Alejandro-story

Chapter 1. Lanzarote.

Peter and Jane met in London when they were both 18. They had gone to study their respective degrees to England after living in the Canaries where they were born. Moreover, they also had in common that their mothers were English and they shared the same passion: the research of ancient pre-Hispanic cultures, especially those relating to their homeland. He made architecture and she graduated in history. When Jane told Peter about new findings on Aboriginal canaries that she had read in a book by Alberto Vazquez Figueroa neither hesitated to go to Lanzarote to meet with the author. Peter thought he could not refuse a great opportunity; to share their life experiences in this area and otherwise to know more about to the woman who he had always liked since he was eighteen

Alejandro: Main Body - From the beggining of the mission until they find the cave

And there it was, mostly hidden by branches and stones, what it looked like to be a secret gate. Clearing the entrance, Jane and Peter managed to open the wrecked wooden door. After a second of doubt, they finally decided to come in and investigate a little further. Once they were inside the cave, they found nothing but an immense pitch dark. The darkness was thick and smothering. They only things they could feel inside that lightless cage were a slight breeze on their cheeks and the salted water’s scent. Peter grabbed a flashlight from his backpack and its blinding spark illuminated the room. They had a quick look around, still adapting their eyes to the white light. It happened to be a sort of stone passage-way with no end at first sight. The only way to know if there was any was keep walking through and not thinking about how dangerous would it be. Ten minutes later, they saw a glimpse of sunlight at the end of the tunnel. The ocean’s smell was stronger and they could even hear the waves crashing abruptly against the rocks. Rushing their march, they reached the exit right away. The picture was unbelievable. A wide, wild beach standing in front of their eyes. White sand reflecting the sunlight as if it was a mirror. Crystalline, clear water brave on the horizon, soft and tender caressing the shore. Peter and Jane wandered around for a while, acknowledging the beauty of the sight, and then there it was: the woman’s shape monolith surrounded by sharpened rocks which Vazquez called “Tara”. If the legend was true, the crown was kept inside. They got a little bit closer and the tiny emerald sparks confirmed what their quest hadn’t been a waste of time. Guayarmina’s Crown was there, even more beautiful than what they’d expected to. Peter took the hammer he brought; he hitted Tara’s belly with a single, delicate but strong shot. A blinding green light was released and they blackout. No one saw Peter and Jane anymore. No reports were sent and their memoirs vanished into thin air. The only thing left was the urban legend of two people who got caught by the olivine’s light.
 * Chapter 3. The mysterious gate. **
 * Chapter 4. The green light. **