in her ears was eerie instead of the usual comfort and she felt something akin to loss on her heart at such change. The water kept trickling down her face and she lowered it to avoid the droplets from reaching her eyes, the oils in her paint also helping divert the stray ones.

Violet took that moment to quickly glance behind her, confusion contorting her features. She first noticed how close Jack Barlowe was, which prompted her to curse at the pace of her steps. The strangest sight though was the fact he was facing away from her, arms lowered, completely still and steady, as if the wind did not phase his stance at all. Violet decided it was not worth her time, choosing to let go of the stone and resume her walking. The weird man could do whatever he wanted, she did not care in the least about whatever prideful point he wanted to make by testing his balance.

“The agreement was able to quiet the conflicts between the two kingdoms, until the Rebellion of Tyrrendor, in the year 618, in which the relations wavered-”

A loud noise pierced the air for a split second, sending her heart into another pounding pulse. After seeing Dylan fall, that noise had become awfully recognizable. Violet wanted to glance behind her, see if Barlowe had finally been arrogant enough for Malek to take him, but stopped herself from doing so. Then, as if Zinhal had taken personal pleasure in torturing Violet, a mocking voice carried through the relatively low howl of the wind.

“You’re next, Sorrengail!”

Against her will, she glanced over her shoulder. Barlowe was facing her again, awfully close and approaching confidently. Confusion soon settled into shock at the implications of his words and a new type of horror settled into her bones. Violet was not sure if throwing someone from the parapet was a punishable offense, but she would not find that out if Barlowe caught her. Testing her life, she hurried her steps and hoped that it would be enough to maintain some distance between them, trying to adjust her stance whenever her left foot slipped.

“The Tyrrish rebellion was a period of instability on Navarre’s cohesive unification, though not the first sign of resistance. As one of the last provinces to enter the alliance, Tyrrendor had always vindicated their autonomy and, considering the Annales of Aretia, frequently formed relations with Krovla…” Violet’s voice was trembling under panic, but she did not stop shouting into the wind, forcing her lungs to expand semi-regularly.

The wind slammed against her with such force that her left foot completely slipped out of the bridge. She felt her insides shift as complete dread filled her blood, her body feeling weightless and all sounds vanishing from her ears. Violet used a split second to quickly kneel on the only leg she had leverage, hitting her knee with a brutal force and gripping the stone until her nails bent. A guttural sound left her lips as the pain irradiated from her right knee all the way to the base of her spine in a searing sting. Her left leg was dangling completely, only the empty space meeting her soles. The position had Violet inevitably looking down at the ravine, at the kilometers of a free fall. She quickly averted her eyes, but the sight was burnt into them.

“I’m coming for you, Sorrengail!” Barlowe yelled once more, voice eerily close.

Through gritted teeth and grunts of pain, Violet tried to find leverage for her left leg, thankful for the first time in forever that her hypermobile joints were helpful. She would pay the price of the exertion later, but whatever her body conjured up as a consequence would be better than being thrown by a mad man or falling to her death. She adjusted her crouching, both feet set on the stone, and stood up. Pain sparked through her entire lower limbs and tears fell down her cheeks in a stream, but Violet used all of her abilities to close it inside a box. She could cry of pain, fuck up her knees, but death by murder was not an option. Violet was not going to die at someone’s hand, Malek would only have her for her own mistakes.

“Will you scream the whole way down?”

Violet kept her eyes on the fortress, close enough that she could see riders and define their features, close enough that she saw as Rhiannon stepped into the safety of the walls. A silent thankful prayer was the only acknowledgment Vilet allowed herself before focusing on her steps again. Her heart kept beating faster as wet steps behind her kept cutting the distance at an alarming rate, but she remained steady in her hurry. Panicking and taking a longer step would kill her. At that point, the pain was a muffled pestering child as her survival instincts kicked in, her tongue tied and mind too tunneled to even remember how to ramble.

All Violet could see were dark colored stone and faces. The clearer they became, the closer to safety she was. The last quarter, all she needed was to cross that last quarter.

“There’s no way someone who can’t even carry a full rucksack passed the entrance exam. You’re a mistake, Sorrengail” the condescending tone of his voice was clearer than ever before.

Her steps did not sway, her gaze fixated in front of her.

“It’s really for the best that I take you out now, don’t you think? It’s so much more merciful than letting the dragons have at you. They’ll start to eat you leg by rickety leg while you’re still alive. Come on. It will be my pleasure to help you out”

“The fuck you will” she blurted to herself.

Violet did not even have time to panic as her left foot slipped almost entirely out of the stone bridge, instead locking muscles and redirecting the next step while firming her stance with her right leg. The walls screaming safety were just on her reach, only a couple steps from encasing her. Elation started to bubble on her throat as the walls of the turret began to rise beside her, a happiness akin of the day she finally mastered an entire prose in Old Lucerish, with no mispronunciation and perfect structure.

“You think you’ll be safe in there?” Barlowe was definitely right behind her.

As soon as the stone walls reached her hip height, she bolted to the turret, hearing as the man behind her did the same. Every hit in the stone made her knee joints wobble under the pressure of her wraps and braces, but the pain was dulled as it dissipated into her heated blood. She felt the sound of his fingers grasping her pack, to which Violet quickly slid it off his reach, and she unceremoniously jumped from the parapet into the solid ground of the tower, her right knee almost popping out of its socket at the bold move. She barely paid attention to the sounds around her with how deafening her pulse was, but Violet spun with a dagger in hand. Jack was too close for her to throw the dagger and cause considerable harm, so she chose to simply work his speed into her advantage and let the man impale himself on it. Unfortunately, he paused just enough for the tip of her blade to press against the fabric of his briefs.

“I think. I’ll be safe. For right. Now” Violet said between labored breaths, her steady hand pressing the dagger and cutting through the fabric.

Barlowe stared at her with wide eyes, but not a single drop of fear in them - only rage. That man was no common harasser, there was more to his blue eyes than simply being a condescending asshole. She made an enemy without even speaking to him.

“Will you?” his words were just as laboured, spewing malice.

