POV AKIRA SELENA"What is it, Selena?" Alfred stares at me and his lips open in a smile to mask it."I had the feeling someone was lurking there..." I decide to speak the truth.We begin a new chapter of our lives today and it will be without lies."I'll see!" His brave spirit wants to come into play and it has to be me holding his hand to bring back his body which is where I want to be."Never mind, Alfred, not when we can use that time to enjoy it some more..."My fingers tickle his arm in an attempt to relax him."That was crazy!" He says smiling, but I can feel all his nervousness."Too late for regrets, agree to marry me or I will pierce your eye with an arrow" I grab his neck with both my hands, emphasizing my warning of death."Selena the Lioness or would that be a she-wolf?" He doesn't take me seriously. "Try it, Alfred!" My half-closed eyes are my final warning to him."You know I would never leave you, I would cross unknown lands to find you, you are my destiny and that is
POV ALFREDThere had to be a detail that sabotaged this perfect moment of our naked lovemaking in the middle of nature, in which our moans mingled with the sound of the birds, while Selena discovered herself so wild in my arms.I confess that on the river and on the way, as delightful as our conversations about our future were and hearing from her mouth all the plans I had devised for the two of us, unfortunately an agony did not leave my heart.For the first time, I will not blame her insecurity, but rather the fear that I feel and that I also saw in her eyes no matter how much she smiled.I am convinced that it was not just any figure, but undoubtedly a white man at the behest of the Rockfellers.Richard is not the type to give up, and guided by his father, they are more stubborn than a fox. And to avoid the ironies of fate or planned by them. For me, I would get married tomorrow. But, Selena is right, she would be the wife of an Alpha and deserves all the distinction that goes with
POV SELENA AKIRAAfter the unpleasant encounter with Amanayara, I return home angry as I fight against myself not to listen to someone who, on every occasion, breathed envy at every display of affection between Alfred and me. And when her bad energy is no longer enough to conspire against our union, she returns to her rumors to shake the sincerity I felt at every kiss and intimacy exchanged with my man."Proving what we did and once hurt others is hard, isn't it Selena?" My mother condemns me when I haven't even closed the door I opened upon entering.I was going to argue about it, hence I remember that I missed her premonitions. And I admit that I hadn't stopped to think from that perspective. It's true that Alfred lived with the ghost of Richard between us for years, of how Richard was better than him, or that he would make me happy in his place. And for Alfred to be Richard, he would have to be born again. An impossible task, soon my love was too. However, Alfred persisted until t
POV RICHARD"It's true, dad! He turned himself in for it..."To my father I don't need to pretend I'm in control of the situation, because if there's anyone who can stop my madness, it's him, or, maybe for that matter, not..."Richard and what does it matter? Akira Selena is a business, investment, it matters little who that girl gets into bed with." My father acts trivial, of all people, he, always so conservative."She's going to carry the Rockfeller surname, so the least she owes me is respect!" I speak exalted, moving forward to the drinks table to grab a whiskey to help me put down that dry knot that is stuck in my throat."Are you obsessed with that girl?!" He confronts me and I won't deny it. Although I don't know if it is a matter of wounded pride, competition, or, if I am a spoiled brat who will never accept losing to a savage."You, my father, brought me to this end of the world, instigated me to approach it. So don't act as if you are surprised!"I would not bear the blame
POV ALFREDI didn't go after Selena, but I can assure you that my soul did. Because from that hour until dawn, I stood still, staring at the window in her room.In those hours, the whole of Skyfall is asleep after a restless night. As long as the full moon lasted, the wolves would not rest for a day. And once again, I fail as a leader because of human affairs of the heart. Life is demanding of me a choice that should not exist. There are pieces that don't fit together and only the old mother and father can give me some answers.I jump out the window onto the street, avoiding meeting my mother who is in the living room. I am an Alpha, but my mother's instinct is that of a she-wolf protecting her cub. And as much as I adore her, at this moment I am unable to explain this maze we are being dragged through since the bloody day the Rockfellers trampled Skyfall."It's no use just blaming them, Alfred. The guardians fulfill our good and bad wishes. And Selena's have been fulfilled, althoug
POV Richard "Aren't you going to tell me what the young lady wanted?" My father suddenly appears looking for me in the courtyard and luckily the wild girl is already gone and it is necessary to close my hand so that he does not notice the small wound that is slowly bleeding."Nothing. It was just a false alarm. For sure sent by Alfred to ensnare us" I lie as naturally as my father hides his secrets "Anyway, get ready, we will leave tomorrow" I announce, sure of myself and my results."Without Selena? No way!" He speaks and if I didn't know my father's greed, I'd say I'm not the only passionate one here."No, she will come with us. I'll pick her up tonight" I communicate before leaving his presence, thus avoiding his next questions.I return to the interior of the house, which involves passing first through the kitchen, then the dining room where I left my father half an hour ago making his breakfast, and now, next to my usual seat, is Lilian, dressed in pink and with an elaborate hai
POV RICHARD"What diary? That's the only important thing I assimilate from that conversation.I'm a practical man and I hate these poetic beatings to speak the fucking truth. And I will make this gypsy talk, even if I had to forcefully grab her arm to do it.By some misfortune, a man with a cart came toward us, and both she and I jumped to opposite sides to escape the impact.After three coughs from the stench of the goat-smelling haystacks that were being transported in the wagon, I get up to look for her."Shit!" I scream as I accept that she was gone and my eyes fail to identify her in that crowd.But in compensation, my gaze goes to meet the clock inside the ticket booth and I am almost beat the minutes reconciled with my accomplice.I rush off and there is no time for those filth to pester me again with their trinkets or existential problems. And at the same place we agreed upon, my man elected to be my right hand man with rewards of silver coins, awaits me with a smile on his f
POV SELENAThe night of the fight Alfred's window light stayed on all night and went out at dawn when the fire consumed the wood.He didn't sleep and neither did I, even though I pretended that I did by putting out my little poorly designed fireplace in the corner of the room.If this was another one of our jokes about who endures more,I would be in the lead. But, we are grown ups and it is important to know how to save time and dispense with pride. And maybe "we are" is not the right word, but "I" is.I didn't let him explain his reasons when he more than anyone else, after my parents, understands better about traditions, attitudes and the right words to convince the stubborn hearts of Skyfall. I am determined to go there or who knows, maybe it's better to call him out the window. A lingering indecision, and unhappily, robs me of the chance, because Alfred sneaks out his window and doesn't even glance at mine. Also, what difference would it make if I am kneeling, with only my eyes
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