POV AKIRA SELENA After Alfred and I left the party, the chanting began along with the sound of the drum. It is another important moment of our festival, a prayer to nature. And in Skyfall, prayer doesn't mean fear, and even less is it the affliction of yearning for a solution to your fears. It means a sincere gratitude for what you have, and not much questioning about what tomorrow's fate will be, because whatever comes, whether good times or storms, both are seen as a strong wind that the branches of the tree-of-life will have to endure, just as we will endure our choices. And nature, in turn, listens to us and is moved, offering a song through the movement of all things, from the green leaves or those falling to the ground, the animals that make the night their best part of the day, and in the blink of an eye, everything harmonizes into one more melody that replaces that of the drum and the voices that are left behind. " Do you feel that, Alfred?" I ask, hoping I'm not the only on
POV ALFREDWhether Richard has arrived at the festival, that doubt is eating away at me. It is not long before the Skyfallers assume their beastly identity and greet the guardians who will appear in the sky in the form of light, and display their shining immortal wolf figure to fortify the pact with the warriors who always rely on them for protection. These are secrets that are not for an outsider like Richard to witness, because with his disbelief he would sell us as freaks to the rest of the men in the big city and it would be a matter of time before they would invade Skyfall and steal from us much more than the treasures, our sacred legacy." Do you feel that, Alfred?" Akira's voice cuts through the images of a battle waging in my imagination, where the men of the big city use firearms for being cowards and the Skyfallers maintain their dignity to fight like men to the end. I don't deny that I hate them all and that is such a bad feeling to have, because Selena is descended from
POV RICHARD How stupid of me to think it was possible to follow a wolf. As soon as the animal escaped into the forest, I saw nothing more. However, fate does not always conspire in my favor. For, the moonlight that circles the sky, illuminates well the possible roads to follow. And although I am not an expert in the animal world, I know how to recognize the footprints of a wolf. In this case, there are several footprints left in the downed earth that makes the ground an excellent map to follow, not only of one wolf, but of several of them. The fear of encountering a pack is immense, but the fear of returning home without having achieved a single breakthrough in my relationship with Selena. My incompetence would turn Mr. Rockefeller into a much worse lion who would not think twice about throwing me to the wolves with his bare hands. Luckily for me, the sound of the drum becomes more audible, and combining it with the fresh tracks that I believe are from the animal I saw a few minut
POV AKIRA SELENAMaybe Alfred is right. My heart feels much more alive with the big city way of life than this sudden fascination for Skyfall that has awakened these past few days and that I believed to be real. Perhaps this is also why I always preferred to believe that my passion belonged to Richard, while my indifference kept in check the spark that fires every time I am in proximity to Alfred. There are many" maybes" that decide to keep me company on a night that I am alone and lost in a huge forest. And the only certainty that decides to face my own judgments is that Alfred has left me, and that is much darker than not seeing anything beyond the darkness.The magic of the forest does not lie, the tales do not lie, and now I know that I have lost myself in my own faces. For before I arrived here, a part of me let myself into this mystical world that belongs to us, but it was only Alfred's mention of the diamonds that the other part, the one that wants to be praised and pampered b
POV Alfred The night before I return to the center of our small town, where hours earlier I was dancing with Akira. It is not my will to think of her, but that is unlikely to happen when I look at the fire or approach old father and old mother in their wolf forms and they stare at me waiting for me to understand their concerns spoken in a whirlwind of not only my emotions, but of everyone communicating telepathically preparing for the night walk led by the guardians and behind the Alpha warrior I have become. My happiness was supposed to be immense and sink any other feelings that insist on making this night bitter. But, it is not possible when anger and love predominate as the two greatest feelings that divide me into the Alfred of the past who wants to return and search for Akira, and the Alfred of the present whose priority is his wolf pack that awaits him to be led. "Alfred!" My friend's voice resonates in my thoughts, surely to speak of Richard, just as the old mother and fat
POV RICHARD "Sir, sir! Male voices call out and I can even hear them. And I would use all my willpower to answer them if my "I" didn't feel trapped in some nook in the confines of my mind, which makes my voice a muffled cry that doesn't escape my throat to be heard from my lips. It is horrible to feel pain and not have a way to call for help. My skin burns without any right to a break, and now I feel a chill that has settled on my side after they yanked me away from Akira. What could have happened? It was my chance to be her hero and I ended the night reduced to an unconscious imbecile thrown to the ground. How I came to be here in the arms of our security guards, I don't know, and whoever did it, has enough character to spare the life of the selfish, cretinous man that I am, and who will not think twice about ruining the existence of these savages who are nothing but freaks who deserve to die. "Richard, my son. What happened?" My father joins my rescuers. There is much conc