“It is unlawful for a rider to cause another harm. While in a quadrant formation or in the supervisory. Presence of a superior-ranking cadet” Violet quoted, sending Barlowe her best condescending look in return “As it will diminish the efficacy of the wing. And given the crowd behind us, I think it’s clear to argue that it’s a formation. Article Three, Section-”

“I don’t give a shit!” Barlowe snarled.

Violet twisted her blade and pressed even further, hearing as the fabric ripped open even more “I suggest you reconsider or I might slip”

“Name?” a voice ringed behind her, disinterested and bored. Not surprising since they probably saw death on a daily basis “You’re pretty small for a rider, but it looks like you made it”

“Violet Sorrengail” Her reply was not dignified with a look, she would not divert her eyes from Barlowe “And before you ask, yes, I’m that Sorrengail”

“Not surprised, with that maneuver”

Violet tried to hide the surprise in her face. Being complimented over a physical ability was a first outside of a medical situation.

“And what’s your name?” the female rider continued.

“Jack Barlowe” his blue eyes were glued on Violet’s, as if reconsidering his earlier thoughts with how thoroughly she was being analyzed.

“Well, Jack” a male rider spoke behind her “Cadet Sorrengail has you by the actual balls here, in more ways than one. She’s right. Regs state that there’s nothing but respect among riders at formation. You want to kill her, you’ll have to do it in the sparring ring or on your own time. That is, if she decides to let you off the parapet. Because technically, you’re not on the grounds yet, so you are not a cadet. She is”

“And if I decide to snap her neck the second I step down?” Jack asked, not a shred of doubt or bluffing in his words.

“Then you get to meet the dragons early” the female rider replied “We don’t wait for trials around here. We just execute”

“What’s going to be, Sorrengail?” the other rider asked “You going to have Jack here start as a eunuch?”

With the angle of the dagger, neutering the man was the only option of harm. She considered it, knowing it would only fester his dislike towards her even more, but it would probably give her a little satisfaction after almost being murdered. Unfortunately, her blood was beginning to lose its heat and the pain on her right knee was becoming harder to ignore by the minute. If Jack retaliated out of instinct, Violet would not be able to defend herself properly.

She used her last few threads of energy to take a quick step behind, but never lowered her dagger, building distance between them, taking another dagger from her rib sheath and pinching the blade in preparation for throwing if Barlowe went for her neck.

“Pity” the male rider sighed.

Jack glanced at the man briefly before stepping into the fortress, officially a cadet. Violet did not stay for long, walking backwards into the courtyard with daggers still in hand, trying to build as much distance from him as possible. She only turned her back on Barlowe when the sea of people swarmed her from all sides, giving a few seconds of peace before the forming line of enemies began to go for her throat.

First Xaden Riorson, now Jack Barlowe. Violet would add rotten apples to her list of offers for Zinhal.

The pain on her knee and hips was growing and Violet felt the tell tale nausea join the sensation. Soon, her fingers began to tremble uncontrollably and too fucking visibly for a place so dangerous. The elation from surviving the parapet and being alive still there, but now attached to this constant dread for what was to come.

She had survived. Violet proved herself capable of beating the first odds of her destiny. Mira was not going to mourn another sibling.

Violet did not die.

A hand grabbed her by the shoulders and she had to swallow the pain once more, spinning and raising her blade and plunge on whomever had touched her. It was only her fast reflexes that allowed Violet to stop as soon as she recognized Rhiannon.

“We made it” the woman practically squealed, what seemed to be a genuine smile on her full lips.

Violet lowered her blade and tried to steady her accelerating heartbeat “We made it”

The pain was clouding her senses again and the trembling spreading through her body. Violet wanted to just surrender and fall to the ground and was trying very hard not to lean on Rhiannon’s hands, not sure if the woman was fit to be an ally. Considering there were two people on the list of potential murderers in less than a day, Violet was beginning to lose hope anyone there could be an ally by default.

“I can’t thank you enough. There were at least three times I would have fallen off if you hadn’t helped me. You were right, those soles were slick as shit” Rhiannon was still smiling, her own body trembling a little while removing her hands from Violet’s shoulders.

“I also did not expect everyone here to be so carefree with their appearance” the woman continued and Violet was trying her best to focus on the words and remove the attention from her own collapsing body “I just saw someone with such a bright rose colour in their hair. Also, I kind of feel bad for not bringing more of my hair accessories now, everyone here is fully adorned”

“Conformity is for the infantry” Violet reiterated.

Rhiannon shrugged “Come on, let’s get out of this crowd”

Violet felt her throat constrict and her limbs trembling uncontrollably. Every step seemed to induce another wave of nausea, another shift on her right knee, a stronger spark of pain. Her mind felt as if it floated above everyone else, leaving her body behind.

“Speaking of which” Rhiannon continued, looking over her shoulder “We need to trade boots. There’s a bench-”

Violet froze as a familiar figure cut through the line of people, bringing with him an overwhelming relief to the point she wanted to laugh.

“Violet?” the soft spoken yet masculine voice was enough to redeem Zinhal for a while.

He grabbed Violet by the shoulders, his familiar yet so different features contorted into shock and disbelief. She noticed the change in stature first, he had grown a few centimeters since their previous interaction. Holding his forearms for support, it was evident the muscle gain too. Adding the beard and hardened dark eyes, the cropped brown hair, the black uniform, there was an entirely different Dain Aetos in front of her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” his whispered.

He was different, sure, but it was still her oldest friend. Violet hadn’t seen him in so long, their last encounter barely counting as a farewell since she was drowning in grief. She missed him and, at a certain point in the morning, was not sure they would ever reencounter.

“Find Dain Aetos”

Violet hoped Mira did not have to wait long to hear that she had succeeded. She was alive, she had found Dain and, for at least a moment…Violet was safe. Her body, probably reaching the same conclusion, collapsed completely, knees failing and her weight falling over him like a sack of grains. The movement sparked her nausea to unbelievable levels and Violet was one hundred percent sure she would puke all over Dain’s boots. What a reencounter.

“Dain. It’s good to see you” her voice was relieved but she couldn’t smile properly, her face felt all wrong.

