Para Yair, por escucharme hasta la 1:15 am
We were running again, this time following the trace of Gold.
When we decided to go and search for it, we faced a lot of misadventures, some many people had turned us down, called us crazy and jet, here we were, looking for the only reason we woke up every morning. Gold.
We had just got a hound to help us. When we reached him he was barking and jumping around a tree. Other was no doubt that its barks where at least the loudest one I've ever heard, and of course, he was also jumping and whipping around the tree, like if the most precious and wonderful thing was calling him from the top of that tree.
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Shade throw at the dog slice of meat he bought a while ago in the last village we passed, and the dog, fetched it in to the air, finally shutting up.
The silence around us was so tense that none of us dared to even breathe in a loud way, our steps where slow and carefull, the noises we made were almost inexistent, and the glances we throw at each other were the only way of communication we had.
We started to walk around the tree and we hadn't had gave not even three steps when a path of blood welcomed us, as farther as we walked as bigger the blood stains were. And by the time we had surrounded the entire tree the amount of blood was insane, no normal human could bleed this much and still live to tell it.
And then, then we saw her.
When we started this we never expected to get so far and less than that, we didn't expected to find what we just had found.
Stuck in one branch of the tree was the meaning of the last six months.
At a first glance the only thing you could see was a mix of blood, feathers and what looked like a bit of skin, a bit of something slimey and more blood but if you looked closely you could notice the arms, the legs, torso and face. You could also see what once was the most beautiful wings ever all golden and shiny now, bloody and full of dirt.
Shade cursed as he hit and kicked the tree. Screaming and demanding heaven to sent their angel back. He screamed at the top of his lungs, until he ran out of breath and his nose and hands were bleeding,until he couldn't keep standing and all he could do was shake, curled up in a ball, just crying the name of the fallen angel who once blessed a couple of drunks, a couple of drunks who sweared to protected her until life was ripped of their own bodies.
We had failed, she was dead, and we were alive.
Gold was dead.
The only thing on my mind was her name.
Gold was dead.
