little eyes shine. More than usual, in fact. This makes me immensely happy. Like her, I think maybe we have a chance. A consistent hope of being happy away from everything and everyone.
"Here. Take yours." Immediately she takes her ticket and smiles. She has the most beautiful smile in the world, but now, fortunately, she has an even prettier one. Didn't know she was capable of one like that. Happiness has already invaded her and I'm starting to feel it in me too. I sincerely hope that everything works out for us. May everything work out for two lovers. Two beings who just want to love each other. To live. Be happy together. What will be impossible here. With all these people and their quirks, fantasies, speculations, delusions, deviations from the truth and scabrous superstitions that distort reality and hurt those who don't share them. I get a hug! Right behind a centennial and wide tree I close my eyes for a moment to contemplate, to feel, what a happy embrace of someone I love is!
"We found you, you deviants!"
"What? Release her you..."
"Duran, my nephew, stronger, smarter and most likely to be the king of our family, I beg you in the name of this love and respect that we have, all of us in the Elron family, your family, and especially in the name of your father Deusdécio, whom you love so much, don't go down this road, don't feed this love that was born I don't know how or when or where."
"Uncle, you ask me to stop living, feeling, breathing, loving —, because everything I am is in front of you now!"
"I am sorry then, my nephew!"
Traack...
I get hit on the head, but even so I don't give up, and struggling not to pass out, I see her struggling against it, but she doesn't escape. She may be being grabbed, but her mouth utters what she wants. I am sure they are appropriate words for our salvation, our deliverance, but I am also sure that they are certainly being ignored. My torment only increases before I...
"Leave us alone, you unloved! You hollow heads. You..."
"Shut up!" Huu... Huu... Huu... I'm muzzled and only mutter to myself. Kill us they won't! Our destiny intrigues me and what it is in the hands of people stuck in the past, in retrograde superstitions. Soon after, I'm hooded and I'm not going to see where they're taking us. It only increases to my despair. Not so much for me, but more for Duran, because man since the beginning of time has been treated in a rough way and almost always takes the blame...
"Follow me!" We entered the Forest of Fear, albeit, under vehement protests. While Giulia is already beginning to question my methods, however, I can't give up now. I hate this being, this monster, not because now she is an undead, but I wouldn't dare to call her a human being if she wasn't in that condition, but I have no other choice. The only problem now is whether she'll agree to do what I need. I ignore the continuous lines of my beloved wife, now very worried, and I speak softly:
"Ianã, sorceress of the underworld, queen of the dead, guardian of spells and connoisseur of evil, give us safe passage through your forest and open your door to welcome us!" Done! The sayings were said.
Shuuu... I continue the path in the certainty that we had his permission, because nothing bad happened to us and only a melodic voice ravaged my ears and a strong and cold wind embraced us all.
"So these are the depraved beings!" We get to a place where I don't recognize that person's voice. This person, unfortunately, is of the same type as those who brought us, because her speech proves it, and not to mention that we are arrested by our own relatives. As soon as they take my gag off, they're going to hear some truths...
"What shall we do with them, sorceress?" Father? It can't be! Or must I be listening too much?
"I hope nothing hurts your life!" Mother? Is she in it too? Now I am starting to worry and fear for our lives. Even if her speech is contrary to this thought, which is the only lucid and real thing at the moment. I struggle because it's the only thing left for me to do and I mutter too, but I continue the same way. Apparently, Duran is still passed out, as he wasn't blindfolded or gagged, so if he was awake, he would have said something by now, or worse! Something horrible crosses my mind and is not for nothing. But quite the contrary, it is very relevant to our case: what if they plan to kill him? It drives me crazy and I struggle so much...
"Huurrr..." I break free from where I was, but when I fall to the ground I hit my head. What a pain!
"It's you! Mother! Father! Help-me!" They to my surprise remain static.
"What's wrong with you?"
"They can't talk in here, Norah!" What? It's the only thing I can say, not only due to my amazement but I also hearing them talking, so I decide to question her:
"I just heard them talk!"
"They can't interfere now, since your hood is off!" What? What you mean? I ask without understanding anything.
"This attitude is so that they don't interfere in what will happen!" She says ominously to what walking towards me. That scares me! Even more so because she reaches her hand towards my chest.
"Aaahhh... Aaahhh... What is it? What are you doing? Aaahhh... Who are you? Or rather, what are you?" Now I understand the "so that they don't interfere in what will happen". Even if they interfered, it wouldn't matter, because she's already started I don't know what. It would only have helped, in fact, if they stopped "this" or didn't go so far as to suggest it, because if I know them well, they must have been the ones who came up with this crazy idea. And painful!
"Aaaarrr... You... You... You're a —, sorceress! I thought were just stories. Scary stories."
"I don't scare you?" I would already say "yes" to her appearance, now I change to "definitely" for the pain she knows how to cause.
"Aaaarrr..." Unable to stand the pain any longer and not understanding why, I ask:
"What do you intend with all this? Aaarrr... It's even intentional!" She doesn't answer me. Nor could it be due to the fact that her eyes had completely whitened, both the iris and the black ball gone. Which proves she's in a trance. Or receiving some spirit or deity. And why not, a demon, since she's doing me a lot of harm.
"Aaaarrr..." Although, we don't mix, either from any perspective, pain becomes our bond.
"But I couldn't..." Or something else unites us. My resignation meets her disappointment, which is such that it makes her come out of her trance and even talking about her proves it. I still don't know what she wanted, but her frustration worries me somewhat, as I don't know what she intends further. I decided to ask her:
"What were you doing? What do you want?" She doesn't answer me. At least not with words, but turning her back on me.
"Noooo..." My beloved is discovered from his hiding place and revealed from his captivity, he is unconscious! I'm still worried, however, a cherish invades me, because he's not dead. I scream his name. No reply.
"Get away from him, you demon!"
"Don't talk about her like that, Norah!" My mother comes out of her petrified state and scolds me. Even if in a whisper. Really, I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I will resolve this issue with my parents later, because the most important thing right now is my love.
"I don't care about her, Mom. She's a sorceress from the underworld, you know? Did you know, my father? And yet, with her reputation, you joined her against me. Against me!" I wanted to settle this later with them, but I couldn't. It's very revolting.
"Touch him not, sorceress!" I struggle desperately as she touches his face at the same time that she has the power to not only lift him but wake him up. I take the chance of moment and call for him.
"Norah? It is you?" With a weak voice he answers my call. I'm delighted that he's still not only alive, but that he remembers me, given what, not who, we're dealing with.
"My daughter, stop meddling!" What? I say in a loud tone, symbolizing more revolt than surprise with my father. And I add that I am very disappointed with them. I expected anything from anyone, but not them. That they should protect me and not do...
"But this is protection, my