“Damn it, Violet” he balanced her back up, holding by the lower back and left arm, leaning her entire weight on his side.

Violet barely felt her legs moving, but her knee complained either way. She groaned quietly and locked her jaw to avoid making too much noise. They moved away from the crowd, towards an alcove before a long corridor. She felt a cool surface on the back of her knees and soon Dain pushed her into the bench as delicately as possible, taking off her leather rucksack off her shoulders. The movement yet again flared the nausea and saliva pooled inside Violet’s mouth.

“I’m going to be sick”

“Head between your knees” Dain ordered. The tone was a little too commanding, but Violet did not have the capacity to glare at him. He was not wrong anyway and there was redemption in the way he comfortingly rubbed between her shoulder blades.

“It’s the adrenaline. Give it a minute and it’ll pass” he murmured.

Violet tried her best to focus on her breathing, swallowing the excess saliva and willing her stomach into behaving. She was not going to puke and let people see her in such a state.

“Who the hell are you?” Dain’s harsh words startled her and this time Violet did look up to see Rhiannon right beside them, looking a little worried.

“I’m Rhiannon. I’m Violet’s…friend”

“Listen to me, Rhiannon. Violet is fine” Dain continued “And if anyone asks, then you tell them exactly what I said, that it’s just the shock working out of her system. Understand?”

“It’s no one’s business what’s going on with Violet” Rhiannon said in a measured tone, but there was an obvious defiance in her voice “So I wouldn’t say shit. Especially not when she’s the reason I made it across the parapet”

“You’d better mean that” he replied.

“I could ask you who the hell you are” Rhiannon quipped and Violet could see one of her boots tapping on the ground.

“It’s okay, Rhiannon, he’s an old friend” Violet managed to say.

“And a second-year rider, cadet” the way he said those words was very uncharacteristic of Dain, and also a huge contrast to his caring touch on Violet’s back “No one can see you here, Vi, so take your time”

Violet nodded and tried to lift her torso enough to unlace Rhiannon’s boot from her feet, trying not to wince with every movement.

“Are you hurt?” Dain asked, his eyes oscillating between worry and anger while analyzing her body. Considering how long he had known Violet, she would not be surprised if he had already catalogued her possible injuries.

“My knee is sore” she admitted quietly.

Dain nodded discreetly, softness reaching his eyes “the right one?”

She smiled a little, confirming his answer. His hand dropped from her back and ran through the seams of the rib sheaths of her vest, noticing the two daggers nestled there. His gaze turned confused and, for a split second, Dain looked at Violet right in the eyes as if seeing her for the first time “You’re wearing daggers”

“Yeah. Four of them”

“Alright” his face slips into a hard mask again “Get your boots switched. You two look ridiculous. Vi, do you trust this one?”

Violet supposed it was the moment of truth. Rhiannon had been nothing but polite, even waiting for her to cross simply to return a boot when most people would simply vanish inside the safety of the courtyard. Whether the actions were performed out of personal interest or as payment for a favor, Violet could work with that.

“I do”

“Alright” Dain said, standing up and walking towards Rhiannon “I’m Dain Aetos, leader of Second Squad, Flame Section, Second Wing”

Violet took off the boot with difficulty and passed it to Rhiannon, retrieving her own in return. The movements paused slightly at the mention of the rank. It should not be a surprise that Dain attained such a high second year rank, he had always been an exceptional learner.

“Parapet should be over in the next couple of hours, depending on how fast the candidates cross or fall. Go find the redhead with the roll - she’s usually carrying a crossbow - and tell her that Dain Aetos put both you and Violet Sorrengail into his squad. If she questions you, tell her she owes me from saving her ass at Threshing last year. I’ll bring Violet back to the courtyard shortly”

Rhiannon sent her a look as if asking for confirmation.

“Wait” Violet interrupted, grabbing Dain by the arm and lowering him to her level, switching to lucerish “are you in direct chain of command from Riorson?”

His eyes snapped at her and the mask fully slipped, his features settling into horror “No, I’m not. But now that you’ve mentioned it, we can’t let him know you’re here. Whose last name did you use? because using your mother’s is a death sentence!”

“Hum” Violet shrugged “that ship has sailed. I got ratted out before even attempting at using dad’s. And Riorson was at parapet anyway, he knows my name and face”

Dain’s face was drained of all color and he muttered a blasphemous curse before turning to Rhiannon again “Go, do as I say before someone sees us. Now!”

Violet nodded at her in confirmation.

“Going” Rhiannon replied, her boots echoing on the stone in quick steps.

Shoving her feet into the boot, Violet fought through the pain and stood up.

“I can’t believe you traded a boot. That was reckless, Vi!” he scolded her, a familiar tune in their friendship. From panicked Dain trying to convince Violet not to climb a tree and break her legs to the brutal reality of their current lives.

“She would have died without trading” she tested her knees and they protested vehemently. They needed to be stabilized soon.

“You’re unbelievable” He complained, offering his arm for support “Take it. We need to get you to my room. You need to wrap that knee. Last I heard about you nobody had found a cure”

“You’d hear my odes of happiness all the way to your pristine citadel had they found it” Violet joked, but Dain did not laugh at it.

“Damn it, Violet. Damn it” was all he whispered while supporting her weight again and guiding them through a tunnel near the alcove, avoiding being seen by most people.

Violet felt relief flow through her body again, the strange detachment of her mind dissipating for a few seconds though her body still complained in growing pain. With Dain’s experienced and safe companionship, she finally let herself lower the state of high alert, trying to avoid the stress migraine that was already forming.

He guided her through a tunnel near the alcove, which opened into a secluded area. With no rider or cadet on sight, Violet finally let go and exposed the full extent of her limp, which Dain noticed.

“How bad is it?”

“Had it worse, but still hurts to put my weight on it” she whispered back.

They crossed the area relatively slow, entering a long corridor.

“You’re not supposed to be here” Dain gripped her arm tighter, his voice losing its firmness.

“Well aware”

“You’re supposed to be in the Scribe Quadrant” he continued “What the hell happened? Please tell me you did not volunteer for the Riders Quadrant”

Violet sent him the glare he was owed for a while “What do you think happened?”

