Redação Inglês

My name is Madoka and this is my story.

I consider myself a good person, because the thing I like the most is helping others, whenever I am sad or having a bad day I remember all the good deeds I did and all the people I saved and it just puts a smile in my face.

You may be wondering, how do I help people? well, I do what I can, some of my greatest achievements are suddenly coming to my mind: there was that one time I rescued people from a sinking boat, that time I got a kitten off a tree and that one monster infestation in the 90’s.

I was walking around the town when a man sitting In the ground said something to me:

-Spare some change m’lady?

I gladly gave the man 10$ and said:

-here, buy something to eat

He thanked me and went inside a grocery store. He came out with an orange juice and a smile, sat in the sidewalk drank it and said:

-Ah, delicious

My attention was caught when I saw a high speed car coming to my direction, the car ran over the homeless man‘s foot and then crashed into a light post. As the man screamed of pain a big man came out of the car and he was visibly drunk.

-What have you done -I said, in shock

-Relax, It’s just a hobo – said the drunk

- Apologize to him

-What? Do you know who I am? I am Oberon, the king, I don’t apologize – He shouted as he grabbed a crown from the car and put it in his head.

-It doesn’t matter if you are a king, all people are supposed to be treated equally.

-How dare you! – Oberon jumped at me with a closed fist. Luckily I dodged in time.

-So that’s how it is going to be huh?

I picked up the light post from the ground, it was old, wooden and at the shining end there was a bright burning candle.

As I lunged in for combat, Oberon raised his left arm, completely defending my strike. Then he started smiling and took off his coat, I jumped backwards from what was seemingly a giant bug in his back. I was even more surprised when those bug wings started flapping and Oberon was slowly gaining distance from the ground.

-So you can fly huh?

- Being a king has its benefits.

I rushed ahead with the pole in hands and leapt in the air almost as high as he was and grabbed his feet.

-That is impossible, how can you jump this high?

-A friend once told me: Go beyond the impossible and kick reason to the curb.

He lost his balance and we fell for seconds before hitting the ground.

I woke up in a swamp with half of the post in my hand and the other half broken in the ground. A few meters ahead of me was the king getting up from the mud, we looked each other in the eyes and started running with our last strengths. It was me or him, the final showdown.

I dodged his right arm, he dodged my left, I swung the pole downwards as he raised his left arm, even though I hit him in the belly my weapon broke down and his right hand clashed with my body. It was over, in my last breath I looked at him and said:

-Imagine if I had a real weapon

As I turned my head I saw the impossible, a man in an old robe with a box of orange juice on his left hand and a huge crutch in his right one standing in the horizon. He shouted:

-This is my swamp!!

I will never forget that day, the day when the savior needed saving, and because of him, I can tell this tale today, be good with each other, you never know when you will need it.

FIN