The CATAVENTO MAN
--- I remember it was a Saturday, since it was after 20:00 mamae already said it was a boy the time being in bed .... I remember him, I brought a weathervane in the right hand.
In recent times, children began to disappear Woondervile gradually disappeared at the beginning twice a year, then two a month, went up a while disappeared two a week, now go away twice a day. No child has ever been found, the only report we have is from an eyewitness, an elderly man, he lives in the last house on the street of the cemetery, it is also the only home that street, your house is completely closed
Where no one sees any crack of light pierce the windows covered in black ink, people who already saw her silhouette in night of thunderstorms, they say he's afraid of the light. They say until already heard him talk about himself a man of the weathervane. So they are remaining three more children across Woondervile. Cris, Tomy and Ran, I'm Ran. Every city is afraid, our not parents let us go out, not even to see the sunlight, the authorities station patrolling the streets, all the police cars in town are doing our guard in the streets and looking for a suspect. .. All the two police cars in the city. Until yesterday remained five children, and so tomorrow remained one of the ... (Continue)
By. Vilmar Ramos
Maya
«I never wanted to be feared. I wanted to be seen. Not as a monster, but as a girl who loves the smell of rain and the warmth of sunlit grass. A girl who talks to animals as if they understand her and whispers secrets to the wind when no one's listening. But the world doesn't care what I want. It sees the glow in my eyes and the claws beneath my skin and decides what I am. A beast. A danger. And now, with my family hanging by a thread and strangers knocking at our door, maybe it's time I stop holding back. Let them see what happens when you corner a wolf.»
Remi
«The sea doesn't forgive mistakes. I learned that the first time I felt the salt bite my wounds and the ropes burn my hands. Out there, you either adapt, or you drown. I learned to strike before being struck, and to stare into the eyes of men who'd rather see me dead. But even as the waves carried me further from the past, it never truly let go. And now, the storm I thought I'd outrun has caught up with me. Maya needs me. My father needs me. But the sea took parts of me I can't get back. What if the man who returns isn't enough? What if I'm already lost?»
Lynn
«The city taught me how to survive and how to disappear. A glance, a twitch of the fingers, a slight tilt of the head, that's all it takes to pick a pocket or avoid a blade. I learned to watch, to wait, to strike. I became the shadow people fear in alleyways. And I like it. I like the power, the freedom, the knowledge that no one can touch me unless I let them. But then came Maya's letter. And suddenly, the walls I built to keep the world out feel more like a cage. My little sister needs me, and I hate that it scares me. Not the danger. But home. The girl I used to be. The girl I swore I'd never be again.»
Three voices. Three paths. One storm, ready to break.
We're not heroes. We're broken pieces, sharpened by pain. And when the storm hits, we'll either cut through it or be swept away.