He let go of her for a split second to open a large gate adorned with long lost Tyrrish runes “Your mother?”

“My mother” Violet confirmed “Something about ‘every Sorrengail is a rider’, you know?”

Dain simply huffed and they emerged from the corridor into a small anteroom. Violet mustered the most disgusting curse, one that would probably wake her own father from the dead to scold her, at the sight of circular stairs. Dain had to support her weight even more for her to manage the two sets.

“This is the second-year floor,” he explains quietly. “Which means-”

“I know. I’m not supposed to be up here” she finished “you were never this paranoid. In fact, I remember Dain Aetos being very good at sneaking where he was not allowed in”

“Sneaking into your room wasn’t illegal” he scoffed.

“Sneaking into my room with stolen liquor was” Violet countered “but if you’re that afraid, we can-”

“Don’t worry. If someone sees us, I’ll just say that I was overcome with lust at first sight and couldn’t wait another second to get you out of your pants”

His words dissipate the last of her tense shoulders and she chuckles quietly. Fuck she missed the weird ‘flirting but not making a move on you’ thing even if it was frustrating sometimes.

“I never knew a man more charming than you” she joked “also, I can throw in a few oh, Dain cries once we’re in your room just for believability”

Dain shook his head and rolled his eyes dramatically, stopping by a simple wooden door and making a hand sign. An audible click sounded on the empty hallway and the small action was enough to astonish her.

“That’s…something” she mimicked his hand motion.

Another stark reminder of his current status. It was easy to forget Dain was not a regular man anymore. Seeing such a small performance of magic was strange coming from him. From her mother and siblings? Sure, Violet had gotten used to it, but Dain…They had been equals for so long. Longer than her own siblings had been with her.

“Don’t look so surprised!” he said in indignation, entering his room.

At first sight, the space did not differ much from the one she lived in for the last few years. There was a rack with a few different weapons, from short swords to daggers, some books and paper scattered on his desk. She could even recognize a tome about Krovlan language she had gifted him for his birthday, a smile spreading through her face that Dain brought it with him to the quadrant. Her heart soured remembering the fable book she left behind.

“Nice room”

“You should see the view” he guided her towards an arched window, where the rest of the fortress extended for kilometers and the Iakobos river draped across the plain land, adorned by the distant mountains. It was strange to see the citadel from that perspective and almost beautiful if it wasn’t for the perfect view of the parapet. Violet averted her gaze immediately, the horrors from being on that bridge still raw inside her.

“Do you have wraps in here?” Dain asked, giving her pack back and guiding her to his desk chair.

“Got them all from Major Gillstead” Violet replied, sitting down with a struggle and opening her bag. The wraps were right on top, thanks to Mira.

“Make yourself at home” Dain announced, leaning against this door with significantly less tense shoulders “As much as I hate that you’re here, I have to say it’s more than nice to see your face, Vi”

His gaze softened and she could almost see the shy boy she met all those years ago come back to the surface. For a moment, she could pretend that they were just two teenagers again, waiting for the night to fall so they can finally leave and do something other than training or education.

“I’ve missed you” she admitted, a bittersweet taste on her tongue.

“Yeah. I’ve missed you, too” there was more in his eyes than the words proclaimed, something almost akin to longing, but he quickly snapped out of it “You’d better get that leg wrapped. I won’t look”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before” Violet commented, unbuttoning her pants and sliding the leather down her legs. She cursed at her swollen knees, one worse than the other. Removing the ruined wraps and the metal braces, she quickly assessed if the joint was at risk of dislocating.

“Yeah, well, we’re not sneaking away to swim, are we?” his teasing tone was a good distraction from the pain as Violet began to tighten the new fabric around her swollen joints, trying to keep the braces in the correct place. The movements were practiced and fast thanks to her years of experience dealing with the condition.

Violet adjusted her pants and tested her joints by standing. The pain was still there, insistent and annoying, but the joint was secure enough. It would be a nightmare until the swell diminished and her life would be a bit more miserable than usual, but it was still way better than a dislocation “I’m decent”

Dain turned, the softness completely gone from his brown eyes as he took her in analytically “You look…different”

Look who’s talking.

“It’s the leathers. Why? Is different bad?” Violet inquired.

“It’s just…Different”

The somber look in his eyes was another unpleasant reminder of the obvious distance that was settling between them.

“Why, Dain Aetos” she deflected the sudden realization, trying to sound humorously “You’ve seen me in swimwear, tunics, and even ballgowns. Are you telling me it’s the leather that does it for you?”

Dain rolled his eyes, smiling, and Violet felt the distance shorten a little bit. His face was tinged with redness and she rejoiced that the shy boy still in fact resided within that rider.

“Glad to see our year apart hasn’t dulled your tongue, Vi” he replied, turning to open the door for her.

Violet grabbed her leather rucksack “I can do quite a few things with my tongue. You’d be impressed”

The redness was more than evident and Violet wondered if he would stammer as he used to, but Dain simply shook his head and slipped the impartial mask back up “We have to get you out of here, I wanted to speak more about…well, everything, but I can’t be late for formation”

Violet nodded “It’s okay. We can talk later”

They left his room and she felt a little better at the stability of her knees while descending the stairs, the nausea quieting down as the ache became bearable. She walked straight towards the gate, but Dain redirected her to another flight of stairs below.

“There’s a door at the bottom of this stairwell, below the main level, that leads to the passage into the Healers Quadrant farther up the ravine” he said, already descending “We’ll get you through that and into the Scribe Quadrant. It’s just enough time for me to return without raising much suspicion too”

Violet paused at the top of the stairs “What?”

Dain turned back to face her and offered a hand “The Scribe Quadrant”

“I can’t go to the Scribe Quadrant, Dain”

“I’m sorry?”

“Lilith won’t stand for it, you know her!” she whispered “You bring me there and she’ll just haul me right back and tell your father that you helped me”

His eyes flared “You can’t stay, Vi. This place will kill you. Nobody in this quadrant would even care if you disappeared even if you had volunteered”

Violet felt laughter flutter in her chest, a bitter kind that often made her an entirely different - and not so kind - person. One honed from years of grief of who she could have been.

