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 Moment before fainting "That thing that covers your body is a mask, Selena. It's not you." My mother stands in the mirror with her clothes stained with blood. "Or am I to believe that I made such a mistake in choosing you and that it was his Machiavellian nature doing this to your mother?" she accuses me as she slowly displays her body to show a huge arrow that is pierced through her chest. "No, mother. I shot the wolf..." I mutter, and remorse consumes me. And it's scary how my hands are awash in blood. I am no longer in Lilian's room, but in the memories of my old house, just at the moment I was getting ready to shoot and hit the animal with my arrow. But this time, it's not wolves. They are my parents growling and Ricard takes on the figure of a giant pig dressed as Mister Jeremy. My self is ready to shoot and I can't stop him. The arrow is speared, but it doesn't pierce my mother as it had done before, the object turns back and hits my heart with full fo
POV RICHARD "I had the feeling I heard shouting outside."Lord Rockfeller watches me suspiciously."Those screams weren't Akira Selena's, were they?""Yes, they were. She is in my hands. There is no way she can escape."A cretinous smile draws on my lips and I pour myself the wine my father Jeremy Rockfeller enjoys.Even though it was me who achieved the feat of having seduced Akira Selena, winning the diamonds and having her on our side, it is my father who occupies the best booth, entitled to privileges like a good wine of an old vintage to toast to victory."Careful, she is needed to translate the diary."My father and his interests."I know, so I will make her suffer so much and then trade her peace and freedom in exchange for the translation of that diary." My father laughs and proceeds to use his fingers to rest the weight of his head."Whatever for me, as long as you don't screw up like the one I saved you from earlier.""You were more considerate of Akira Selena, my father"
POV ALFRED"If the Rockfellers are so dangerous and want to do harm to your people, why not attack them and get it over with?" Suggests the elegant woman who calls herself Teresa. And it amazes me that big city people call us savages."Because we are not murderers. We have our values. The exact time will come and the guardians are counting on me to help" I explain."Interesting, practically an impossible mission, however, I will do everything in my power. I feel like an envoy of the guardians" She jokes and I like her humor.I feel safe being around her, so much so that I have already summarized the events to her, hiding the parts that are most painful to me or too intimate to be told to a woman I met an hour ago."Where are we going?" I peek out the window.She doesn't have a metal horse like Richard, making it necessary to continue the journey in a carriage."All the way to Boston. An important city. We will make some contacts and prepare for your arrival in London" She stares at m
POV ALFRED"I took down the for sale ad, I won't have to sell the house anymore. It was a shame I dismissed the servants, but it's easy to fix" She speaks as she takes out huge white cloths that cover the furniture."I can help and we won't need servants" I start by taking the remaining cloths off the furniture as well, but I am surprised by her hand gripping my wrist tightly."I am not trying to make you a lord, I will make you a lord. And for that, we will spend all the necessary resources. Powerful lords always have many people to serve them" She releases me and collects the cloth for herself "Then go up to the first room on the right, I will bring you warm water in a moment.I raise my hands in surrender, accepting that here I am a beta commanded by a woman, not an Alpha.The stairs to the second floor are clearly visible from the room, so I walk up them until I find the corridor and the room indicated.As I open the door, I leave it ajar, and the decor reminds me more of the styl
POV AKIRA SELENA "Sel, sometimes Richard is explosive, but deep down he's a good person" Lilian not only puts cloths over my lips that were swollen from Richard's slap, but softens her brother's attitudes. "Sometimes? Because it's the first time I've seen him like that, and the impression I get is that he's been hiding under dry leaves all this time and then biting me like a snake." Having nothing new to argue in Richard's favor, Lilian cranes her head with a pitying expression that I hate them to have of me. "Don't worry Lilian, if I survived a fall from the cliff as a child, it won't be a slap to bring me down" I remove the cloth wet with warm water from her hand, so that I can be the one to improve my bruise. " Did you fall? And how can you not have a scratch? A broken leg or arm?" She is not very convinced. "Because my mother asked the guardians to give me my life back. Then I would serve their purposes." And who knows, maybe because I didn't, my life is doomed to ruin at
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