“Letting out what we are is sometimes very difficult, we become strong when we are weaker; What logic guides what we are and feel? «The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Painani’s rebellion grew with the passing of the days, she did not understand that attitude of unconditionality that Hora maintained in the face of the Lightning’s designs and therefore her anger grew more and more at every moment.
Especially since she had fought against the established with the patriarchs of her homeland, who even sacrificed human lives to please the deities.
Few things ignite our hearts and Hora was one of her great passions, despite recognizing that life is made by different paths, she had linked hers to that of that person.
Outside forces now imposed their rules and she was ready to go into battle. For Painani, what she firmly believes in, even with closed eyes, she had to defend herself, so she set out to try to understand that dark and dense space that made her weak and for which she felt powerless.
-Hora, why are you unconditional of the Lightning?
The man who loved her looked at her attentively, he knew that she would not accept evasions:
-Honoring promises is a virtue, in our position, not everyone behaves with nobility, fear paralyzes. There are times when you will realize that only your intuition will understand what this is all about.
I am not talking about a scammer who snoops to take advantage of me, it is a supernatural force that I asked for advice and the lighting, with its force, will do everything to comply with the rules of our agreement, just like me…
Painani was still obfuscated and she snapped:
“If those rules stopped serving you, what would you do?»
Hora looked at her thoughtfully and added:
-The skills I possess are his gift, being able to talk to you and make myself understood without being Nahua, recognize the voices of the wind, perceive your presence in the distance, look under the veil of simple reality, all of this is part of the gifts that the lighting of the thunder has given me.
Hora lowered his head and crossed his hands as he pointed out:
-You make me doubt and meditate, if perhaps a normal life without so many flights would have made me happy, perhaps I would not have known you, understanding your words would not have been so simple; possibly the water snake would have devoured me and the world that lives above us would have been left without that image to transform something unique according to its traditions and cultures.
Not everyone has the fortune to see what we have seen, what we have both shared, somehow my friendship with the Lighting is not something you should be jealous of. I do not know what else to tell you.
Painani with those sincere words of Hora realized that she was comparing her inseparable friend the Lighting with how the Tlatoanis saw the deities and he felt that he had been wrong.
Between the Lightning and Hora, there was a creative agreement, it was not a submissive position of accountability and collection of human lives in exchange for preserving an immeasurable power where the priest of the temple would be willing to do anything to obey his master, the deity.
Then she looked at him steadily and affirmed:
-Now I recognize the difference between the forces that accompany you and those that I have suffered in the past, therefore I only see one way: Take control.
Hora embraced her with a smile at the moment he exclaimed:
«Is that your request for the Lightning?»
Painani with great seriousness asserted:
I have no idea how, but my duty is with the light, I owe myself to it and the truth dwells in it. You already told me that it is a brutal force, difficult to tame but it can be a tool in the skilled hands of magic.
Never feel that your hands have been tied, even in the thickest darkness, you will always find a way to see the light and use it to your advantage.
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