“One, I’m well aware of what my chances are here, Dain, and two, usually fifteen percent of candidates don’t make it past the parapet, and I’m still standing, so I guess I’m beating those odds already”

Dain looked at her in exasperation “I’m not saying you didn’t just kick absolute ass by getting here, Vi. But you have to leave. You’ll break the first time they put you in the sparring ring, and that’s before the dragons sense that you’re…”

“I’m what?” Violet prompted, sourness overwhelming her sense of taste “Go ahead and say it. When they sense I’m less than the others? Is that what you mean?”

“Damn it, Vi. Stop putting words in my mouth. You know what I mean. Even if you survive Threshing, there’s no guarantee a dragon will bond you. As it was, last year we had thirty-four unbonded cadets who have just been sitting around, waiting to restart the year with this class to get a chance at bonding again, and they’re all perfectly healthy-”

“Fuck you” her words were strangled with anger. Though his words held no lies, it was fucking awful when Dain, someone who always knew her stance and opinion regarding her illness, repeated the same discourse everyone else did. Fuck, her mother had been more confident in Violet’s survival than him!

“I’m trying to keep you alive!” Dain’s tone rose to that unfamiliar level again “If we get you to the Scribe Quadrant right now, you can still ace their test and have a phenomenal story to tell when you’re out drinking. I take you back out there and it’s out of my hands. I can’t protect you here. Not fully”

Those last sentences caught her attention. Mira had asked to seek his protection and, in a way, Violet wanted to feel safe, to have someone watching her back in a place that promised to be deadly. She had trained for half a year only, Dain was not wrong by saying she would be eaten alive either by people…or dragons. The fear in his eyes was evident, the pleading of his features and the insistence of his hands, begging her to follow him.

Could he really protect her? Could anyone for that matter?

As angry as Violet felt about the commentary on her health, his actions made her reflect even more about her abilities. Dain had survived that entire first year in that quadrant, he knew where everything could go wrong, knew Violet since they were children, and if he was not confident in protecting her, then things were in fact more brutal than she could imagine.

“I’m sorry, Dain, but there is nothing we can do. Lilith forced me into the quadrant and we are both lying to ourselves thinking she won’t anticipate me trying to run away with your help. Fuck, everyone on the loop to make sure I don’t escape”

“We can try!” he insisted “your mother can’t deviate everyone from their duties just for that”

Violet looked at Dain as if he had said the stupidest thing in the world “You want to bet me on this?”

“I don’t want to bet on my best friend living or dying! Do you think it’ll be fun to see what they’ll do to you, knowing you’re General Sorrengail’s daughter? Putting on leathers doesn’t make you a rider, Vi. They’re going to tear you to shreds, and if they don’t, the dragons will. In the Riders Quadrant, you either graduate or die, and you know that. Let me save you”

His shoulders dropped in defeat and Violet felt bad for him. It was difficult to stay angry with someone desperate to save a friend.

“Please let me save you” he whispered.

Violet descended a few steps, grasping his shoulders affectionately and offering a smile she knew was far from comforting. There was no comfort for both of them, only acquiescence.

“You can’t. Lilith won’t let it happen and you might even get in deep shit trying to help me. I either leave here as a rider or as a name on a stone”

“I can’t protect you, Vi” his voice was on the verge of snapping “I have my hands tied in so many aspects-”

“Hey” Violet tried to firm up her voice “I’m not asking you to. I’ll traverse this just like any other - on my own”

For a moment Dain was about to protest but then remained silent. He raised his hand and hovered over her face as if asking for permission, which she consented to. There was a familiar brush of fingers on the side of her face.

“I’ll find a way, Vi. You’re not going to die”

Her heart fell and Violet smiled just as sadly as she felt “I’m not going to die”

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ezracapamalabanan · 9 months ago

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REFLECTION ESSAY

"Never forget"

Every hour we learn something, there is a reason why it happens for us to learn. This story that I learned is one that I will never forget. In September 2023, I remember that me and my boyfriend were so happy that day because we were spending a lot of time and day bonding because after that day was the weekend, but that day I thought happy was one of those who would bring me trauma.

So this is my story that gave me more lessons. My boyfriend picked me up from school after class to bond together. We talked about whether we should go home first to change our outfits so that we can be comfortable with what the bonding will do. But we agreed not to because it would not be a waste of gas and the time would be long enough to get confused and lost. So we went to the mall to bond together and go around and buy other personal items. After that, we talked about going for rides because what we see is that the weather is good because it's not that hot. But while we were on the trip, we didn't expect it to rain heavily, but we were ready for the rain when we brought a raincoat. We stopped next to stop and put on a raincoat, and we decided to wait for the rain first because we were thinking that we might be damaged by the heavy rain and cause an accident.When the rain stopped, we continued riding, and we ate at the restaurant we passed. That karenderya makes me happy because, for the cheap price, the food here is still very tasty, like I feel in a restaurant, because that food brings me to heaven. I really appreciate food, even if it's cheap or expensive. After we eat and also date, we decide to go home because we just want to watch Netflix and chill at the house. While the boyfriend was driving, there were a lot of signals that we were going through trouble. I heard some shouting on the road as if my feelings were restless. When we were on the highway, we were so happy because we were so excited to watch Netflix, and the unexpected happened. Stop light only a few seconds left; green light all of the motorcycle is running fast, and we are already there. Not far from the crossing, we didn't expect that there was oil on the road that was spreading, and no one gave a warning to the passersby, and that's when we stopped. After all of what happened, I feel like the world has gone silent; I can't hear anything but silence, and I see a car wheel that is very close to me on my side. That happened to make me cry, and it still made me feel soft, but I showed my boyfriend that I am a strong woman, and at that time I didn't feel any pain from anything. But a woman told me that I should sit because He said I had a big wound on my leg, and that's when I felt the pain in my whole body, but I tried to make it okay so that it wouldn't add to my pain, but there was only one thing I mentioned: at that time, the word medic was not. It turns out that you were the only one who had the accident; there were many motorbikes ahead of us. I can't look at my foot with a wound because, when I see it, it only adds to the pain. Until we got home, I hid it from my parents so I wouldn't be surprised by what happened. I tried to be okay, but I couldn't, and I was able to tell my parents what really happened with my boyfriend, and we decided that I should rest first and not go in to heal my wound.

