HANDS OF Time
Hands of Time
By: Julano Eleazar R. Morales
Main Characters:
- Aller
- Kane
- Death
- Sandra
- Terrance
- Michael Ames (The Historian)
Minor Characters:
- Puss in Boots
- Kitty Softpaws
- Perrito
- The Policeman
- The Syrian Girl (Aliya)
- The Lebanese Elder (Miriam)
Death's POV
I met Someone who was dying, and badly injured. She was a Syrian girl who fled to this country and was starving while thirsted, which means that she was not long for this world. As I collected her soul, she whispered to me, "La Illlah ila Allah, WA Muhammad Rasuallah" it hit me that she was a Muslim girl, already dead by the time I began to take her to the other side. It was painful at first, but when she saw the other side, I became very happy.
On the way out, I saw a woman who dried the bread on top of what remained of a pillar that was once a Roman Temple, I asked her what her business was, and she replied, "Well, I have been making them since the war destroyed my bakery. How about yours?". I responded by being a wanderer who could not find food since the war destroyed my home. She shared the food with me and talked about our lives, shared our differences in our Lives before the war even though I was obviously lying. As it was getting late, we said our goodbyes and parted our ways. It was sad to see her go, but like the previous visit, I also had to Endure the loss and said my last farewell.
Then I got to the Hall of Honor south of Beirut. I looked at the beautiful monuments though they are crumbled, but it’s all that the temple still Stands. I wanted to view those statues when they are here anyway because they remind me of the time when the Roman Empire was at its peak. I went my way and went into the road, covering myself in a black veil, called the taxi, and went into the Port to go to Spain.
Sandra's POV
The Mayoral Hall has been ruined as of now, with burn marks and rushed packages with tears and signs clouted about the Dictatorship and the Revolution which was in place between the richest and poorest districts, showing the divide. The Fighting took place at El Fernando street during the hours of 5:32 PM and 7:34 PM. At this time, [the residents who have been fighting in their houses defending their loved ones, have been shot and captured with their comrades fighting the police to give them a chance to escape to the other cities.] They were waiting a chance to strike and during the final minutes of the battle for San Ricardo, The Allied volunteers have shot a dozen soldiers in the Nationalist side, Including the hunter who just returned from his trip in Africa.
The Battle ended in a republican victory, which became a turning point in the Spanish civil war, as well as the Spanish restoration and takeover of the Spanish Provisionary Government. But alas, the damage was done, and since there was no use of using the town as a main route for the soldiers to pass through due to the nationalists still controlling the main road, it was abandoned for many years. It was untouched and over the years, the deserts reclaimed the remains of this once great Town and the bridge must be ruined from an attack. The old man told me it was a Goose, but I don’t believe it. I believe it was the damage done by the wars committed over the years.
To this day, this town has been deserted and the remains of this municipality can be accessible via road outside the City center of Zaragoza, head straight towards the canyon, and when you see the Town sign, you go there to the local community full of Iberians. Yes, Actual Iberians who happen to be non-roman. Anyway, they built this amazing bridge across the Canyon which are made of Tree roots and planks.
Anyhow, I better get back to work before Terrance Finds out I have been loitering around! I Just hope that he changes his mind and start to join me around my expedition for the lost treasure of the San Ricardo Prison!
Flashback to the 1800s
Third Person POV
It was many years since Puss' death, and the Wolf has long collected his soul, San Ricardo has been thriving as a town with prospects of Gold and Silver miners flocking to this town, and Being one of the richest towns in Spain. A Church was Opened today after the Priest approved of the funding of the San Ricardo Congress of Catechism. There was a Theological Order in Spain that sent their objectives to spread their teachings across the nation and its colonies. It was the time when the children heard the whistle of somebody who’s not a person, and they were terrified to see the wolf who was told that the kids wasted their lives when they fell down the bridge. Their Souls were attempted to be rescued by the residents, while the Children were rescued, The Elders struggled to hold on. Even then, the rope was pulled too much, and snapped. The Wolf Felt bad about them and went to the remains of the bridge to mourn for them.
He then Collected their souls before the Parents found out about where they are. He then went to the funeral home to pray for their safe departure, and went off to the houses in this small town when the people are beginning to make preparations for the funeral in Sunday. The fear subsided when the wolf uttered the words for prayer, and started to help him with the departure those souls to the Afterlife. He went to the families’ houses and said to each one that the Abuelo Manuel and Abuela Lina died from falling into the canyon due to latter’s failure of being careful. They wept bitterly when they heard those words, and told him to keep them safe so that they can go to the other side.
The Funeral was Held, and the prayers started to make a note. Death was surprised by the change in mood of the residents, as evident by the fearfulness of these citizens when the children fell, and when The Elders died, The Mood towards Him changed to sadness and grief as they realized that He was the one that was trying to help them depart from this world for the hereafter.
He never even tried to help, which was one of the many taboos from someone he used to know....
End of Flashback
Terrance's POV
I had Hoped one day, things might get... wrong. That, My Colleague might get hurt and all that, so I might make things right. I Just, don’t know what to do other than screw up and mess around. I was such a toxic person that I wished her dead when we were about to leave for Spain to do some archeology, and that her father was the worst when she was the one that was motherless.
I used to hate her with all my heart, but now that I was the only one in the group, I realized that she was the best one for me and my archaeology group. She helped me even when I was down. And when those gangsters dumped me, she comforted me, knowing the Person who I was. I even talked to her before I left to Alfalfa. Now I called to her and said “Hello Sandra? You know, I have been sorry for being such a toxic Friend. And for that, I’m Sorry. I just want us to be friends again. I know I have been toxic for the last seven years, and I explained the reason why I left you behind on all this, and I want to make it up to you.”
She responded sincerely, and asked, “Ok, I forgive you. You can join us at the archeological group near Zaragoza. I’ll meet you there, ok?” I responded, “I will.” And I went to the Department to get some gear and went off to the ruins. I wanted to talk to her about the things that happened for a few years. I’m still into my thoughts as I rode off to the road, in my Motor
Aller's POV
We found the Ruins of San Ricardo Culture, in the ruins by the river. It was an incredible gold mine, with all the cultural value within the range of the canyon! Overlooked by the Romans, it was discovered that in the remains of this village, the artworks made by the people of the Valley are incredible. With the residents of this village have crafted an incredible amount of it with similar artworks distributed in other tribes due to trading.
Of Course, the tribes are not very friendly around 12,500 BCE, then when the Younger Dryas hit, that is when the tribes flourished, and legends are told of a great deity brokered the peace between the tribes and helped them prosper and become the cultural hub of the Younger Dryas-Era Iberia. In 10,000 BCE, The Cultural Prosperity ended as the People from the other tribes moved in to their place, gradually replacing the population with the Newcomers.
It was Amazing that the people helped
X days later…
Death’s POV
Well, I returned to Spain, got to border customs and then there was a fanbase who loved my outfit and the Policeman’s Job and took pictures, and then when the attention faded, they simply went to another place. In all the while the Policeman and I talked about how things were going, and he responded with the usual warm smile and greetings, then a chit-chat about the daily lives of the Familia.
I never had a family other than the ones in the other side of the tunnel. I never thought my friend as family, nor I thought they might be one of my own. I said goodbye to my Friend and went off, heading towards San Ricardo when suddenly, someone caught my eye.
I shrugged it off to him because it was unimportant to him, because it was just another person. To me he was an impressive human, great speed with an ATV, and Brown hair.