Joaquine: Short Stories and Poems

A Bond The night will come and the seas will announce His arrival The Skies will part the coming ages He comes He comes Bringer of truth The Mender He Comes. -           Sor Juana, Tower of the Sun. The Imperial Eagle spread her wings as the wind carries her in the cold embrace of the early morning hunt. Majestically the Mountains of Mist spread below her with their flat peaks on the other side the Tower of the Sun spreads up to the sky with its twisted stairs and shut windows.  The Eagle scanned with sharp eyes and moved on to the real hunt.  The Mountains hid the real treasures where man did not hunt. A white rabbit came out of its hiding hole as the sun rays caressed the slopes of the mountain. The silent killer circled and stalked as the rabbit tried to escape. It was too late. Off the ground the rabbit went limp and the world continued its stream of life. The farmers farmed their lands and the bakers...

The night came over the Mountains of Mist on the northern part of Norashe. The distant howls of the White wolves echoed throughout the valley. Two hooded figures made their way up the rocky terrain.  The summer night damped their faces even with the light breeze.  Their white eyes shone under their hooded faces. Some called them demonic creatures and some others called them Angels.  With their ageless faces sharp and empty of expression. But, they were nothing more than just normal humans intoxicated with the remnants of the powerful elixirs that they drunk every day to allow them to enhance their human abilities. Life was short for this creatures after their initiation.                 The two hooded figures continued their pilgrimage. The trees became more spread out and the terrain more dangerous.  The unseen drops killed the untrained. This was the last test for the two hooded creatur...