—Wow! Over? They're a lot. Congratulations! I'll want them all.
—Thank you. It's almost three years of dedication and I'm very proud of it. In a while, the difficulties were so many that I gave up. Now I am determined to persevere in the way. Wish me luck.
—Of course. From what I see, you have a lot of talent. Do not rush. Your time will come.
—Amen!
—And what about the love? I do not see you with anyone.
—I don't even want to talk about that. This is a callous in my life. Despite being beautiful, hot, intelligent, loving and caring I do not receive reciprocal from anyone. Nowadays it is very complicated to love so much that I have already lost hope. If there is a light at the end of the tunnel, I do not know. Maybe one day.
—Who knows? I've known you all along. You're a really nice guy. You certainly deserve to be happy. I'll always be cheering.
— Thank you very much.
Without realizing it, tears flow over the suffered face by the seer, the most respected guy in the world. Talking about it made him very ill because of unpleasant circumstances not worth to remembering. André realizes this, an uneasy silence hangs between them, and the journey continues. The moment had to be respected.
Going forward, our two friends advance on the busy highway BR 232. On the way, they pass by the Climério site, Novo Cajueiro, Ipanema and Canaã. They do not return to the embarrassing subject because it represented "the wounded marks" of the illustrious dreamer. It needed time and patience so they could get more answers. Meanwhile, it was up to them to fulfill their role in the unfolding of the plot. What would become of them? What did destiny point to in the future in relation to your expectations? What reaction could this entail? The many unanswered questions seemed to foresee a hidden, mysterious, undefined, yet comforting side. Whatever it was, they were fully prepared. At least that is how they felt.
On the one hand was a married man, father of three beautiful children and a dedicated wife. His goal was to consolidate their relationship and stay alive. On the other side was the cave boy, single, employed, writer, almost accomplished, with a consolidated family and his own ethical values. Among his many aspirations were a marriage to someone legal, to be on his professional side, to pass on a good message to the universe in order to conquer the world. The promise of the superior spirits is out in a moment when nothing was right. This time is called the dark night, a time when the human being disconnects from God and thinks only of his vanities. Fortunately, this period passed and by a miracle our idol was saved. The merits of this fact are unique to his father, Yahweh, who through his angel touched the heart of this suffering man causing him to reconsider an important decision. It was only for very little that he had not fallen into a deep, dark pit. Thanks to this miracle, he promised to change and he found in his spiritual father the support needed to find a new path. He is now very happy with his work, with his family, and with himself. He did not have everything, but whatever came was credited as a promise. Faith, a small word, but with an incredible power of change. So were the days of these special characters.
Specifically, on the trip, they are already approaching the Pesqueira center. The conversation is resumed on general subjects with the intention of distraction. The atmosphere is good with plenty of expectations. André would find distant relatives and the son of God would go to an event commemorating that important day for Brazilians. About to mark history in their trajectories, both prepared mentally and spiritually with purpose to find answers, to learn and to experience new experiences. It was time to change the routine and embark on an unforgettable adventure. They would be kept in a special little corner of the heart of readers scattered all over the world. No matter what role they play, big or small. As they say in slang, they would "Cause".
Encouraged by this possibility, the car's march is accelerated and then they can already glimpse "The Rough Princess". The Pesqueira of all of us was a pleasant, historic city, home to an intellectualized, hard-working people, yet suffered much hope for a better future. One of these illustrious children was a young man published in various countries who preached love, freedom, tolerance, equality, peace, harmony, cooperation, charity, simplicity and forgiveness. It was a challenge to live in a world so different from his conception. However, challenges were made to be overcome.
A few minutes later, they already have access to the central, first Pesqueira district. The opportunity makes the seer remember his trajectory just when he was making this journey every day in search of fulfilling his public function. Good times those! For almost four years, he served administrative duties at Christ the King College assisted by helpful co-workers. His departure from this establishment was due to approval in another public function better remunerated. Although he never forgot his origins, it was the best decision in terms of personal need. As the saying goes, absolutely nothing is forever. The Seer would continue to search for more experiences in every way. Crossing the central, revisiting places, passing through the center they go against the main point of the city, the Plaza Dom José Lopes. There, it's the farewell place between the two friends and Andre would go his own way. Now the son of God mingles with the crowd, coming closer to the main stage of the party. There is a presentation of Toré, typical dance of the Xukuru Indians. Divinha had never witnessed such a peculiar and folkloric spectacle. He concentrates so hard he barely notices it when someone touches his back. Turning back, what a surprise to see two old friends. After the complimentary kisses and hugs, they begin to communicate with each other.
— My God! What a surprise. What are you doing here, my dear friends? (Aldivan)
— We came to the solemnity and to meet a friend. (Reported Messiah)
— I'm glad we had this award from God. How have you been, Son of God? (Emanuel)
—Well, in my usual routine. I'm taking more care of the trucks. (Divinha)
—I know. I also do not forget that fateful day. The unpleasant fact served to unite us and to initiate the series "Children of the light". Nothing is by chance in this world. (Emanuel observed)
— It is true. Do you appreciate indigenous art? (The son of God)
—Yes, a lot. I have several friends in the area and the main one is here in this presentation. Look, that tall, thin old man located in the center of the stage - Pointing with a finger to the man (Messiah)
The man smiles. He recognizes the old schoolmate in the crowd. But who were the two young men who accompanied him? He felt a strong vibration and protection in them. Earth spirits try to communicate by predicting something. However, everything is very confusing. It would be best to wait until the end of the presentation to close your doubts or even increase them.
—I know, I saw it. It's a very interesting guy. It will be a pleasure to meet him. (The Seer)
—You will not regret. He is dope. (Messiah)
—Dope? Do you know anything about Emanuel? (Divinha)
— I'm more lost than you, because I do not know him either. In fact, I did not even know of his existence. Suddenly, my father had this idea to come to Pesqueira and rescue this story. To conclude, destiny united us again. (Emanuel)
— I know. I'm putting things together: Indian day, the three of us gathered here and a mysterious stranger to know. It could be what was missing for a new story. Am I right, master? (Aldivan)
— Maybe. The presentation looks beautiful, does not it? (Messiah responded trying to dislodge)
— Yes. (Little Dreamer)
—It's all beautiful. (Emanuel)
Aldivan does not require explanations. Something he had learned from himself was to be patient and recognize the moment of each thing. Simply the best was to be enchanted by the rhythmic movements of the artistic group. The future was still something to be built and required time and dedication.
The trio takes advantage of every moment of that magical