Brian
slumped onto the edge of the sofa with a blank stare on his face.
Gregorio
Esapeda placed a hand on Brian’s shoulders to reassure him that he wasn’t
losing his faculties. The elder man caught a glimpse of something he hadn’t
seen earlier when Cromwell revealed the photographs of Sangre.
A
single item in a single image of that young woman drew Gregorio into a mystery,
which even he wouldn’t believe.
Esapeda’s
voice raised, “Brian? Tell me about this item in the photograph with her” He
pointed at a necklace, which hung around Sangre’s sinuous neck.
Brian
stood up and looked at the picture slowly, “It’s a necklace she had been given
by her grandmother”. Placing picture down, “I was helping her move some boxes
at her place and it fell out of a denim pouch that contained that necklace”. He
wondered out loud, “Do you know something about that necklace, Greg?”
“I’ve
seen that necklace somewhere” Right hand began rubbing chin gently, as he
thought, “But, it can’t be….can it?”
Brian
was curious, “Gregorio, what is it?”
Professor
Esapeda didn’t say another word, as he began looking through a stack of books
located in a small cabinet next to the kitchen. As he did so, Nathan and Brian
gave quizzical looks to one another.
Thick
leather tome with raised lettering upon it was removed from that cabinet and
held in Gregorio’s hands. Sitting down in the middle of that sofa, he cracked
the book open slowly. As a scent of aged wood wafted from the faded pages of
that book, this man gazed once more at a particular image of Sangre.
“Come,
both of you. Please, sit down on either side of me” Gregorio Esapeda sounded
like an explorer finding a new world, “I knew this necklace was one which I’d
seen before”.
Nathan
asked, “Grandfather, what is it?”
“Greg,
what does my Sangre have to do with this old book?” Brian was befuddled over
the intersection of the young beauty which captured his heart and a book that
had seen too many days gone by.
With
either man aside him, Gregorio held the photograph of Sangre in his left hand
and his right thumb upon a page of that book, “Look at both pictures, Brian”.
There
it was in a fading book of ancient myths and legends, an image of a necklace
upon a Goddess of Citirion.
Cromwell
knew Esapeda was only trying to assist him with finding Sangre. But, a picture
in a dusty, old book had nothing to do with a woman of the present day.
“I’m
the man here, who should be grasping at straws, Gregorio”, Brian was just
brushing off this implication of what his friend just said, “Not you”.
“Citirionites
are nomads” Gregorio continued, “They came from a dying star many moons ago”
Squinting his eyes at the image in that book, Esapeda spoke with resolution of
his analysis, “The necklace matches. But, stop and look carefully at the
resemblance”.
Sometimes
skeptical of his own elders’ observations, Littlefeather lightly chuckled,
“Grandfather, what you are saying is not logical”.
Reining
in level of respect he required from his grandson, Gregorio Esapeda spoke from
a position of a man who treasured the lineage of history, “We’ve learned from
our elders. That knowledge has descended the ancients to our elders”
Single
word barely escaped Brian’s mouth, “Alien?”
Knowing
how odd this may have sounded to the two younger men in his presence, Esapeda
wasn’t speaking about little green men out of tin can spacecraft scurrying
about this earth.
Gregorio
was speaking of an ancient people who found a home on planet earth – the
Citirionites.
“What
I am telling you is this” Sternly he spoke, while gazing downward at both
images, “Only Goddesses of Citirion are chosen to wear that necklace”.
Gregorio
was not backing away from that fact.
“If
what you are saying is true, then I’ve lost her forever” Brian took a long
breath.
Nathan
sighed, “Grandfather, is that true?”
“All
moments hold opportunity. And, even her decision to leave here right now, is
most timely” Gregorio placed palms together, as another aspect of the legend
was told, “There is a brief period when this location known as Paraiso de la
Rosa Luna. Or, Paradise of the Rose Moon can be accessed”.
Brian
held a piece of paper in his hand, which he never thought would be shown to
anyone else, “I found this in her bedroom. But, I didn’t realize the importance
of what she wrote until right now”.
As
Nathan was handed the slip of paper, he slowly began to read it out loud,
“Cuando una pizca de rubor se ve en la Luna, que es cuando me encuentro a mi
casa” Then, he repeated it in English, “When a speck of blush is seen upon the
moon, that is when I find my home”.
Sangre’s
words were almost a roadmap for Brian to locate her. He just hoped the moment
to hold her in his arms once more hadn’t been lost to eternity.
“You
have said you love this woman, Brian” Gregorio added a question to that
statement, “How far are you willing to go to have her in your arms again,
Brian?”
Brian
Cromwell was at a crossroads of logic and legend. For what would have been
simple to say in response, this man in love loosened the boundaries of his own
thinking about probabilities and possibilities to hold Sangre once more,
“Anywhere that is possible”.
“Love
makes fools of men” Elder male smiled and inhaled at the reason for even
bringing up a solution to this predicament, “Love makes the impossible
possible”.
***************
On
that pathway to happiness in this romantic adventure fantasy, love is the
ultimate destination. In A.H. Scott’s romantic adventure fantasy, love is the
ultimate destination. Can love be just around the corner, or beyond the stars?
Some
men fall in love with the girl next door. For one man, his heart was touched by
a woman from farther than he could imagine.
Brian
fell in love with a dream.
Yet,
the fantasy was a nightmare, because this woman was not what she seemed.
Her
name was....."Sangre".
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