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 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 AKIRA SELENA Sometimes, if not every time, looking out the window is the same as looking at a painting whose landscape remains intact despite the advancing time on the clock suspended on the dining room wall. Skyfall is a small, quiet town protected by countless mountains in the farthest reaches of North America. The sun is a stranger to us, and when it decides to visit, it hides among the thick clouds and is not even noticed by many. My mother told me that the guardians drove the sun from our land because it reminded us of the gold and glitter of precious stones that cost the lives of many of our ancestors. So we serve the night and the moonlight, and our song is the howling of wolves that guide the wild spirits of warriors with spears and arrows in their hands. But of course these are just stories told by my people. A failed attempt to add something interesting to this place, and thus beat boredom if only for ten minutes. However, my mother blindly believes in these old tales,
AKIRA SELENA Obviously, a dinner at a Rockefeller mansion deserves any and all sacrifices on my part. I am so excited, I can't wait to hear the stories of the new adventures they went on during this time we were away. The worst part will be that I won't have a single good or interesting story to tell. What could I say? That I finally learned how to hunt animals on the first try of my arrow shot? That is so boring that I don't even want to hear myself. " You're bewitched by them…" Alfred comments, as if I need his intrusion into my life as well. " I'm just not an idiot not to see the opportunity that is being friends with the Rockefeller family" I continue walking without looking back as he comes walking like a guard dog, there being a distance of one meter separating our bodies. Why doesn't he keep quiet? Everything was perfect until now... "You know the history of our people, in which men like Mr. Rockefeller only wanted our land and what could be in it" He explains the story
POV ALFRED ... A spear going through my heart? I listened to Akira comment. Not only is she stubborn, she is also sarcastic. I sigh in boredom that I wasn't there to spice up this conversation even more. I would say something like: " Mr. Jeremy wishes to test?" I am amused at the thought. It's a shame that the two of them walk away until they completely disappear from my sight. Soon the gate closes with great intensity. The men in black glare at me after lining up, forming yet another wall to protect the Rockefellers. And guess what, this one is just as easy to breach as the other. However, I don't have to be a wild animal every time. I reach into my coat pocket for a bottle of booze, take small swigs, and it doesn't take long for their teeth and lips to quiver with desire for a bit. " Are you served?" I stretch the bottle towards them.Mister Jeremy won't know. He's in there drinking and eating the best, fuck you guys out here." First, indecision dominates in their gestures and
POV AKIRA Between Alfred and Richard, it's not hard to see their differences. Richard is so sweet and kind, living up to his honey brown eyes and his darker brown locks like a tree trunk where you rest in search of peace. And his kiss proves to be a calm breeze of this so called summer I never knew. He was my first love while my pure and naive heart did not realize the countless obstacles I would have to face because he was a big city boy. Now seeing him in front of me, smiling at me, awakens feelings that I believed were dormant. "May I kiss your hand, Akira?" Someone asks. " Huh?" I'm still dreaming. " If I can kiss your hand. I asked twice." Richard says embarrassed and I come to my senses of what is happening. " My hand? Oh no need. I'm used to being forcibly pulled by Alfred when I throw tantrums." I tell one of my everyday pranks, but everyone remains serious, which makes me blush. Better keep your mouth shut, Akira. " In the big city the men are gentlemen and kiss th
POV Alfred "I don't know Great mother. I think the chosen Alpha will feel a calling in his heart" I reply to the old woman still sitting in front of me. Both she and the old father, are still looking at me with a look of a teacher who expects his student to know the answer to the question. "And what do you feel in your heart?" The old father asks tenderly, so that I dispel my suspicions that it is my vanity that is this voice whispering inside me. " Is it me...?" I don't know if it is a question or an answer. " Of course it's you, hollow head!" Says the older mother, tapping my head lightly. I bet that this "hollow head", she learned from Akira. Only she calls me that. Alpha, Akira, calm down! "Am I Alpha? I mean, am I the chosen warrior? Akira and I, we were made for each other like the roar of a wolf and the moonlight?!" I am elated that I can barely process all this information. " If you don't believe it, how do you expect Akira to believe it?!" The big mother say
POV RICHARD " A wild rival? Comical!" Sacarmo takes over my mood. All that was left of company was my car, and if he could talk, he would be as upset as I am now. We have that in common: being irresistible to women, or at least I thought so. I'd rather bet that Akira Selena isn't smart enough to see what an advantage it is to have me on her side. Or just, she is so amazed at all that I can offer, that she can hardly choose what is best for her. How much effort will I need to make to please her? Isn't it enough that I have to return to this end of the world to woo a poor wretch who should be begging on her knees for my love? I hate Skyfall and everything about that primitive world of Selena. I hope my father is right about the riches that might be in store among those mountains, otherwise it will be a wasted time all the years I have come here and received absolutely nothing but this cold and closed faces of men who possess a foolish pride of who might measure strength with a Ro
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