C10 Fates Crossed: Part 2/18 years of broken windows?

Buddhist mantra and a map in the temple.

Eighteen years later... Cashimira, India, present time.

Mayara was in a meditation session with Iara, studying philosophy... admiring many things... there was a lot to do. Then she closes her eyes. And the past comes.

The night she was mysteriously abandoned on the doorstep of Santa Helena, Mayara Angelina was very small, and it was raining slowly. She grew up being mistreated, and being forced to work, iron and cook, but always with talent in several areas. The only clue the little girl had about her past was the date of her birthday, the basket of old baby clothes, and a valuable necklace, a choker that she always wore under her ugly and unattractive mini-maid's dress. The chain was silver and looped twice and its pendants were a little strange: one was shaped like the typical representation of the Egyptian goddess Isis, the other was a lotus flower, or rose of Saron, and a small key from old cupboards. Makeda, that was her nickname because her manner resembled that of the Queen of Sheba. She had a great fondness for magic and was rejected by her orphan classmates because of her unusual appearance. Someone had done her a favor and put her out of her misery. She liked dancing, acting and criminology. She'd been reading since the age of seven. maybe one day she'd become a detective or an actress in Bollywood musicals, in India she'd be a writer. she was beautiful and rebellious. She was the prettiest of them all, perhaps in this story. tall, with dark skin, long black hair, with lots of Californian pink highlights, cut in a "V" shape at the waist, jade-green eyes, dark and rarer than emerald green, changing from one to the other. She had a fleshy mouth with a heart-shaped upper lip and a perfect body, with full breasts and a statuesque figure that made older women envious. She was beautiful, Hindu, they said. Today, the day seemed sad to her. Even though she had grown into a woman at almost eighteen, she felt rejected. She was in Cashimira, India. Dressed like a high-caste lady, her burnt-red Indian sari highlighted her chicness, she reminisced about the past. She was a promising dancer and smiled, remembering how she managed to escape using her talents and great intelligence. She had a purpose in existence, and was watched over by Iara, also dressed in a pink sari, with long curly black hair in an exotic ponytail. One day, she would be a famous dancer or writer or lawyer/investigator, find her parents, and marry Arthur. or someone she truly loved. Thinking back over her life, she sighed.

Meditation was an art to find answers within herself. And this Mayara had learned very well. Closing her eyes, she once again remembered an intriguing period in Spain. An interesting and recent one that made her blush.

PROMISE, DESTINY AND A COSMIC LOVE WRITTEN IN TIME

When Mayara turned seventeen, she started working at the boarding school that bears the name of the orphanage: Santa Helena. She was treated very badly by the deputy principal and the "senior" inspector, Carla. The school was for the rich and aristocratic. Each student had a private servant. She was afraid. She could fall into the hands of an older, meaner girl. She waited there, in the corridor, like an obedient puppy. A black, fully armored car arrived, followed by other cars that were also fully armored, but of the more common type, in plain clothes. Out of the car came a young man who must have been no more than fifty-five, tall, with dark gray hair and grayish violet eyes. While the older man wore a stylized suit and tie and an imperial cloak, the young man wore lighter and equally expensive clothes, the black prince wore shoulder-length Rastafarian hair and was strong and muscular. And a boy, pale in comparison with golden-brown hair and equally mysterious eyes, the same violet eyes as the elder, also appeared. Makeda watched everything from the window. She was wearing a dress with a thick blue tiara and a white apron, all light blue with the emblem of the college/prison/orphanage. The boy was a little taller than her, skinny but handsome, with the same hawk-like eyes as his grandfather. He had an aquiline chin and an expression of sadness and arrogance on his face. He was dressed in period clothes, just like the Little Prince, and three black wheeled suitcases were being carried in.

The principal, young and idealistic, sweet, Cínthia Salazar, went to receive the royal entourage. the boy looked at the things around him and analyzed them. crossing his arms, he huffed, disgusted, he was indignant, she was blonde and had bright blue eyes. they all entered through the front door, formally, according to the protocols and rules of etiquette. Cynthia led the royal entourage through the corridors, and finally they all got to know the pleasant part of Saint Helena.

The mysterious little prince said goodbye to his family and didn't look back, he was led to his superior quarters - a room very similar to his own in his typically masculine and sober country. As he passed through the corridor, the young man ignored the little brunette girl who was waiting on her feet, with sheets and pillows lined up for him to use. She asked to be left alone and rest. He snorted and thought he was being punished for being the way he is.

The deputy principal, a grumpy old woman, shouted at the girl:

"Listen!" she grabs her arm, hurting her "You're going to work for him. Do the job and don't get in the way, okay? I hope I don't hear any complaints or I won't tell that fresh little principal... just be grateful you still have a place to live, you ungrateful girl!"

"You're a very bad old lady! You're a very bad old lady!"

"Shut up!" she pushes Mayara away, almost hitting her in the face. "He's waiting. Welcome him. Come on, the other houses, children!"

The boy had heard the discussion and sighed. who would be his private maid? it didn't matter. It was like that at every school. He was on the run in Europe because of the civil war in his country, which didn't accept the future king's union with a girl of a different nationality and color. he took his backpack off his back and lay down on the bed, exhausted. Mayara put on her maid's uniform, pulled up the sheets and sighed, getting ready to knock on the door. she wanted to cry. the boy snorted, feeling lonely and bored, and prepared to go home or sleep.

and was getting ready to swear when he laid eyes on her. a soft, melodious song was playing in the room. and that made things easier. she gave him a shy, Mona-smooth smile, and calmed his heart. as she packed his things, he looked at her differently.

He tried to break the ice.

"you're the new maid."

"Yes."

"shouldn't you be studying, miss?"

"no. I've finished my studies and I need money. I've been paid since then, I just do the housework."

