31 Sleeping stories

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Buen camino 2.





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@ Los Arcos

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La confianza.
The trust.














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La humildad.
The humility.

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Can u are my eyes now?
¿Puedes ver mis ojos ahora?




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Tal vez la máscara que nos cubre no solo no deja ver algunas de nuestras cualidades, pero en cambio, si resaltar algunas de las que no éramos conscientes.

May the mask that covers us not only doesn't let us to show some of our qualities, but to ligth up some that we were not aware.



















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"A veces crecemos antes de tiempo por los errores de otros. A veces nunca crecemos cometiendo los mismos errores"

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"Sometimes we grow up faster that should be cause of the mistakes of others. Sometimes we never grow up making same mistakes"

Rodos 2018

Pensamientos de un viejo loco en frente de la ventana de su nocturna vivencia.

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His eyes widen again after resting vaguely in a sea of ​​gloomy darkness past. The storms that stalked his dream ship left few hours of sleep. Like a continuous strong rocking of a ship under a storm, his own body hit his extremities moving them around the bed leaving a shattered body despite the false sensation of having rested.

His greatest concern is his heart already frozen by the cold gusts of the night and the rain of dark thoughts. Was this storm reality or just an imagination or creation of his worst fears? Often times, our worst fears and negative expectations make us bring our worst nightmares to reality. So many sailors lost in the seas swallowed by their own fears despite the fact that they do not exist. Navigation maps with giant sea dragons, squid that swallowed entire ships, curses on ships for including women in the crew, ghost galleons made up of dead sailors,... Thousands of legends and terrors that haunted the waters and the minds of sailors and that so many lives and sanctions were taken from their minds. In the way in which the knots that ensure a ship its stability, in the same way that these are lost and disagree in an exercise of death and disorientation.

And I ask you again, were these fears and panics real? What was true is the disappearance, death and madness of those who ventured to explore the seas of misfortune and loneliness. Dead seamen in the deep waters of the ocean. The most fortunate. Others were not so when they returned alive.

He finally woke up out of bed. Shaky, with a pressure on his chest. His own fears, the horrors created in his mind pressed his neck until he was breathless, unfortunately not to death. He would have already wished to be swallowed by that Kraken, the one that killed his companions long ago, giving peace to the worst nightmares and long nights. He even wished that this said Kraken was true.
Every day the same sanity lost. This insane sickness. Years sailing aimlessly simply by the fears already instilled and nailed in his heart. Stakes that surely he would never be able to pull out of it

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Sus ojos se abren de nuevo tras descansar vagamente en un mar de tinieblas sombrías pasadas. Las tormentas que acechaban su barco de sueños dejaban pocas horas de sueño. Como un continuo mecer fuerte de un barco bajo una tempestad su propio cuerpo golpeaba sus extremidades moviéndolas alrededor de la cama dejando un cuerpo destrozado a pesar de la falsa impresión de haber reposado.

Su mayor preocupación, su corazón ya helado por las frías ráfagas de la noche y la lluvia de oscuros pensamientos. ¿Realidad era este temporal o simplemente una imaginación y creación de sus peores temores? A menudo, nuestros peores miedos y expectativas negativas hacen de nosotros traer a la realidad nuestras mas profundas pesadillas. Así incontables marineros perdidos en los mares tragados por sus propios temores, a pesar de no existir los mismos. Mapas de navegación con dragones marinos gigantes, calamares que tragaban embarcaciones enteras, maldiciones horribles por incluir mujeres en la tripulación, galeones fantasmas habitados por mu***os marinos,… Miles de leyendas y terrores que acechaban las aguas y las mentes de los navegantes y que tantas vidas y corduras arrebataron de las mentes de estos. De la manera en la que los nudos que aseguran un barco su estabilidad, de la misma manera que estos se pierden y descuerdan en un ejercicio de muerte y desorientación.

Y vuelvo a preguntarte, ¿era reales dichos temores y pánicos? Lo que era cierto fue la desaparición, muerte y locura de aquellos que se aventuraban a explorar los mares de infortunios y soledad. Marinos mu***os en las profundas aguas del océano. Los mas afortunados. Otros no tanto, al volver vivos.