POV AKIRAMoments before I said goodbye to Richard..."You don't have to take me, I know the way, Alfred! I let go of my arm from his strong hand and pull out my things that are wrapped in the sheet from his possession.I was already in the habit of walking and leaving him behind due to many emotions, starting with anger at his idiocies and provocations, however, at this time it is simply due to the disappointment and shame overflowing in me.I have never denied that my greatest dream would be to leave Skyfall, but to be rejected by mine is unquestionable confirmation that I have always been the ugly duckling who didn't fit into Swan Lake. I snort in dismay, hoping I have learned the lesson that when we are not the ones choosing, it is life doing it somehow...."It's Richard's Car!" I speak perplexed as I disconnect from my emotions and face his new toy that is wrecked while wondering what might have happened to Richard."He's fine, don't worry. They'll live happily ever after!" Alf
POV RICHARD "Is that what I'm thinking?" My father's eyes widen and his emotion is almost, if not, the same as that of a man facing his wife in labor for giving him a legitimate heir. He walks over to the precious stones and touches them as carefully as he would a crystal. " Diamonds, Dad! Diamonds!" I repeat loud and clear, so that there is no doubt "With just those three, we have London at our feet. If we find more, the world..." I speak without modesty, after all it's not every day that a fortune comes into our lives and much less into my bed. "How did this happen?" my father interjects, and until the end it is time for me to step up to the podium, or not... " Whatever it is, not everything is won yet. " He says. Unfortunately Mr. Jeremy knows his son and does not allow me to gloat before the time. "Yes, Father. But you don't know what I have discovered, the skyfallers, they are wolves! " I reveal with all my enthusiasm, expecting at the very least a hysterical reaction or cu
POV AKIRA SELENA It's Alfred wearing white men's clothes, but it's still the Alfred I know, who has the courage to cause a stir for the sake of his happiness at seeing a woman who is identical to me. And even though it is not me, I feel elated by the longing he feels for me . However, my heart squeezes to know that she insists on talking to the woman even though she recognizes that she is just a copy of me. I am glad he leaves the stage, but to my double dose of disappointment, it is to talk to another woman. The one who has accompanied him since his arrival in this splendid hall, and like me, she is uncomfortable with the possibility that Alfred is interested in the girl on the stage. I see the emotion of jealousy as a giant cloud around this Teresa. And it annoys me that she interrupts Alfred when he was going to explain why this girl is so important. Apparently it concerns me too, because Teresa mentions my name. However, she is not important to me, when I know now that Alfred
POV ALFRED"Luana?" I call out and enter without permission finding the door open.Involuntarily, my attention is caught by a scenery full of reddish objects, from curtains, carpets, and only the white of the sheet is saved."Alfred, welcome..." Luana who was hiding behind the door, closed it after I entered, and she is definitely no longer the same woman who almost took my eye out since we met.She bounces on my lap and in guardians name, that very light dress doesn't spare me from feeling her warmth and smelling her skin. However, that is not what I came here for."Luana, please..." I throw her on the bed and look into her eyes that turn to confusion."Yes, you are right, one night is not enough to reward you for the diamonds. How about, four seasons?" She smiles from the bed and gets up to wrap my body in a hug, but I need to resist."No, Luana! I've already said what I want from you, that we're going to London to find your sister!" I undo the snare of her embrace even though it fe
POV ALFRED"Luana?" I call out and enter without permission finding the door open.Involuntarily, my attention is caught by a scenery full of reddish objects, from curtains, carpets, and only the white of the sheet is saved."Alfred, welcome..." Luana who was hiding behind the door, closed it after I entered, and she is definitely no longer the same woman who almost took my eye out since we met.She bounces on my lap and in guardians name, that very light dress doesn't spare me from feeling her warmth and smelling her skin. However, that is not what I came here for."Luana, please..." I throw her on the bed and look into her eyes that turn to confusion."Yes, you are right, one night is not enough to reward you for the diamonds. How about, four seasons?" She smiles from the bed and gets up to wrap my body in a hug, but I need to resist."No, Luana! I've already said what I want from you, that we're going to London to find your sister!" I undo the snare of her embrace even though it fe
