It took me a long time to start talking about this creature, throughout my 30 years I have come across things that I believed only existed in our imagination and somehow I have managed to prove their existence to the world. Sometimes I debated if that was the right thing to do, I said to myself -for something they are hidden, maybe it is better this way- but other times I said — how much could we learn from each other— many times I did not sleep because I was debating about this, but Even so, I have been researching them for more than 15 years, but it was only 9 years ago that my research finally paid off, after that came a very good run, the next 3 years were incredible, discovery after discovery but then ... the war started, At that time I was living in London to be close to my parents, who had bought a house there a couple of years before, I still remember that day, I was returning from a failed expedition, so I was thinking of relaxing having a coffee, in my favorite cafeteria, when I heard on the radio that they had declared war on us, like all the young people of that time, full of hunger for adventure, I decided to enlist, I thought — this is how I do my part and perhaps I will run into a creature that I do not know — I really did not know what that I was getting involved, the next 6 years I saw the most evil face of humanity, although it was also accompanied many times by flashes of goodness that left you bewildered. If this war left me something, it was a meeting that I will never forget, or maybe I should say, reunion?
I guess it is better to start to explain the first meeting, When I was a child, probably at 8 or 10 years old, I used to go a lot to a cabin that was in roumare a Normandy forest, every night in that cabin my father told my brothers and to me, stories about fantastic creatures that were beyond our understanding with which I was always speechless and wishing one day to see one. On one of those occasions I went with my brothers to explore the forest hoping to find one of these creatures and I ended up getting lost, I could not believe it, I was extremely ashamed since a couple of hours before I argued with my mother about whether or not I could go to the forest. with my brothers since, according to her, I was too young to go to the forest. I swore to him that he was old enough to accompany my brothers, but even so I ended up losing myself. As night entered, that shame began to turn into fear, after all I was a child lost in the forest, a forest where those creatures of the many they told us could be and I could only think, what if I ran into one Of the bad, if it was a fairy or a goblin maybe they would help me, but if it was something else, what if it ate me, even so, I kept moving aimlessly. Without knowing if he was going to survive as it was getting dark, the cold increased.
Which was normal since it was autumn, so apart from being scared I was freezing to death, I genuinely thought I would die, my mind went to a somewhere dark place or at least for a child of my age thinking about how they were going to found me, if I was simply frozen or eaten by some animal, but among all those thoughts the ones that weighed the most was dying without knowing one of these creatures, I couldn't help but start(stared to crying) crying, then something strange happened, it was something complicated listening, between my cries, but there was a small voice that said — don't cry— I thought it was my imagination but out of the corner of my eye I began to see a small light, probably in another situation I wouldn't have noticed it but being in complete darkness I realized He says there was something behind me, that for some reason It didn't cause me fear but it makes me fell tranquility, so I decided to turn around and that was when I saw it,it was a very strange a little creature with a beautiful green color, large eyes and horns, with a mark on the face that looked like small smiles.
Without knowing very well what I was seeing, I can't help but approach with amazement, while I was thinking, I finally happened, I found one, although it did not resemble any creature that my father had mentioned in his stories. -What's your name- I asked to him, I didn't know if he could understand my language, but I had to confirm if that was the voice I heard— wilubi— he answered me, I was amazed, he could speaks my language. The next question I asked was -what are you- just at that moment I heard my parents calling me forcing me to turn around and when my gaze returned, it was gone but still in that small instant with a voice that echoed through the trees I heard— I am a Wulbor— after returning to the cabin and being scolded severely by my mother, I asked my father about the wulbors but he told me that he had never heard of them, we returned home and looked both in the books we had and in those of the public library but in no book, not even in the older ones, did anything about the wulbors.
After not finding anything I was a bit disappointed, I didn't know why, but despite only living for a few minutes with that little creature, I just couldn't forget it and that was when my father told me something that probably started everything for me. . Instead of telling me that it was nonsense or that it was my imagination he just told me- well son, you may be the first to run into that creature, if there are no books about them, make one- to this day sometimes I think that such Once he only said it so as not to disappoint a small child, but thanks to those words it is that today I am a renowned researcher on these creatures. Despite that, for many years, I knew absolutely nothing about that creature, not even having its name, I managed to find something or at least it was until 2 years ago, this happened shortly after we landed in Normandy.
The famous D-day should I say the infamous D-day, when people find out that I was there that day, they always start with flattering comments and phrases like — You should be proud to be on that day- or if not others like— what envy because You were there and I wasn't — the only thing that always came out of my mouth at those times was — I wish I hadn't been part of that nightmare— even now when I close my eyes I can hear those machine guns, just remembering it makes me shiver.
After the beach was secured, they sent my platoon to find if there were any paratroopers near the place, since they had lost contact with them during the landing, when I knew the terrain, I thought it would be a smooth mission, but that place no longer He was the one I knew— war is horrible— I thought as we saw the ruins of a city. Up to that point we had progressed smoothly, we had a couple of clashes along the way, but without any casualties. It was night, so we had decided to camp in a forest near the city that was in ruins, we thought it was less likely to suffer an attack there than in the city, that was a very serious mistake. It was the change of shift, I had probably been watching for about 4 or 5 hours I thought about going to the bathroom before sleeping, when suddenly I heard — mortar!— We were being attacked by the enemy, somehow they discovered our location, being in the dark and without really knowing where the enemy was, we dispersed to escape the mortars. When you train for combat you always hear your superiors saying that such and such training helps you survive in war which I cannot say is a complete lie, but it is not everything, it is probably 50% the rest is pure luck .
My memory of that moment is somewhat vague and that is one of the reasons for this diary, I was running to get away from the explosions when I heard a buzzing that was heard closer and closer and the next thing I knew is that I was on the ground, absolutely every part of my body felt intense pain, I could not move, for some reason the only thing that went through my mind is, if I faint I am dead but even so my consciousness began to fade and it was at that moment when I saw it, that little light like when I was a child, I tried to stay conscious as much as I could and listen to a little conversation of two little creatures. With the noise of the battle and my consciousness fading it was a bit difficult but what I understood that one said full of fear — wilubi we must go, those horrible noises are coming— and the other replied— he is my friend, I have to help him— after that I lost consciousness. When I woke up, it was already daylight and surprisingly I no longer felt any pain, when I checked I had in various parts of my body a kind of plasma made with leaves, very rudimentary although apparently very effective.
After that my platoon found me and one of the paratroopers we were looking for came along, I being the leader of the platoon gave me recognition and the opportunity to return home, which I took without hesitation. I felt a little bad for leaving my platoon since we had been together since the beginning of the war, but I had a mission, after what happened, I couldn't wait for the war to end to continue my investigation, I had to find more information from the wulbors, it wasn’t only my hunger for knowledge but I had to thank them for saving my life, probably if they had not arrived, I would be dead.
That is why I dedicated the following years exclusively to the investigation of the wulbors, unfortunately without new information, until a few days ago. It was a night like any other, I was in my office thinking about where to look for information, when I received a call, it was a colleague who lived in France saying that he had found someone who knew about the subject and that is why today i´m in a coffee shop taking an American while this person arrives hoping that he really has some information.