I learned and realized what happened to me: first, always pray before you leave or go everywhere. The second is to always follow the law and follow dress codes for safety, and lastly, always tell your parents what really happened to you so they will help you. That is my story that made me realize and learn.

TRAVELOGUE

"Exploring Baguio's Charm"

Nestled amidst the mountains of the Cordillera region in the Philippines, Baguio City is a place of enchantment and wonder. Its natural beauty, cultural heritage, and vibrant markets draw travelers from far and wide. Join me on a journey as we explore some of Baguio's most iconic spots, from the scenic Mines View to the bustling Baguio Market, and the charming colorful houses that line its streets.

First stop is the Mines View Park and this is my favorite place that I always want to see. As the sun peers over the horizon, I found myself standing at Mines View Park, an elevated vantage point that offers a breathtaking panorama of the city and its surroundings. The remnants of the city's mining past are visible below, with abandoned mines dotting the landscape. The cool mountain breeze and the sight of the majestic mountains in the distance create a sense of tranquility and awe, making Mines View Park a must-visit spot in Baguio.

Our family next stop is the Burnham Park. The heart of Baguio beats at Burnham Park, a verdant oasis in the midst of the city. At the center of the park lies Burnham Lake, its shimmering waters reflecting the beauty of the surrounding landscape. Visitors can partake in boat rides on the lake, savor a leisurely stroll along its promenades, or simply relax amidst nature's embrace. The laughter of children, the chirping of birds, and the fragrance of flowers fill the air, creating a serene retreat for all who visit.

Our 3rd stop is the Baguio market. Step into the vibrant tapestry of Baguio Market, where colors, aromas, and flavors collide in a sensory feast. Stalls brim with fresh fruits, vegetables, and local handicrafts, creating a bustling hub of activity. Sample the succulent strawberries and juicy mangoes, or immerse yourself in the vibrant tapestry of textiles and souvenirs. The market pulses with the energy of local vendors and eager shoppers, offering a glimpse into Baguio's vibrant culture and culinary heritage.

Our 4th stop is the Lion's Head. Guarding the entrance to Baguio is the imposing figure of Lion's Head, a symbol of strength and pride. Carved out of limestone, the majestic lion stands tall against the backdrop of the mountains, welcoming visitors with open arms. Tourists flock to the site to capture photos with this iconic landmark, marking their journey to the City of Pines. The rugged beauty of Lion's Head serves as a testament to Baguio's resilience and enduring spirit.

Our last travel is the colorful houses. Wandering through the streets of Baguio, one cannot help but be captivated by the charming array of colorful houses that line the cityscape. Each house is a work of art, painted in vibrant hues of red, blue, yellow, and green, adding a whimsical touch to the city's ambiance. Flowers bloom in window boxes, and decorations adorn the facades, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that delights the eye. The colorful houses of Baguio reflect the creativity and warmth of its residents, making it a truly unique and inviting destination.

As the day draws to a close, I carry with me the memories of Baguio's enchanting charm – from the panoramic views of Mines View Park to the serenity of Burnham Park, the vibrant energy of Baguio Market, the iconic presence of Lion's Head, and the whimsical beauty of the colorful houses. Baguio City is a tapestry of experiences and emotions, waiting to be explored and cherished by all who set foot in this magical mountain retreat.

LITERARY JOURNALISM

" First US-Japan-Philippines summit to boost defense ties"

In a groundbreaking display of unity and strategic partnership, the inaugural US-Japan-Philippines summit marks a pivotal moment in the realm of international relations, as the three nations come together to bolster their defense ties and enhance regional security. This historic convergence of diplomatic forces resonates with the echoes of camaraderie and shared objectives, painting a vivid portrait of collaboration and solidarity in the Asia-Pacific region.

The US-Japan-Philippines summit stands as a beacon of strength and fortitude in the face of evolving global challenges, akin to a well-fortified fortress that shields the participating nations from the winds of uncertainty and adversity. Just as a fortress offers protection and security to those within its walls, this trilateral alliance seeks to fortify its defense capabilities and fortify its commitment to upholding peace and stability in the region.

The spirit of cooperation and partnership dances gracefully across the negotiating table, as leaders from the US, Japan, and the Philippines engage in dialogue and deliberation, imbuing the summit with a sense of vitality and purpose. The alliance itself takes on a life of its own, embodying a shared vision of security and prosperity that transcends national boundaries and individual interests.

The US-Japan-Philippines summit emerges as a symbolic gesture of unity and solidarity, casting a bright light on the importance of multilateral cooperation in addressing pressing security challenges. Like a beacon in the darkness, this alliance illuminates a path forward towards a more secure and resilient future for the Asia-Pacific region, signaling a shared commitment to upholding peace, stability, and the rule of law.

In conclusion, the first US-Japan-Philippines summit to boost defense ties serves as a testament to the power of collaboration and collective action in fostering regional security and prosperity. Through the use of metaphor, personification, and symbolism, we can unravel the layers of complexity and significance inherent in this momentous occasion, capturing the essence of unity, strength, and shared purpose that define the alliance between the US, Japan, and the Philippines. As this trilateral partnership continues to evolve and deepen, may it serve as a shining example of the transformative potential of international cooperation in navigating the challenges of the 21st century global landscape.

MEMOIR

" Reflections on a Year of Resilience During COVID-19 Pandemic"

As the world was plunged into chaos and uncertainty by the relentless spread of the COVID-19 pandemic, I found myself navigating through uncharted waters, grappling with fear, isolation, and loss. The invisible enemy had disrupted lives, shattered dreams, and tested the resilience of individuals and communities worldwide. Join me on a journey through the trials and triumphs of a year defined by the shadow of COVID-19.