Se despertó finalmente de la cama. Tembloroso, con una presión en su pecho. Aún empapado por las olas de sus pesadillas. Sus propios miedos, temores y horrores creados en su mente presionaban su cuello hasta dejarlo sin respiración, desgraciadamente no hasta la muerte. Ya hubiera deseado poder haber sido engullido por aquel Kraken que acabó con sus compañeros tiempo atrás dando paz a las peores pesadillas y largas noches. Incluso hubiera deseado que dicho Kraken fuera realidad.

Cada día, la misma cordura perdida. Años navegando sin rumbo simplemente por los miedos ya infundidos y clavados en su corazón. Estacas que seguramente nunca conseguiría arrancar del mismo.

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Thoughts of a sick old man in front of the window of his nigthlife.

La belleza y la historia de un país a menudo se puede medir en los rasgos y sucesos de las caras de sus habitantes.

Horezu, Rumania 2017

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The beauty and history of a country often can be measured in the facts and events of their local faces.

Horezu, Romania 2017

The third nigth, made by knifes and words.
La tercera noche. Hecha de cuchillos y palabras.

Sky in the desert. Part 2.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ichVdf3JD3U

Sky and the witch were walking out of this dark tunnel following the light of the entrance of the cave, and during this seconds, he couldn’t stop looking to the face of the witch. The witch that was just controlling herself to look him as well, couldn’t understand the smile of the face of this guy, that still knowing that he was going to die, was having totally different feelings. She couldn't resist to get attracted by this feeling of him and also about the way of looking of him to her eyes. A deep way of looking that could transmit many feelings and emotions, as a trip of colours that were passing by the eyes of her, walking around her mind and going directly to crash to her heart. She just shake her head to don’t let her to control her feelings by this shock.

They arrived to the door entrance of the cave. From there they could see the long and empty desert in front of them. Sky looked to the desert, and after directly to the eyes of the witch. The was when he started to feel scared. He was going to die. The death, this historical fear of humans, that follow us during our whole life and that takes our breath. The death, the one. The one that can make us to change and to don’t have any chance. Maybe sometimes we feel it during our life. Maybe sometimes we just want it. Maybe sometimes we just suffered from others. Maybe sometimes we forget to be alive.

The witch took a knife from their clothes and approach him and putting the knife in his neck felt how the eyes of Sky looking to her heart were praying for apologise for his words. His charismatic and non well thought words were now going to kill him for something that he though were the right thing to do. And the witch was going to move her hand around the neck of Sky, when something just stooped her to do it. She through the knife to the floor, look to him and show that he could go just with the silence movement of her neck in the direction of the desert. He was already death. He couldn’t believe it, and he couldn’t move his own legs even after the shock produced by her last decision. She look to his eyes, push him and let him know that that was an opportunity to don’t try to tell other people what to be or what to do. That he was able to come back alive, but that he will promises that he will not let the people to know what magical things were happening there and that he only found an empty and deadly desert recommending everybody to don’t go in that direction as the rest of mortals. Obviously his reaction was fast and sure. He just promised he will not do it (as whatever of us would have done) and moved from the place, still looking to her eyes, and astonished by the last action of the witch started to walk again into the desert. The witch felt hurt by herself cause of her decision. She was risking a lot, and at the same time she knew that she will have an strong discussion with herself and with the other witches, her sisters.

After this long 7 days of way back to the town, our guy, Sky had the time to reflect during his time alone walking and almost dying cause of hunger. He was sure of his decision: to don't let nobody to know about it. He had promised to the witch to respect the last chance that she gave to him. To respect the chance of living instead of dying. And in that way our character returned to the streets of the town until the curiosity of the locals that were more interesting in to know his experience than to properly help him to recover after his trip. The questions of everybody were filling his days in the town, and his tongue was making an over effort to don’t let his most precious secret to go out of his mouth: his own life. Everyday was more and more complicated it and the feeling of sharing this incredible story was killing in live his own soul due to his habit of telling his most interesting stories to everyone.

