“And so, they had an eternity to live this love...” was in the backyard of her house, surrounded by countless children, while Javir had gone fishing. It would be the last time he would be on earth. They were no longer the same, their bodies were different. She had matured, not having the youthful body that Gizell kept for her. It was a radiant sunny morning and Kataleya told her story, in an abstract and true way and she said it was true, no one would believe it. And then, what happened? — asked one of the children excitedly. — I'll continue tomorrow, if you behave properly! — KataleyaChildren had a habit of going home and stealing mangoes from the tree. Kataleya could have punished them, but her compassion was greater, perhaps because she never had children, so deep down she wanted to have them around. As a way of educating them, she said she would tell them a story in exchange for them not stealing her mangoes anymore. “Come back tomorrow” “Si, Aunt Gizell” they said goodbye,
Titania Island,Daughter of the Indian Ocean, so green in nature that it enriches it, as pure as the air that circulates between the villages. It was the island of happy and fearless people, the place where women and men gathered at full moon moments. They danced for joy and sang for living, their colorful clothes carried the wind.So green and so tropical. Cheerful and colorful people.Atlantic KingdomSon of the Atlantic Ocean, a cold place where clouds fall to the earth in the form of snow. Alot of mountains and rivers. where the people fear the witches.
It was said that the eclipse was the most powerful union of the Gods. The day when the worlds came together, putting differences aside. It was a night of celebration, because everything would be fine and something new suggested.Men played drums, making women join in the rhythm of the music. Dance! Dance has never been a means of seduction or of attracting attention from the world, much less from men. Dancing was everything to them, it wasn't just the swaying of the body in the wind, it was never seduction on the part of women, but rather a way of communicating and expressing themselves. An art that only those who dance and understand the culture respect.Despite it being night, it was lit by the fire made by the people in the village and colored by the clothes they wore. Men just in colorful pants and women in colorful tops and thongs that followed their curves.On that night, so bright and celebratory, a girl was born who felt more than others, who saw more than she should and heard
1 year laterA year passed, Maarifa finally got what she wanted so much, being engaged, to a young man called Lacaio. Abelar was very satisfied, he offered about fifteen sheep to his daughter to start her life after marriage. Lussandra cried with joy and happiness, saying that the Gods had heard her pleas. On Titania Island, lucky women got married and brought joy to the family.On a new moon night, they were all sitting at a rectangular table. Abelar and Lussandra sat at the corners of the table, Kucaia sat on Abelar's left side, Kataleya on her mother's right side and other sisters sometimes interspersed, but Kataleya was always next to her hand and never to her father. , the little girl feared the man's dark gaze. Sometimes she felt her father wanted to throw her into the sea.“My daughters, I am very happy. Maarifa is going to marry a brilliant man, with a future, who will give her a good life. Daughters, follow your sister's example or marry a man like your father, who works and
The appealOn a sunny morning, Lussandra and her two daughters, Fanua and Kilaila were getting ready to go to the market, as Abelar and his friends were going to meet again to catch up. Griao always liked parties and forced his wife and daughters to prepare for the occasion.While Lussandra was in the kitchen preparing the shopping bag, Kataleya was washing the dishes.“ Mom, can I go to the market too?“ No daughter, you know I don’t want you to go to those places! Someone also has to stay at home.- I do not want to be alone!“ Your father is here and we're going to the market, then we'll come back and we'll all be together, me, your father, your aunt Kucaia, your sisters and your friends.“ The Pope and Aunt Kucaia don't like me.“ Yes, they like it, they just don’t know how to show it.- But I…“ We can't take too long either, the Footman will also join us! We have to have it ready before the pope's friends arrive.Kataleya asked her mother so much to go with them, but Lussandra r
The promisse Next morning Eight o'clock in the morning, Lussadra and Griao were in the living room, sitting on the chair, thinking about what they would do next. There was a sad look on Lussandra. She thought about expelling the Griao, staying with her daughters, but she had been taught since she was a child that marriage is the most sacred act in the world. That a single mother is a shame for society and the family, that honor was above all. That no matter the evil that Kataleya suffered, no one could know, as the little girl would be forever tainted with the risk of never getting married. Griao was next to Lussandra, he wanted to touch her but she moved away, “ When our daughter was being raped, where were you to defend her? “ Well, I... I didn't listen, as you saw I was drunk. “ So drunk that when you heard her cries for help..." “ Lussandra..." “ I don't want Kucaia here anymore, she'll never come here again" “ What does Kucaia have to do with this?" "All! I'm not an idiot
Days later...From the window, Lussandra could see Kataleya drawing in the sand and Kilaila was by her side. The lady wanted to know what was going on in her daughter's head, she wanted to know what Maná said even though deep down she had the answer. She turned away from the window, preparing lunch, trying to deal with Kataleya's distancing. The little girl had barely spoken for four days, she didn't want to talk to anyone.One day when “ What happened, daughter? “ Lussandra commented looking at Kilaila who looked sad.“ Kataleya, she doesn't want to play with me!"- Why?"“ She's drawing in the sand."“ Draw with her!"“ She won't let me touch her drawing! She looks different mom! Don't joke, don't laugh, don't talk"“ We have to have a little patience, she…"“ I know, I just wanted her to go back to what she was!"Lussandra remained silent without knowing what to say.“She barely talks to me now, she just draws. She always makes the same drawing!"“ What does she draw?"“ A boat, sh
7 years laterA beautiful girl could be seen sitting on the rocks of a waterfall,Kataleya, a beautiful girl turned mocha. ElShe liked hearing the birds singing and the squirrels passing by. The image of a sailing boat appears again as she had seen it for years and as she drew it as a child. Distressed and confused, she took off her capulana dress and took a dive, feeling the water on her body. Floating over the water, her long braided hair followed the movement of the water current, giving a beautiful view. Kataleya was beautiful, curvy body, medium chest, with earrings in her ears and nose. She wore beaded bracelets and anklets. Closing her eyes she remembered what she had done ten days ago, with an evil smile, she remembered the pleasure in an unknown man, who barely wanted to know her name. Remembering her kiss without feeling and without passion, allowing him to touch her as she desired. She knew the power of the flesh, what it could cause..