Andie
Andie
Kaapor
“Hunting was becoming more and more difficult. Her grandfather had said that life would not be so easy anymore, the world had changed and the spirits and powers that humanity had abandoned were returning. When cities collapsed she was grateful to know at least a little of what it’s like to live without the comforts of modern civilisation and manage to survive, but she never took the fantastic part of the old man’s teachings seriously. Even when the signs were clear she resisted. Despite having learned a lot from her grandfather, she had grown up in the city and always thought these things were rubbish, the belief of old people who lived too long in fear of the unknown and in superstition. But how to explain that much bad luck? She made her way back lost in her own thoughts, contenting herself with the roots and leaves she had found. She barely saw a quick shadow that jumped towards the forest from her shed, but the movement made her turn. Of the shadow there was nothing left, but she watched in astonishment as the deer she had opened and cleaned the day before walk gracefully through the door of the shack where it had once hung and leapt also in the direction of the forest, as if the gash in its abdomen and the split ribs had no effect on it. Paralysed, all she could do was remember her grandfather’s words: the Kaapor walks around these parts, girl, if you want to eat it’s good that you learn to respect him.”
Andie
Curupira
“The forest cried, but in the ears of the small minded men it just sounded like the wind. A gust shook the leaves sending birds of every colour scattering across the sky, and then fell silent. The men stood there, watching with dull eyes and empty souls as the fire moved forward, a glowing cloak of destruction. As they watched, something moved between the ancient trunks and over the soft layers of sacred, fertile ground, and soon they saw there was another glow of fire. But this one was coming towards them.”
Andie
Boitatá
“The clock on the wall marked two in the morning. The phone rang ominously, like the screech of an owl that warns of death. Another victim found by the river, said the voice on the other side, trying to hide the fear. The police team arrived a few hours later, got out of the car, isolated the body from onlookers and faced the horrific scene that had been repeated for the third time. The middle-aged gentleman, whose appearance could not hide the harshness of life, was deprived of his eyes. Burn marks all over the body, as well as the purple skin hue of someone who has been squeezed until he suffocates. The natives from around those parts used to say that the eyes are the door to access the soul. Another soul taken, another light gone out. The night was pitch-black, but the officers could see something in the distance, like the faint glow of a large, thick trunk in ambers travelling down the river. Could it be? Tiredness and darkness can play tricks in your mind.”
Andie
Iara
“The betrayal was bigger than she could bear. The envy and loathing of the tribe, the misbelief of the father, the unfair sentence. Jaci would have none of it, not against one so undeserving of that horrific end. She would take the young warrior as a gift, fix her broken body with the help of all the creatures she touched with her reflexion. The waters shall be her air, her sustenance, her home. And there, forevermore, she shall be queen.”
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