So yes, after the fourth day he did it. Actually was not in a special place, and not even with an important authority of the town, but it was with a simple trader that passed by him in the street and just knew about his presence in the town. He just wanted to know more about the desert and Sky just exploded. He told to this guy all the things he saw and all the incredible things that this three witches could do. He was explaining all the wonderful creating could be done with the power of this three magic artist and that this was such a truth that none never could have see a better performance in nature. As you can imagine, dear reader, this trader took less time than to sky to tell to another, and this one to another person filling the whole town and others around with the curiosity in about this place. It didn’t take so long time until the whole town and others around prepared an expedition together to probe that all the things that this stranger was saying about their desert and this 3 witches. Sky was feeling more free after make it free this thoughts and even thinking that he could go with the expedition and make the witches to understand that what he was thinking that was the right thing, was exactly what should have been done.

And after few days, the expedition starts the trip to the supposed cave. Many people still had some doubts in the guy and more after the first 3 days when some of the people had to give up cause of the wind and other climatological barriers. The wind started to be stronger and stronger each time as was the time that he walked alone. And the days and the path was passing by their feet until the expedition arrived to the sixth day. When they were almost really closed to the cave, when they could already see it by distance, then the witches appeared.

The witches that they already had a discussion between them, and where the one who left Sky to be alive suffered the reprimand of the others and really hurtful accusations, was there, in front of him by distance. An hurricane started to destroy her heart from inside by being betrayed by someone who had touch her heart in a really different way of what she was feeling in that moment. We could even say the opposite: from the most deep instant love to the most dangerous desire of death and murder. And she was the first to move, and the three witches using their powers started to be merged into the sky in the shape of three black and strong tornadoes. Thunders and a strong wind was going out of them and a painful hait started to hit the expedition and the ones who were following Sky. Sky saw the face of her just before she was transformed into this dark spectrum that was now feed by mistrust and disappointment. His heart started to hurt directly after seeing her again, he knew it that he had already die the other day and that the new mistake could take from him the chance that the witch gave to him in the past days.

The anger of this three witches started to destroy all the expedition and the bodies of the curious people that desided to try to follow Sky to this unfortune destiny. The withches believe me that didn’t have any merci with them and that were killind dozens of them, and hitting constanly the ones who manage to scape from the death scenario. But the withces didn’t touch him. They were waiting to treat him ina different way. Probably in the most tortured one. Probably not even letting him the pleasure to be killed fast.

After making sure that all the others had left the scenario to another heaven or ground depending of their believes, Sky was alone in the sand on his knees. Then, the three witches transform themself into their real bodies and approach him. He was really lost, hurt by his own faith of feeling cheated by himself. Sky then started to talk without any arguments, trying to explain to them what happened, trying to explain maybe to himself why he did it, why he fail in a simple task: to respect the trust that one of the witches gave to him. To choose the trust of someone instead of listening his ego and what he was thinking that was the best. Thinking about why he was not able simply to let others to choose about their own destiny, to don’t use their stories, to don’t steal their souls. And arriving to this feelings, he just fall down to the floor and started to cry. And then he started to tell to himself the most horrible words he could find around his mind and even more around all the experiences that he had lived. And sky started to make himself this questions that maybe many of us did already: and if I would had just controlled my mouth for a second not letting any word to go out of it? And if I would had just only, I say only, though in the feelings of other person instead of what I think was right, and if for a moment, I would had just decided to think on my path and not the path of others that I didn’t even already discovered yet?, and if I just simply would had die this day when she was going to kill me, then this pain would have never happened. ‘And then, screaming to the sky he said: ’ Yes I deserve to die cause of this ego, so please kill me, cause life had provide me of this mistake, but also about a conscience which kills me and torture slowly in the time to afford this mistake of my life’

The witches couldn’t believe what was happening cause it was not that he was afraid about them but more about how he was just killing himself from inside. Obviously, the two sisters started to just motivate the one who didn’t kill him last time to just finish what she should have done time ago, and even she was feeling in the joy of killing the feeling of untrusting, the feeling of to make disappear someone who just broke her hurt after taking it. She took again her knife, a knife of pain and oblivion, that could make the story and the path of someone just in a short and not important tail: in Nothing. She approached him and took his hair to put his neck up in order to put easily her knife there and just take back all horrible moments and feelings that he made her to feel. But it was again in that moment, when she took his head up and see his eyes when she travelled again inside of them. She saw something more than his big mistake and more than his painful tears. More than his ego and words that could hurt anybody. More even than his own soul. She saw the will, the willing of doing great things. The willing of fighting for whatever he could fix in his path in other to continue rolling into the way of life. He discovered his secret and why he had arrived to their place. Why he managed to don't be killed by her in the first time and why he managed to arrive to their cave when no many had did it before, and not stranger from other lands. It was the perseverance, this power that united to the love could do whatever could be threat to him, and promoted by his strong conscience that was hurting himself more than any knife in his throat. She tried to close the eyes and just do it. And then she felt it. She felt it again. She was not able to do it and the knife just fall to the sand.

