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 SELENAIf my throat wasn't stuck in a knot due to the crying I swallowed, I would vomit right in the middle of the meal space after I left Alfred's room. But, pain always finds a way to return to the surface, no matter how much we are the ones sinking it. Being, no doubt, a solitary leaf floating on the crystal clear waters of the river of our soul, although, inexplicably it weighs like a rock.I feel there is no other direction to go but back to my home and go to Richard's rescue.I regret so much that I gave in to these Skyfall beliefs when the end result is my dead parents and my naivety lost to Alfred who seduced me into this sea of lies that most Skyfallers will continue to believe.There are no guardians, no holy wolves, and sure enough, the diamonds Alfred gave me were fake. My blindness was also nothing more than a trick Alfred pulled, and my expulsion was an act by taking advantage of my parents' trust to manipulate them. As for the bird, it was also an unfortunate
POV RICHARD "Don't shoot! They are sacred, they come to visit on the night of the full moon" Selena says and I don't think she would defend wild animals than me. She doesn't know they are humans let alone know they are her breeding parents. So how can I understand her asking me not to react, when at the slightest carelessness or movement, these ferocious animals would rip my arm off!I just don't shoot yet, because a shot would make too much noise and I don't know if all the skyfallers are far enough away not to come and play hero. Besides, I have a deal with the wild girl and she could very well expose me to everyone, including Akira Selena, if I break it. The wild girl is not one for threats only and my neck is in evidence. So the only way is to continue with my initial plan."No, Selena. They attacked your parents, took their bodies to the forest. I tried to help, but I couldn't. If you don't believe me, follow the traces of blood and you'll see for yourself."It's not hard to
POV ALFRED At the appointed time, Amanayara knocked on the door. We would both be alone, because my mother would be in the village center with the other women, and when it was dawn, she would go for a walk with the other wolves. She is one of the many single women in Skyfall. But I prefer to say, that they are free and obedient only to their own desires. After she met my father and he died preventing the last white men from invading the city, she did not give her soul to anyone. The body, yes, because he is alive and his wills do not always align with his heart. And it is trivial to hand it over, unlike the heart, where if you are deeply scarred, there is nothing that will wipe the mark left behind. Neither time nor the promise of a serene and safe life. True love likes risks and cliff jumps, since it has wings, as old dad wanted to teach me. Mine and Selena's will have to learn it in the midst of storms, and one of them is waiting for me to open the door... "Amanayara..." I
POV RichardI woke up without waiting for the chimes of six o'clock in the morning, and without a doubt, there is no better alarm clock than the euphoria of a new day when the dream is close to becoming reality. It gets us in higher spirits than drinking a whole barrel of wine and sets us running just as if we were going to see the results of an important bet.I jump out of bed, and the valises and trunks being ready, I worry first about my shower, and next would be breakfast. It will be our first with family, and I will be kind enough to allow Selena to use cutlery only today. But in the future, I will be intolerant of the rules of etiquette, and if necessary, there will be punishments to eliminate that wild side of my sweet, future disgraced wife once and for all.Thinking about them is as much fun as imagining what Alfred's face must look like when he wakes up and receives the sad news from last night. Or that he would never wake up again, or at least while we were in Skyfall. I do
POV ALFRED "Where are you going?" Aucaman blocks my steps, using his burly body as a barrier "Don't do anything crazy, but more than ever, we need you, here.""It's not crazy! " I push his body out of my way " You heard the old mother, she has an unfulfilled prophecy, I will save Selena.""What I have heard and seen, is that, the guardians are with us and the prophecy will be fulfilled. Maybe after it happens you will have another chosen one, not the one who was able to shoot her own mother with an arrow!" he is also aware of the rumors." No, she shot a wolf!" I defend Akira Selena. "No, Alfred, she shot an animal that everyone knows is sacred..." He argues."But that she doesn't know could be one of us. Besides, she thinks I betrayed her, I lied. Her own old mother forgave her, why will I judge her?""She is her mother, even though she is our elder. She may not have out of the strangers, but she raised her" He answers screaming, and I'm glad we are away from the crowd, because it
POV ALFRED"Old dad!" I call.It is not my will to pester you on a day like this, but also, it is not my fault if "the truthies" chose a single day to say hello to everyone.Most have returned to their homes to rest or stay alert for the new orders.The sky is already clearing after the prayers have been said, as is the cleanliness of the streets that smelled of stinking blood. In the hut, the old father is sitting in the center, meditating and proposing peace to solitude. I can't think how hard it is to do this. If I, who spent half a day of happiness with Akira Selena, a woman full of flaws, could not accept living peacefully with longing, imagine him who spent many years by the side of his old mother, a wise woman, even if omitted if Aucaman is right about his suspicion."I was waiting for you" He opens his eyes and I envy his serenity after losing his wife to an arrow."Aucaman, he said he heard..." I would not state without giving him a chance to defend."That there is a second
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