-An universal law.
Fragments of the history of the Zaharia’t family
Generation 0 (many decades ago)
The sky was beginning to clear up. The heavy clouds of the previous night began to dissolve. But the water of the storm had done its damage. The plantation had been jeopardized. To avoid losing the season, the whole family was working hard, reopening the canals of irrigation trying to make the water to be drained more quickly.
How the time could change, so fast? It was what was happening on the head of Ober, the father of the family. Two days ago, was sunny, no forecast of rain. But yesterday, an hour to another, in the middle of the afternoon, the weather closed. The sky turned in a frightening color. Lightnings were saw in the land all the time. And that continued until late at night.
And now, again, the sky was clear. As if nothing had happened. Except when looking down to the floor. This was the day that changed the course of a complete family of farmers.
-Father! Father! Here! , Said the voice of Ania, the 18 years old daughter, with a tone of despair.
As she was always calm, it called the Ober’s attention, who ran in her direction. When he reached her, he saw, on the ground, a body of a man. With the chest full of blood and clothes all torn. They took him to the house and washed. He was still alive.
Ania could not take her eyes of him. To her, that was the most beautiful vision she ever saw.
In the days that follow, herbs were collected and processed in infusions that were applied methodically in the wounds of that man. Clean, It was noted that his hair was blonde and his face had a mark. He appears to have 25 years old. Seemed high, about 1.90m.
Was a morning when the sun invaded the window of the room just behind Ania, who was sitting in the bed, treating his wounds, when he opened the eyes.
And he saw her for the first time. She was illuminated by the sun, surrounded by a bright aura.
- As I pavx rusel? As I asucw acwelhl? (Am I back at home? Am I among angels?) -He said in a language that she didn’t understand.
Ania took a leap of fright and called his father.
-Where am I? - Said the strong voice, but low, of man. An unknown accent, but in common language. His eyes were golden.
And months passed. Months of recovery. Every day, he sought more and more. And he spent all the free time with Ania. There was a strong bound between them. In a month, he was walking. In three months, he was helping the family in the plantation.
But as time passed, a sadness got both. That man was ready to leave. And Ania felt it.
There were a total of six months. Enough so that the two fell into a passion that would last forever. In this period, he avoided talking about his origins, but was always polite. Trying also to distance himself from Ania, because he knew he shoud go, but she was persistent.
In an end of afternoon, she went to the plantation and waited him. And both walked back home through a small hill. When reached the top, she looked at the sunset and said:
-You will leave, soon.
He did not respond. But it was a consent.
-I love you. – She said.
-I have to go. This is not my place. –Said, him, polite.
-Do you love me?
He did so with the head:
-From the first day I saw you, when I opened my eyes.
-You are not like us, are you?
He confirmed with silence, and asked:
-How do you know?
-You are different. The first sentence you said was not in our language, the same you teached me. Your accent. Your beauty. I don’t know. I just feel it.
He faced her, looking with all he felt on her. And she understood.
*****
The belly of Ania started to become visible. Happened three months ago, on the top of a small hill. A week before the man leave the farm. He tried to stop the momentum. Warned her that he would have to go. But she did not care. She wanted to be a part of it and has a part of him. It was at that moment of love that she saw his true nature. Was even more beautiful than she thought.
From the last moments with him, she remembers forever the two questions that did and their answers. She asked if she would see him again and he said he would do everything to see her again. She asked if the child would be born "normal." He said the baby would be a beautiful human woman, a mirror that would reflect the beauty of love between the two. He said also that she would be special, an Aasimar.
And so the years passed.
The baby had become a child. And her mother told stories about her father. Both waiting for his return, anxious.
That child had become a young woman. And the mother continued to tell the stories about her father. And waiting for his return with the heart in pain. Meanwhile, the time took Ania's father, and her mother. And the daughter of Ania divided the farm duties with her mother.
The young lady had become an adult and married. Her mother continued to tell the stories of her father to the daughter and her husband. And the pain in the heart became melancholy.
Until the years finally reached Ania, who was lying in his bed. Her daughter was sitting beside her, with eyes full of tears. The breath of her mother was heavy. And the daughter heard the last words:
- You came back.
-I said I would come back one day. -said the strong voice of the man, with wings collected. He was behind his daughter.
-Of course I came back, Mom. I am here. -said her daughter, taking her hand.
-I always loved you. -Ania said.
-I always loved you and always will. -Said the voice of the man.
-I love you, Mom. Said the daughter, with tears dripping, do not understanding why her mother did not looked into her eyes. It was as if Ania was looking to the infinite.
-My daughter. She is so beautiful. -said the mother.
-Our daughter is beautiful. You created her well. -said the man's voice, gentle.
-Mom. -said his daughter, moved.
-I want so much that you could see him.
-She will one day. Like you. But she has a whole life ahead, yet. And she has to walk her own destiny.
-Please, Mom. Do not talk about my father now. I am here and you are all that matters to me.
-Come on, my love. I will take you with me. This journey ended. The eternity awaits us-the voice said, gently, flooded of love.
Ania opened a weak smile, then looked at her daughter with an expression of sorrow, and said:
-I will miss you.
And these were her last words.