"and your parents? why do they allow this?"

"I'd better get going. I'm an orphan. As far as I know, I have no family."

" that's sad. i have a mother and a father. but they weren't very well. and then mom disappeared....ah and that's important, but..." a long, anxious pause between them. Arthur had to keep his composure, because he was supposed to present himself in a dignified manner. But he failed and sounded a bit arrogant, which made sense if he was a nobleman. typical of the class. "Do you know who I am? I'm Arthur Gabriel III, Prince of Mauania. And what is your name?"

" Mayara Angelina, but everyone calls me Mkeda or Maya."

"and where do you sleep?"

"in the kitchen, always in the servants' quarters, cooks."

" kitchen?now?"

"Yes, they're not going to give luxurious accommodation to less important jobs, are they? And I've said enough nonsense. I'll sleep in the kitchen or on the floor of your room if you need my services, no, it's okay, I've got used to it."

"Yes..." Arthur, as he's called, didn't think he'd ever see something so sad. It was heartbreaking. She had no wealth, lived as a slave, and was an orphan. And he'd been lonely since... since forever." Don't go. I feel so lonely. Sleep with me, in my room. There's an extra mattress as far as I know. We can be roommates while I complete this last period of study required by my father. It's so bizarre." Upon hearing this, Mayara walked backwards, dropping the empty jug of water.

" that's against the rules! the board would be furious". she was 17, but she knew the rules by heart. and he was 20, almost 21.

"only if they know. You sleep on one mattress and I on the other. You're small and the "house" is spacious."

"It's not a good idea, Mr. Arthur."

"Now, could you excuse me? I need to change and rest."

"of course..."

Arthur took a liking to her. She was so young and already working hard, and so a beautiful, sweet and fragile connection was born between them.

Arthur began to show who he really was. But at night, he was sweet and friendly, pretending to hide their friendship. But in front of their friends, they both pretended they didn't know each other. And he was very mysterious, not telling much about his past with his father. He was vague about his position in Mauania. His friends surrounded him and she watched him from afar, like his page, his shadow, at night she sang, and he fell asleep, pulling her arm along with him, making marks on her arms, and holding her tight for fear of losing his friend. she was his. forever.

Four months later, something happened that neither of them expected or dreamed would happen. During this time, Arthur Makeda and Nasser, the son of a wealthy tycoon who was of Persian and Arab descent and who lived in the Middle East, became the trio of tough guys, best friends and so on.

They liked things in common. One day, just like that, things changed. The rivals of his reign found the prince's hiding place and the king called the boy demanding a quick removal because undercover agents wanted to kidnap the boy. Against his will and his heart, Arthur was pressured and convinced that it was the right thing to do... and it would hurt him forever... both he and Nasser would leave... they wouldn't even say goodbye to Makeda. Nasser to his country to take care of his local business and Arthur to a false security that would hurt his heart more than it would speed up the process. But Mayara was the reason he didn't want to leave Spain, he wanted to hear the flamenco songs sung in that sweet, melodious voice that captivated his being. it didn't matter to him what class she was, Mayara was fine and polite anyway. that hurt a lot. but he decided to put on a costume that would make Mayara hate him, but when it was all over, he would go to her and explain everything. he would put people on the lookout for his beloved friend...

she insisted on it. She got sad and said:

"you were the best friend I ever had... I didn't want you to leave like that..."

"understand! I'm sad too! but I have to and I want to go! I'll always remember you and I won't forget your existence."

"But why? I won't forget you...I love you, Arthur," she confessed unwillingly.

that hurt his ears. but he had to put an end to it so as not to make the situation even worse. it was all or nothing, because the clock was ticking for arthur.

"the fact that we've lived together doesn't mean that you can be intimate like that.I can't be seen with someone of your class.Look on the bright side.I'll tell you the truth.I can't stand this place, these people and you! Get out of my way now.You're just a maid."

it shocked mayara and broke her heart into a million pieces. she didn't deserve to be treated like that. she had always been kind and friendly to arthur.

"What's that? You've never spoken to me like that before... I thought you were different from the others... I'm going to get out of your way... as you asked... goodbye... I didn't want that..."

"it's going to be okay... you'll be happy... I'll be happy... you'll leave here one day too... along with your classmates."

very petty!!!! it hurt her more than she imagined.very impertinent and inconsiderate to do that to her!!!!

"great. "

"the world is waiting for me. You don't even have a body, you're skinny and boring."

And Arthur fakes a heart with his hands and walks away sighing. She sits down and cries, not knowing what she's feeling. They get into their cars and drive away. Makeda promises herself she'll never cry again. She decides she's going to run away. Her reason for fighting is gone. It's time to go after her parents... after her own future... while she cries in pain. It's too much for anyone to bear.

as she sat there, she saw Arthur get into a car with a furious expression and she saw regret in his eyes. could it be?

unaware that she was being watched, she sat down under the tree on the edge of the school grounds and cried.

It was about two hours before Mayara moved from her seat. there wasn't much she could do about what was going to happen to Arthur's fate. she needed to change her life. but how?

without peace in his heart.

That's when she was surprised by four very strange people, but just as young as Arthur's father.

The woman took the lead, introduced herself formally and chatted, calming the girl down. Iara, Samuel, Karolyna, and Percival. Iara was her godmother and teacher, and when Mayara saw her she ran into the arms of her mother figure and wept unceremoniously, and all the stress of the day came crashing down on the poor little girl. Iara welcomed her without blinking, without being intimidated, and that was worth it to her. Mayara deserved love and respect.

after she calmed down, Iara regained her seriousness. the situation was urgent. Mayara felt a strong tension in the air and asked what it was. everyone went to a more hidden corner of the road and started talking.

the young woman crossed her arms.