The first whispers of the pandemic arrived like a distant storm, foreboding and ominous. As headlines blared with news of a novel coronavirus sweeping across continents, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. The once-familiar routines of daily life evaporated as lockdowns were enforced, borders closed, and faces masked. The world as we knew it had shifted, leaving us adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, as isolation became the new norm. The walls of my home became both sanctuary and prison, echoing with the silence of solitude. Time stretched and warped, blurring the lines between yesterday, today, and tomorrow. In the stillness of solitude, I found myself confronting fears, unearthing buried emotions, and reevaluating priorities. The pandemic had forced me to confront my vulnerabilities and rediscover my strength.

Amidst the darkness of the pandemic, rays of light pierced through in the form of acts of kindness and resilience. Communities came together in solidarity, neighbors reached out to help one another, and frontline workers battled tirelessly on the front lines. Random acts of kindness – from sharing groceries with a neighbor to applauding healthcare workers from balconies – served as reminders of the indomitable human spirit. In the face of adversity, kindness and resilience shone like beacons of hope.

As I reflect on a year overshadowed by the specter of COVID-19, I am reminded of the resilience, compassion, and strength that emerged in the face of adversity. The pandemic had tested us in ways we could never have imagined, pushing us to the brink of despair and uncertainty. Yet, amidst the darkness, there were moments of light – acts of kindness, resilience, and courage that restored my faith in humanity. As we continue to navigate the uncertain road ahead, I carry with me the lessons learned, the memories forged, and the indomitable spirit that has sustained us through the storm.

FACIAL RECOGNITION

"The Sloop Nose: A Sister's Punch and a Symbol of Resilience"

The story of his sloop nose is not just a tale of physical transformation but a narrative of resilience and sibling bonds. The unique curve of his nose, caused by a punch from his sister, holds deeper significance in shaping his identity and relationships. Let's delve into the story of his sloop nose and the impact of his sister's punch on his life.

The sloop nose, a distinctive feature resulting from a forceful punch by his sister, marks a significant moment in their shared history. What began as a playful exchange between siblings took an unexpected turn, leaving a lasting imprint on his appearance. The curve of his nose, once a source of physical alteration, now stands as a symbol of strength and resilience.

The impact of his sloop nose goes beyond its visual aspect, serving as a testament to the bond between him and his sister. The incident that led to its formation represents a moment of conflict turned into a story of endurance and acceptance. Through the visible mark of his sloop nose, he carries a reminder of the complexities and connections within sibling relationships. Despite its unconventional shape, his sloop nose holds a place of pride in his identity. It is a reminder of the shared experiences, challenges overcome, and the unbreakable bond that exists between siblings. The sloop nose not only reflects a physical alteration but also embodies the emotional strength and resilience that define their relationship.

In conclusion, the sloop nose, a result of his sister's punch, is more than a cosmetic change—it is a symbol of resilience and enduring family ties. The curve of his nose represents a journey of transformation and acceptance, turning a moment of conflict into a story of connection and strength. As he wears his sloop nose with pride, he carries with him the reminder of the profound impact of shared experiences and the unbreakable bond between siblings. The sloop nose stands as a testament to the power of love, forgiveness, and the lasting effects of a single punch that shaped more than just his physical appearance.

SELF OBITUARY

" A Life Remembered: A Self-Obituary"

In the tapestry of existence, I have played my part, weaving threads of love, laughter, and cherished memories. As I reflect on a life lived with purpose and passion, I invite you to join me in celebrating the moments that defined my journey and the legacy I leave behind.

My life's journey was a symphony of experiences, composed of highs and lows, joys and sorrows. From the dawn of my days to the twilight of my existence, I embraced every chapter with gratitude and grace. Through triumphs and trials, I emerged stronger, wiser, and more resilient, guided by the values that anchored my soul. At the heart of my narrative were the relationships that sculpted my identity and enriched my days. Family, friends, mentors—each held a unique place in the tapestry of my life, filling it with warmth, laughter, and profound connections. Their love and support were pillars of strength, sustaining me through life's storms and comforting me in moments of solitude.

As I reflect on the paths I traversed and the footprints I left behind, I find solace in the legacy I have built. My endeavors, however modest, contributed to the greater tapestry of humanity, leaving a mark of compassion, kindness, and empathy. I hope to be remembered not for the accolades I received, but for the kindness I extended and the hearts I touched along the way.

As I stand at the threshold of eternity, I bid farewell to the physical realm with a heart brimming with gratitude and a spirit at peace. This self-obituary is not a farewell, but a testament to a life well-lived, a story told, and a legacy cherished. May my memory linger in the hearts of those who knew me, a gentle whisper of the love, laughter, and light I shared. In the tapestry of life, my thread may fade, but the essence of who I was will endure, a beacon of hope and inspiration for those who follow in my footsteps. Thank you for being part of my story, and may my spirit find eternal rest in the embrace of the cosmos.

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asvellyon · 9 months ago

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¿Cuáles son las diferencias entre América y Medellín?

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¿Cuáles son las diferencias entre América y Medellín?

Geografía de América

América es un continente extraordinario, rico en diversidad geográfica y cultural. Desde las vastas llanuras de América del Norte hasta las exuberantes selvas tropicales de América Central y del Sur, este continente ofrece una variedad de paisajes que cautivan a cualquier observador.

En el norte, encontramos las majestuosas Montañas Rocosas, que se extienden a lo largo de la frontera entre Estados Unidos y Canadá, y los Grandes Lagos, que constituyen una de las mayores reservas de agua dulce del mundo. Hacia el sur, el paisaje se transforma en el árido desierto de Sonora y el imponente cañón del Colorado, creando un contraste fascinante.

América Central, por otro lado, está marcada por su rica biodiversidad. Desde las densas selvas de la península de Yucatán hasta los volcanes activos de Guatemala, esta región alberga una increíble variedad de flora y fauna. Además, cuenta con impresionantes formaciones geológicas como el Gran Agujero Azul en Belice, un sumidero submarino que atrae a buceadores de todo el mundo.

