It was a night of black moon.
Iluku had shed her feathery form and stood on a glade, clothed as a woman.
Waiting for her husband, Killa the Moon, to arrive.
The glittery light of the stars lit the deep forest around her.
It was hard, she lamented, it was still so hard to see the sky and know of her husband’s betrayal.
To see the proof of his deceit and dalliance with another woman written in the stars.
Every night, at the wee hours of morning, she would watch the two brothers rising from beyond the horizon.
Announcing the morning and causing her to flee from the pain.
Her husband’s sons, with another woman.
- Are you still angry with me, Killa embraced her and tried to steal a kiss from his wife.
- After all these years, he sighed when she turned her face away from him.
- No matter how many years pass, Iluku answered, they still remain your sons. They still shine on the sky and tell everyone the story of your love affair with my own brother’s wife.
- That is a story for another night, Killa reminded her gently, Didn’t you have some humans to save? Or something?
- Don’t you try to make me forger, Iluku’s voice was filled with rage, We shall save them, yes, we shall. But you shall also remember that a woman scorned is a dangerous foe and not one to underestimate.
No matter how many hundreds of years passed his wife never seemed to get over that one little slip of his.
- Where have you left the warriors that were with you, the Moon looked around him, are the hidden somewhere? Or do we have to save them too?
- I have hidden them in a cave, Iluku shook her head, behind the magic of a petroglyph stone. The jaguar men will never be able to find them.
- Then we will have time to make up for my mistakes, her husband sweet talked to her.
- My mistakes won’t make up for yours, the answer was frozen, there is a King waiting for us. And he won’t last forever.
- Come, let’s save the King and his men, Killa finally answered, and then I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you to forgive me.
Iluku did not answer but turned around and entered the jungle.
Together, but apart, the walked through the dark forest, like two beams of light.
Barely touching the ground, floating and darting, sidestepping and eluding the obstacles on their way.
- What are we to do, my only love, the Moon inquired.
Only silence answered him.
- How are we to vanquish the jaguar men, he questioned, am I to attack them with my bare hands and win them with my charm.
- I do wish to be alive still tomorrow night, she finally answered, I have everything ready. You shall soon see!
Women, Killa shrugged his shoulders, he would never understand them.
And never be able to live without them, he sighed while admiring his wife’s beautiful form.
The mountain loomed over them when Iluku finally stopped.
She bent over to retrieve something under a pile of old boards.
When she stood up she held few garments of old clothes in her hand that she showed to Killa.
- What are those rags for, he asked with a laugh, are you going to wipe the dust from jaguar men’s cave?
- No, my beloved and noble husband, she giggled a little, these are your clothes. The ones that you are going to wear tonight.
Killa looked at the horrible old tattered garment that Iluku held in her hands.
- Do not worry, she nodded her head, they are quite clean. Unlike what they look.
- And you, the Moon stuttered, will you enter looking like that? What a fine pair will we be. The beastly beggar and the young noble girl.
- That wouldn’t work at all, his wife shook her head, I have a spare clothing for myself too. Just wait and you shall see.
Iluku hid behind a boulder and after a moment an old beggar woman in rags emerged.
She hobbled over the rocks in ungainly way.
Her back bended, face full of wrinkles and with a hair that had lost its shine.
Hanging from her head with a band, she carried a large wowen basked, filled with mysteriours things.
But even though the Moon was of curious nature, he just hadn't time to indulge himself in wondering what an old woman could be carrying around in the jungle in the middle of a night.
He peaked at the fast but could only see the banana leaves covering the basket.
- Dear granny, Killa asked politely, did you happen to see my wife back there? She is taken an unseemly long time and we really do have to hurry up.
- And what does your wife look like, the ancient woman inquired with her weary voice.
- She is a beautiful young woman, the Moon answered, just like you must have been granny. She was wearing a beautiful blue pacha but she was supposed to change into some old rags.
- Like the ones I am wearing, the granny swiveled around.
Killa felt his face burn and his mouth drop open.
The change was incredible, there must have been magic involved.
To be continued ...
This is the twenty first part of the story.
If you want to read the first part of the story, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 1
To read the second part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 2
To read the third part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 3.
To read the fourth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 4.
To read the fifth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 5.