Her sisters got really angry again and couldn’t believe what was happening, so one of them just run to the guy in order to kill it in whatever way. And suddenly a hand appeared in the way of the sister to stop her. She was protecting him. The one that was running to kill him was really surprised about the action of her own sister. There was so much confusion and then the one who was protecting Sky decided to talk to the others and explain why she was not able. She explained everything and that the last time was the same feeling but not very well defined as this time: ‘He can do it’ - she said.

Sky stopped to cry after being part in this scenario,and look to the eyes of the witch: Why don’t you kill me? It’s what I deserve after all of this. She looked to him helping him to stand up and said: ‘’Your time didn’t arrive yet so we will not private the story and the ears of people to listen about your stories and your paths. Your diaries hide many stories that a part of this ego can resurrect people and places that will not being seeing again for none, and as you say, we could do it together. You are now in this desert, and you can not come back or this humans will kl you as well after all of this mess. You already said it, that with our magic you could do incredible things, and we need someone to tell us tales and stories in the bonfire at night. More even, we need someone to tell us new places and stories that we will not never see cause of our pleasure to be here in the cave. I would like you to stay.’’

Sky still couldn’t believe that the witch could have such an angelic soul (seems even antagonistic for us the readers), but if there was any great skills that these three witches could have it was their intelligence. He just stand up, and hug her. She was surprised and start to feel blue butterflies inside her stomach. Even one of them went out after an uncontrolled hiccup. And this butterfly went directly to him changing his tears for a big smile. And then he started to talk. He started to talk about all the things they could do together. Create jungles and creatures that none human could have seen before between the imagination of him and the magic of them. And he recovered this energy and motivation that he use to show. This happiness and courage that was always feeding his curiosity and his energy for living. He started to jump cause of this happiness, and he accepted to stay in this desert. The witch, we don’t know why (or maybe yes) directly after an involuntary movement kissed him. He was shocked (some other people say that he flyed directly after this, but readers don’t believe everything that is said in tails).

After this change of the story he just went to apologise to the three sisters and in his knees promised for life to stay in this desert with them and to enjoy with them of this precious opportunity that was bringing the destiny to them.

Following the ideas of this crazy guy, Sky and the Witch, wonderful and fantastic scenarios were created in this desert. Choreographies of different weathers in the same sky at the same time, the appearance of species of animals never saw and the most strange ones that everyone knows already. The mystical gardens of Babylonian or the unusual jungle of the Amazon.

An this was the story of how Sky never protected his ideas in others, how he learnt the message of this story, and the most important thing, to find his real and place. A place where the eyes and magic of the Witch were able to make them to travel in undiscovered landscapes, civilizations, animals and plants. A connection of imagination and magical power that was resurrecting any past times and places, any fantastic and unreal characters of stories. A connection that still keeps alive the books and the oral tradition.

From this story the people of the town where this happened never saw sky again, and mostly all of them want to think that he just died in the desert or was murder. Others simply say that he was not brave enough to come back and that this was what killed him inside of him. Other stories says that the witches eaten him. Others… let you dear reader to judge what it is the true final of the story, if what the storyteller wrote or what the local tongues talk. You decide what it is true tonigh and what it is not, you decide what is the real final of the story.

To the most wise Witch that could see behind the eyes.

Where the sky met his place
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BdfH0CAKK4

The second nigth, made by sand and wind.
La segunda noche. Hecha de viento y arena.

