Samara

Prologue

PRESENT - 2018

Indeed, she who reckoned that the burning sphere and the stars will shine and scintillate again. She was never afraid of anything that could happen for the coming days after the board of directors decided to place her as the chief executive director of their improvisational theatre company, Solace Theatre.

She spun her swivel chair and let her eyes look at every side of her new room. The maiden felt puissant and competent, which made her thought that everybody shall beg on their knees. 

“Miss Consolatta, you can go down now. The car is ready." It is her own legman, Christopher. He gives the lass pieces of information or even the smallest details that the young woman needs.

 "Any information about the people who live in Lleida, Spain?" she queried. These past few days, she keeps on having dreams about that place. Everything feels light and heavy at the same time when her mind is focused on contemplating.

“I’ll report it once we got back here later." Her legman bowed to show respect after she nodded. 

She roamed her new desk once again; new nameplate with her name in it, shouting fineness and authority, a pile of papers and folders to review. She then finally decided to leave. 

On the whole, reporters are in front of their company, asking bunkum questions. Consolatta fixed her sunglasses as she walks with elegance. She has to be used by people surrounding her each and every day. 

Her name is now on every platform. May it be in social media or in written works such as newspapers. What happened to the late CEO, Julio Karende, was unfortunate and tragic, and her replacement was the talk of the town. 

The damsel did not carry on walking and she turned on her back when she felt a lynx-eyed bod staring daggers at her. Shockingly, the reporters started to leave and no one’s following her. "Is somebody there?" she murmured. 

Maybe she's just hallucinating because of the fire she's going into right now. She shook her head and continued walking towards the car.

A man covered with black clothing in his face hid at the back of someone's car after she saw Consolatta turned her back. He decided to plot and continue his plan when he saw how confident and powerful Consolatta is feeling.

"You'll never succeed, Sol... Never." 

AFORE - 1873

Various birds chirping and soaring the pacific salt quartz-colored skies, whilst the people in one place are working together to ameliorate their life.

The soothing zephyr blows gently as the sun sets and Luna has finally appeared. Each and everyone is prepared for walking all the way to their plain and unvarnished small houses to rest. However, one lass wandered and stayed outside to watch the stars twinkle.

 "En otra vida..." ( In another life...) she paused. 

The withdrawn ingenue felt her face dampened. She knows she's impuissant, she'll not be able to predict what else will happen in the forthcoming years, even in the anticipated seasons.

She knew for herself that she was just a poor wide-eyed, dewy, and careless juvenile Spaniard.

"No seré impecunious." ( I will not be impecunious. )

A deafening gunshot was heard by the whole townlet. She felt a trenchant prick right on her thorax, as she set down on the bracing garth.

The man threw the pistol he used to shoot her. He looked at her with malevolence and anger whilst he removed the gloves he used to leave no mark. He sat down to come closer to her lifeless body with blood that is bathing the place she is lying on.

 "Te seguiré encada una de las vidas, Sol. Y me aseguraré... eso nunca sucederá." ( I'll follow you in each and every life, Sol. And I will make sure... that will never happen. )