En América del Sur, nos encontramos con la majestuosidad de los Andes, la cordillera más larga y alta del mundo, que atraviesa varios países y ofrece paisajes impresionantes como el salar de Uyuni en Bolivia y el Parque Nacional Torres del Paine en Chile. Asimismo, la selva amazónica, la más extensa del planeta, cubre gran parte de Brasil y se extiende hacia Perú, Colombia y otros países, siendo el hogar de innumerables especies de plantas y animales.

En resumen, la geografía de América es un tesoro natural que ofrece una variedad de paisajes y ecosistemas únicos en el mundo, invitando a los viajeros a explorar y maravillarse ante su belleza incomparable.

Historia de Medellín

Medellín es una ciudad colombiana con una rica historia llena de altibajos, transformaciones y resiliencia. Fundada en 1616 por el español Francisco Herrera Campuzano, se ha convertido en uno de los epicentros culturales, económicos y turísticos del país.

Durante el siglo XIX, Medellín experimentó un rápido crecimiento gracias a la industria textil y la minería, convirtiéndose en un importante centro comercial y manufacturero. Sin embargo, también sufrió tiempos difíciles durante la época de la violencia asociada al narcotráfico en la década de 1980.

Hoy en día, Medellín es conocida por su innovación social y urbanística, habiendo transformado barrios marginales en espacios culturales y educativos. La ciudad ha sido reconocida a nivel internacional por su moderno sistema de transporte público, sus programas de inclusión social y su compromiso con la sostenibilidad ambiental.

Además de su desarrollo urbano, Medellín también es hogar de una rica escena cultural, con museos, teatros, festivales y eventos culturales que reflejan la diversidad y creatividad de su gente. La gastronomía local, con platos como la bandeja paisa y el ajiaco, también es un elemento fundamental de la identidad de la ciudad.

En resumen, la historia de Medellín es un testimonio de la capacidad de una sociedad para superar desafíos y reinventarse a sí misma, convirtiéndose en un ejemplo de progreso y transformación para el resto del mundo.

Economía comparativa

La teoría de la economía comparativa es fundamental para entender las relaciones comerciales entre los países y cómo se benefician mutuamente a través del comercio internacional. Este enfoque se basa en la idea de que las naciones deben especializarse en la producción de bienes y servicios en los que tienen una ventaja comparativa, es decir, en los que son más eficientes que otros países. Al hacerlo, se logra una asignación más eficiente de los recursos a nivel global.

Uno de los conceptos clave en la economía comparativa es la ventaja comparativa, que se refiere a la capacidad de un país para producir un bien o servicio a un costo relativamente más bajo que otro país. Esta ventaja puede deberse a diversos factores, como la disponibilidad de recursos naturales, la tecnología, la mano de obra especializada, entre otros.

El comercio internacional facilita el intercambio de bienes y servicios entre países, permitiendo que cada uno se beneficie de la especialización y la ventaja comparativa. A través del comercio, las naciones pueden acceder a una mayor variedad de productos, reducir costos de producción y aumentar la eficiencia económica a nivel global.

En resumen, la economía comparativa es una herramienta poderosa para entender cómo funciona el comercio internacional y cómo los países pueden beneficiarse de la especialización y la cooperación económica. Es fundamental para promover el crecimiento económico, la creación de empleo y el desarrollo sostenible a nivel mundial.

Cultura y tradiciones

Las culturas alrededor del mundo se caracterizan por sus tradiciones únicas y costumbres arraigadas en la historia de cada sociedad. La cultura y las tradiciones juegan un papel fundamental en la identidad de un pueblo, reflejando su historia, valores y creencias.

En muchos países, las celebraciones tradicionales forman parte importante del calendario anual, atrayendo a locales y turistas por igual. Estas festividades suelen estar llenas de música, bailes, comida típica y rituales que han sido transmitidos de generación en generación.

Las tradiciones también se manifiestan en la artesanía local, como textiles, cerámica y joyería, que reflejan la habilidad y creatividad de los artesanos. Estas piezas únicas no solo son objeto de admiración, sino que también son símbolos de la rica herencia cultural de cada región.

Además, la cultura y las tradiciones influyen en la forma en que las personas se relacionan entre sí y con su entorno. Por ejemplo, el respeto a los ancestros, los rituales religiosos y las festividades comunitarias son expresiones de la conexión emocional y espiritual de las personas con su historia y sus creencias.

En resumen, la cultura y las tradiciones son pilares fundamentales de la identidad de un pueblo, que contribuyen a enriquecer la diversidad cultural del mundo y a fortalecer los lazos entre las comunidades. Es importante preservar y celebrar estas costumbres para honrar el pasado, comprender el presente y construir un futuro basado en el respeto y la diversidad.

Clima y medio ambiente

El clima y el medio ambiente son dos elementos interconectados que desempeñan un papel crucial en la salud y el bienestar de nuestro planeta. El clima se refiere a las condiciones atmosféricas a largo plazo, mientras que el medio ambiente abarca todo lo que nos rodea, incluida la tierra, el aire, el agua y los seres vivos que habitan en ella.

El cambio climático es una de las mayores preocupaciones en la actualidad, ya que está provocando alteraciones significativas en el clima de la Tierra. El aumento de las temperaturas, la elevación del nivel del mar, la acidificación de los océanos y la intensificación de fenómenos meteorológicos extremos son algunas de las consecuencias directas del cambio climático.

Estos impactos no solo afectan a la biodiversidad y los ecosistemas naturales, sino también a la salud y el bienestar de las comunidades humanas en todo el mundo. La contaminación del aire, el agua y el suelo, la deforestación, la pérdida de biodiversidad y la sobreexplotación de recursos naturales son algunas de las principales causas de la degradación ambiental que contribuyen al cambio climático.

Es fundamental tomar medidas urgentes para proteger y preservar nuestro clima y medio ambiente. La adopción de prácticas sostenibles, la reducción de las emisiones de gases de efecto invernadero, la promoción de energías limpias y renovables, la conservación de los recursos naturales y la sensibilización pública son pasos clave para mitigar los impactos del cambio climático y garantizar un futuro sostenible para las generaciones venideras. ¡Cuidemos juntos de nuestro planeta!

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