Sky in the desert. Part 1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2spk_XCyrXY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvpm5PtObzk

Since the time that not even scorpions remember there have been this adventurous and curios individuals who always search for more. The ones who need to discover new things constantly and who are hungry for mysteries and new horizons. That was the case of our character, Sky. Sky was a young guy, always active, moving from one place to another, resting only the time need it in each corner, and after, continue in the direction that destiny was telling to him. In one of his trips he arrived to a small town made by adobe walls. The warm colours were around: a bit of yellow by the powerful sun, the light brown of the sand and the blue of the fabrics made by locals. Sky started to walk around the streets of this town. Movement of locals selling their products in the open market and hearing the different languages that he could find around cause of the affluence of travellers and traders. In one of walks, he started to hear about stories that talk about a magic part of the desert, where wonderful natural events happened and that just starts after the town. As we already know, Sky, this curios guy couldn’t resist to try to know more about this legend and where to go in order to see it with his own eyes. Then was when he found this old man with grey hair. The man with an old baobab stick approach him after seeing the interest that Sky had in this legend. The old man, who by his old clothes and grey hair was showing a long path of life and experiences, recommended to Sky to don't continue searching about something that could be dangerous for him, and even telling him that all the ones who tried to go to that desert never came back. Obviously when you say something like this to a guy like Sky, what usually could happen is that this guy continue his crazy path to find that place.

So following his mad mind, Sky took his bag and went straight directly to find this desert. He could not forget his inseparable friend, his diary. He always use to write all the events and moments he was able to live by his crazy path of life. This was like the blood of his veins for him. That was the most important thing that was keeping him alive, his incredible memories of places and occurrences. This time, he was sure that he will find a great story to tell one day to his children. So this guy, our guy, took his first steps into the desert although to the voices of some locals that were still advising him to don't go, screaming, until he just pass the second line of dunes where he couldn’t see and listen them any more. Now, there was only him, this desert, his curiosity and his diary.

It was already the second day. The days were getting hotter and hotter by the past of time, and he couldn’t not find nothing more than scorpions, dry vegetables and snakes. He had a lot of time to think about himself and to reflect about what was the aim of this trip. Something not really different to what he use to do in all of his trips. He was prepared for that. So in that thoughtful moments, in the night of the third day, he made a bonfire in order to eat something. And remembering to our readers this snakes that were around Sky decided to hunt one of them to satisfy his appetite. He was really really spiritual, so for him, the path of life and death was an important fact of nature. He hunt the snake, approach it, and when the knife was going to cross the whole body of this snake he just stop and look the whole prey. He started to thank the snake to give his energy and soul to him for the adventure that he was going to find. Following the ritual he took a bit of her blood and put it in his face as a way of paint. It was not the first time that he was doing this common ritual that he learnt in one of his trips and that was keeping always his luck in bad moments.

It was exactly after that moment, when a light slight breeze moved his hair and clothes. He didn’t noticed in the beginning, but after a while he realised that this wind was trying to tell him something. Why don’t really know why, he decided to go in the direction that this wind was coming. And in that way Sky was following his new path, guided by the wind. But it was not an easy path, so each kilometre and day that was passing, this wind was stronger and stronger. After the 5th day, he had to leave some of his clothes and almost the whole bag. He decided to keep some of the clothes and of course his diary. The wind was stronger and stronger and the sand was getting every time more and more annoying into his face and inside his clothes, sometimes even cutting his skin as a sharp knife. But nothing could stop our guy, Sky, I could even say that this misfortunes were even motivating him more to go in that direction.

It was the seventh day. And then he found the last dune of his trip. A big stone was on the top of this light dune. By the strength of the wind he already felt that this was the final of his trip, the Dorado of his path. Our curios character approached to this stone and slowly started to show up his eyes over the shape of this stone in order to see what was further and what was the reason of this mysterious wind. As he was step by step passing the shape of the stone by the visual field of his eyes, he started to appreciate a beautiful tornado dance around a plain part of the desert. That was not a normal tornado. The movement of this tornado was not something that could be done by nature, so his movements were coordinated and more similar to the dance of small a child inside into a happiness mood. That dance was a mixture of thunders, rain, wind and ballet steps, sometimes jumping, others, falling to the sand. Sky tried to cover his eyes for a moment, to clean them, or maybe to blink to see if what he was seeing was real.