To read the sixth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 6
To read the seventh part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 7
To read the eight part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 8
To read the ninth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 9
To read the tenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 10
To read the eleventh part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 11
To read the twelth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 12
To read the thirteenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 13
To read the fourteenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 14
To read the fifteenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 15
To read the sixteenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 16
To read the seventeenth part, go to the The Queen With The Frozen Heart 17
If you want to read the eighteenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 18
If you want to read the nineteenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 19
If you want to read the twentieth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 20
What a beautiful idea for a blog series!ReplyDelete
Such a great series. I love all the imagery!ReplyDelete
I loved reading this, the words conjured up images in my mind, perfect writing. The photography is beautiful too, especially of the old woman :)ReplyDelete
Thank you for all of the lovely images! It is always enjoyable to, not only experience another's feelings, but also a country through a strangers eyes. Good luck on your writing endeavors!ReplyDelete
You really need to compile all of your wonderful writings and photos into a big coffee-table book! You're really so talented.ReplyDelete
What a great story. You take some nice pictures as well.ReplyDelete
How interesting and awesome. I'm going to have to check out the other links to read more.ReplyDelete
Love the photos!!!ReplyDelete
Oh the Amazon Jungle- so beautiful! I love the pictures and you make me want to get back to South America soon!ReplyDelete
You absolutely have a way with words that transport the reader to the Amazon. Thank you - looking forward to the next installment!ReplyDelete
Amazing! I would love to visit sometime. Your post almost makes me feel like I just did ;)ReplyDelete
Beautiful pictures to go along with the post :)ReplyDelete
I love these stories! And those pictures are so beautiful! :)ReplyDelete
Lovely pictures, and story! Makes me want to travel.ReplyDelete
Wow. Really good idea having a blog series.ReplyDelete
Ah, infidelity might be one little slip to the person who did it. It never is to the person it was done to.ReplyDelete
I was taken away with your writing, great job! I could see the old woman... just great!ReplyDelete
You have such a way with words... I almost don't need the pictures but they do so much to enhance the visuals in my head.ReplyDelete
You have a wonderful way with words! I love it!ReplyDelete
Great photos, and the story is definitely progressing well.ReplyDelete
Lovely photos and story!ReplyDelete
I wonder what's that magic would be.ReplyDelete
Excellent story and imagery. I really like how you laid this out....ReplyDelete
Love the photos! They do a great job of bringing it to life!ReplyDelete
You have such a beautiful writing style and such gorgeous photos! Thank you once again for a beautifully written piece! :)ReplyDelete
beautifully written, and very inspiring, I agree with others, you need to put all this into an album including your wordsReplyDelete
beautifully written and abrilliant idea for a blog series! I want to back read too...thank you for sharingReplyDelete
Your on 20 already, wow! You are very talented. Love the photo's too!ReplyDelete
Love these posts with your stories, even though I don't always understand them exactly!ReplyDelete
Love your stories and your pictures are always so good.ReplyDelete
You're amazing that you're keeping up stories like this according from your surroundings there. It's beautiful!ReplyDelete
What a beautiful place Ecuador have! So close to Nature!Delete
This series is wonderful, and I love the pictures!ReplyDelete
Beautiful photos! You really captured those people's personalities. Thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
Beautiful photos as always!ReplyDelete
I didn't expect this week's ending! Never underestimate a woman scorned!ReplyDelete
Oh, I wonder what will happen next! Beautiful photos to accompany your postReplyDelete
As always, beautiful photos! You are quite the photographer and storyteller. Can't wait to hear what happens next.ReplyDelete
Love your stories. Such beautiful images in my head.ReplyDelete
I really love the picture with the little girl and the pink flower. Can't wait for the next post.ReplyDelete
I always love reading your stories. You're a great writer.ReplyDelete
You are very narrative and the story is beautifully written, will book mark and read all the other parts.ReplyDelete
Beautifully written and the pictures are wonderful. I really enjoyed reading this post :)ReplyDelete
Such evocative images!ReplyDelete
I hope they get to move on from the betrayal as the sons from another woman are not at fault for their father's mistakes. I like the prose type writing style.ReplyDelete
This story is written very pictorially that one could actually envision the story. Thanks for sharing. It was very interesting and love, love, love the pictures you posted. Have a great weekend.ReplyDelete
I can't wait to see what's next. I really enjoy your pictures as well.ReplyDelete
Ahhhhh, I can't wait until next time!ReplyDelete
Very nice story..lovely photos too. Exciting and looking forward to reading more.ReplyDelete
I wouldn't forget that kind of betrayal easily either. I don't blame her!ReplyDelete
Beautifully written and photos as usual...I can't wait for your next piece!ReplyDelete
With each episode, the story gets stronger and better... Keep it up. Did Killa see his wife transformed? :-)ReplyDelete
What a wonderful series. :) Thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
I love this series! And these pictures are so beautiful.ReplyDelete
I love this story and can't wait to see what happens next. Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
Really interesting photos. A novel idea for a series.ReplyDelete
Thank you for living the adventure and for taking all of us along with you. Some of the pics did not load - but the ones I saw were just timeless. So glad to see the world still holds some traditions and spaces as close to ancient as they can.ReplyDelete
Amazing pictures - so much character in all their faces.ReplyDelete
OK so it seems that I may have to read all the other parts to this story. Very interesting read and love the photos.ReplyDelete
I have to say, I love your story... I keep coming back for more...ReplyDelete
Love the series and the beautiful photography. Really transports the reader!ReplyDelete
love this series xReplyDelete
Beautiful writing! So interesting to read, I love it!ReplyDelete
Your words paint such clear imagery. You are very talented, maybe you should try getting published.ReplyDelete
Wow, I am reading this for the first time and thought it was an ancient myth. Very beautifully written. It reads almost like a sonnet.ReplyDelete
you have a very imaginative mind!
If ever you have soft copies of your writings, i would gladly to have copies too! to read and share it with my readers too! :)
These are such fantastic shots!ReplyDelete
A very interesting blog post .xReplyDelete
Such a great series with lovely photos.ReplyDelete
Such a fab idea and I love the way the beautiful photos punctuate the fabulous words.ReplyDelete
You have quite a way of telling a story. it's almost like poetry!ReplyDelete
Your writing is definitely very poetic. The photos really add to the story as well!ReplyDelete
Such emotive words that really set the sceneReplyDelete
what a poetic way to tell a story! nice photos too! :)ReplyDelete
This is just beautiful! Totally loved the story.ReplyDelete
Really evocative imagery. Great series.ReplyDelete
I love the emotion in your pictures! Very interesting post.ReplyDelete
Can't wait to see what happens next!ReplyDelete
^^^^^I agree I want to know what happens next. Also love your photos!ReplyDelete
So jealous of your writing, what a great installmentReplyDelete
Love the idea, the story and pictures.ReplyDelete
Thanks for linking to #TheList. This one is not really a list or bullet point post though. Can you make sure the next ones you link are the correct format, thank you xReplyDelete
You are creative! Continue to harness your skill and you will soon be famous!ReplyDelete
Hmm... I wonder what happened with the woman? I'm excited to read what happens next. Love your story.ReplyDelete