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No âmbito do estudo do conto "Saga" de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen na aula de Inglês, os alunos de 8º ano foram desafiados a escrever um final alternativo ao conto.
Partilhamos um texto da autoria de Lívia Borel, 8ºA, com respetiva ilustração.
Saga - Changing the story
by Lívia Borel
At the age of 21, Hans' dream finally came true, he became a ship captain and traveled the world. The sea was his home, and adventure awaited him. But fate had other plans. As he sailed toward Italy, his ship’s foreman ran to him, panic in his eyes.
“Captain! Military ships are going to attack Vig!”
Hans felt his heart stop. His home. His family. In danger. His voice shook as he shouted to his crew.
“Change course now! We have to go to Vig! My family is in trouble!”
Without thinking about the consequences, without caring about the fact that his parents might never forgive him, he turned the ship toward the small island. But when he arrived, it was too late. The war had already begun. Military ships were firing at homes, killing innocent people. Smoke filled the sky. The streets were filled with screams, with bodies. Hans did not hesitate. Fear did not exist. He ran to his old house, breaking down the door, his voice raw with desperation.
“Mom! Dad! It’s me, Hans! We need to go! Now! The soldiers will kill you!”
For a moment, silence. Then, a choked sob. His father recognized his voice. Tears streamed down his face. His mother, shaking with emotion, ran to hug him tightly.
“I was so proud and stubborn,” his father whispered. “But I have always loved you.”
But war does not wait. And death does not forgive. As they held each other, the old, crumbling roof gave way. Hans and his father barely managed to escape, but his mother was trapped beneath the wreckage. She screamed, but then—silence. Hans fell to his knees, digging at the rubble with trembling hands, but it was useless. She was gone. Buried under the home that once kept them safe.
There was no time to cry. The soldiers were everywhere. They had to run. Hans pulled his father to his feet, dragging him through the chaos. They ran as fast as they could, reaching Hans’ ship just as the soldiers noticed them.
“Dad, get in now!” Hans shouted.
Gunfire erupted. Bullets struck the ship, tearing it apart. The once strong ship, built to survive anything, was sinking. In the chaos, Hans’ father snapped. His grief twisted into rage.
“This is your fault!” he shouted. “You are a burden!”
Hans froze, the words cutting through him deeper than any bullet. Tears welled in his eyes, but he had no time to break down. Then, he remembered that they had an inflatable boat. Through his tears, he turned to his crew.
“Everyone, get in the boat. I’ll distract them. I won’t survive, but that doesn’t matter. Thank you for making my dream of being a captain come true.”
He turned to his father, his voice soft.
“Dad, I know we have never had an easy relationship. But you always sacrificed for me. Now, I can finally repay you. I love you. And I love Mama. Now, with Hoyle, maybe you can be happy again.”
His father’s face crumpled.
“No, Hans! Don’t do this!”
But Hans had made his choice. He ran, drawing the soldiers’ attention. The bullets hit him, but he did not stop. He fell to the ground, his father’s screams filling the air. His vision blurred. His last thought was a wish - let him smile again. And somehow, he did. His father lived. He found happiness once more. But Hans would never know it. He had given his life for love, for duty, for redemption. And war had claimed another soul.
The end…
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