While Sky was trying to analyse if his eyes were not lying to him, and with the aim of not letting any doubt, two other tornados appeared into this scene. Then was when the most beautiful episode of his life happened in front of him. This three tornados started to make a choreography of never seen before dances: thunders, rainbows and rain; hits of wind in the middle of the rain that were drawing beautiful shapes in the sky; mixtures of the tornados as they were hugging each other; mix of colours produced by the different elements present in the scenario, as it would be colour palette and a drawer painting into a canva. Sky just pinch himself. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his own eyes. And then, as a final of the performance, the three tornados crash into the middle of the stage and a white light went to the sky. From this light, a bunch of white clouds started to grow up around the whole sky filling it until he couldn’t see it totally full of them. And after a small sequence of silence, something really uncommon started to happen: this clouds started to fall down slowly, as white small pieces of sky, and as usually people like to call it, snow. This is a phenomenon that don’t use to happened in the middle of the desert, and less, after all of this performance. One more time, he could not believe what was just in front of his eyes, so he started to think that were only illusions result of the hit of the desert and the hot weather. But not, after few minutes he started to feel the cold of the snow, once that the floor was covered totally by it and with a pale white.

While our mean character was still watching this event, the three tornados started to move in a different direction together, as if they would have finished their work and wanted to come back home. As you can imagine, Sky, just follow them. He wanted to know more, as I imagine you, my dear reader do. Following this tornados, each time smaller and smaller, he just saw them entering in the only cave or rocks that someone could see in hundred of kilometres around. Sky was already afraid, but to enter in this cave was a new challenge, and you know he liked that so. He entered in the cave and started to listen some musical voices, laughing and talking between them. As his steps were getting closer into the dark cave, this voices were louder and louder. He was walking really carefully, so he didn’t know what he could find. And then, in the light of a bonfire, there were, these three beautiful witches talking and joking about their day and how much they were enjoying with the choreography and performance that they just before. Readers, try to don’t imagine this ugly witches with ugly noises and high voices. This witches were totally different so their voices were sweet and charm as the mermaids and their clothes colourful and full of dyes and trinkets, and their movements gentle and at the same time strong and sure about themselves. They were talking about how they were doing all of this wonderful movements, and joking with each other about who was faster, who slower, or who were making the smaller thunders. But there was one of them, with the brown and red hair that kept the attention of Sky almost the whole time. The way she was laughing was just keeping him just looking to her, and not paying attention to be discovered by them. Sometimes even with his mouth open. He couldn’t resist this opportunity, and as he was not a kind of person who think the things two times, and not thinking about if this could be dangerous, he just went out of his hiding place. Sky with a really kind intention just approach them with a smile as he use to do with everybody in his trips, waiting the others to answer with the same reaction. But the witches were not answering with the same reaction but with a really surprised face, mixed between agitation and shocked. None had never reached their place ever before, and not even being that bold to enter in the cave and approach them in that way. So their first reaction was to scream to the guy and let him know that he was not welcome there. He wanted to stop them and their reaction, so he just wanted to thank them for such a performance outside of the cave and to ask them questions about how all of this amazing events could have been done for such a beautiful and brave beings. So he didn’t even let them to talk, and started with his compliments to them and explain them what he was doing there. That he was a traveller and that what he really wanted to do it was to discover new things that could fill his diary and his creativity after. While he was talking to them, he was not able to stop keeping more his eyes in to the one who catch the most his attention, and she was answering to that but obviously hiding it from the others.

Sky was a really good talker and not even let them to talk too much in order to control the situation. And he started his offer to them. He had an idea, why to don’t share that with the people in the town, why not to show it with the whole humanity so he never found in none of his trips, such a wonderful phenomenon. Obviously they refuse to do that, even they were explaining to him, that if they were in this cave it was cause they already knew that other humans will destroy this beauty and that they were not prepared for it, that they could kill them because of jealousy or being a target of pillage of their powers, or even worst, to be burned as some of their sisters in the past. After this explanation, they explained him why they never show up nobody and why nobody had arrived there never. So they told him, that if someone for any reason had finished their trip there, they just kill them. And even if they were not searching the murder of nobody, for their freedom and own security, they had to do it. Sky started then to be a bit scary. But without arguing to much more with the guy, even if he was insisting with his powerful words and smile, one of the witches gave the order to the youngest to take the guy and kill him out of the cave.

To one of the witches...Linda.