POV ALFRED"Luana?" I call out and enter without permission finding the door open.Involuntarily, my attention is caught by a scenery full of reddish objects, from curtains, carpets, and only the white of the sheet is saved."Alfred, welcome..." Luana who was hiding behind the door, closed it after I entered, and she is definitely no longer the same woman who almost took my eye out since we met.She bounces on my lap and in guardians name, that very light dress doesn't spare me from feeling her warmth and smelling her skin. However, that is not what I came here for."Luana, please..." I throw her on the bed and look into her eyes that turn to confusion."Yes, you are right, one night is not enough to reward you for the diamonds. How about, four seasons?" She smiles from the bed and gets up to wrap my body in a hug, but I need to resist."No, Luana! I've already said what I want from you, that we're going to London to find your sister!" I undo the snare of her embrace even though it fe
POV Alfred "Now can we talk?" I am more confident of a positive answer now that the man has left and only the two of us are left on a deserted street. But, what I have to receive from her, is a beautiful slap given to my face. "That's for disgracing my last chance to change my life. I don't know who you are, but stay away from me!" She says and walks off without looking back. "My name is Alfred, I am a skyfaller, indigenous as you speak. I met your sister and I need you to listen to me..." This information spoken out of my desperation to see her go, does slow the brave girl down, but not enough for her to look at me or give up on leaving. "I know you were left as a baby in a church. I have come for you, Miss, whatever your name is..." I am forced to speak the whole truth and hope that she feels prodded to know about her past. And apparently, this time it works. "How do you know I was left in a church?" She stops walking and turns to stare at me. "Your mother lived with my peopl
POV LUANAWith difficulty, Father Augustine leads me into a small room where host and wine are kept."I came to bring you this here..." I place the money in his hands and squeeze his fingers tightly so he won't let them go to the floor."No daughter, it's sin money. I can't accept it" He refuses, and deep down I already expected that attitude from him.He never accepted that I did not want to follow the mission of being a novice and becoming a wife of God. And being a woman of life affronted his values as much as he cultivated that everyone deserves God's forgiveness."It's not from sin. I will remake my life with a good and serious man. I need your blessing" I speak the truth."I give it to you, but I don't need the money. Distribute it to the poor on the street. Each one of them is our brother, God's family" He refuses the money again."Speaking of brother, family, priest, has no one ever come looking for me?"So many years have passed, but I never lose hope."No, you were left by
POV LUANANoon strikes the clock and it's just another day like any other. The dreams also remain as usual, as well as the head aching from last night's punches. The only things that change are the ambitions.One day, a part of me laments that I am not a high society lady, that I cannot wear luxurious dresses and jewelry. Another morning, the other part of my self, is thankful for the freedom.My classmates still sleep in their rooms. Good thing we have a house we can call our own. Luckily, my friend and colleague Cecilia ensnared an old man and he granted her the deed before he passed away. The man had no children, which ensured that we would not be evicted a week later. Laws don't usually apply to people like us, while those who belong to high society, their word is enough.So it's no sin to delight in the old age and withering away of petty men who in their youth, by daylight, would kick women like us like a freckled dog, and at night, rub themselves on our bed shamelessly and wit
POV ALFRED"Alfred, please sit down! Everyone is looking!" Teresa forbid me quite embarrassed."I'm sorry, Teresa, but I can't..." I walk on and thank the guardians that there are no seats in front of us and the only obstacle I need to overcome is a stage.With the flexibility and agility of my body, in three times I find myself on a surface made of wood and covered with flowers that keep falling as she continues the show.Her singing is for them, but her gaze is for me. And although I am not the old mother or the gypsy, I can read what they say and they are hard on me. They judge me a barbarian when I judge their fairy mistress."You are not Akira Selena..." I state surprised as I stand closer.It is the same face, yet not the same look. Hers is that of one who has lived much and would have much to tell, complete with sad episodes. "Of course I'm not, you idiot" she says in the small pause of the song "Get out of here" she recommends."I won't, I need to talk to you, milady!" I reso
POV SelenaMy soul watches my body being swallowed by the waves. It is a tragic end for one who once dreamed so much. I didn't delude myself that this act would lead me to an end to pain. I know that it is stored in our essence and that death is not a refuge to escape from it.On the contrary, between life and death, the veil of wisdom falls and everything expands. Memories are no longer the solitude of our blind self that saw only our version of ourselves. It is a recapitulation of ourselves and the lives of those close to us.Poor Richard, I don't hate him right now. He is much more lost than I am and confuses desire with feelings. A soul lacking affections, since the only way to have them in his whole life was to please his father and have rewards that he dubbed love.My body and purity also symbolized having my love and not having them, he felt rejected and driven by a hatred that is subtly fueled by his father's image. I am waiting for the guardians to come for me or open the ga