ACT - I
IRÃ
A long time ago, south of the Amazon River, amidst the diverse leaves of the tropical forest, there existed a brief indigenous civilization entirely devoted to musicality. They lived in harmony with nature; their rivers were clean, the trees grew above the clouds, and the abundantly fertile soil echoed with life.
Irã walked with his feline companion through a grove visibly affected by some destruction that didn't smell natural to him, and the young man's suspicious gaze grew sharper with each step."Hey, you!" shouted a voice behind Irã, a voice unknown to him, never before heard in his life.At the same time as his cat, the boy ran away; an unfamiliar voice meant nothing good to him. Irã had learned from life that:“Unknown voices, especially in such a rude tone, meant pain.” Memories of his cruel childhood as a captive of a people who had wiped out his family in a battle years ago surfaced.With eyes focused like those of a bird of prey looking for some way to escape ahead, Irã leaped toward a tree trunk and, like a black puma, he climbed to the top, thus escaping his pursuer's sight.Irã was not yet fluent in the language he had just heard, but he felt he recognized the sound of those who had once tortured him until he managed to escape with his younger sister.
"Uhuuu! Uhu! UA!" From the top of the tree, his voice echoed like a bird's, warning his current family that danger was approaching. This was Irã's last act before a golden bullet struck his skull, causing him to fall from the top of the tree, breaking his bones as he crashed against the branches, and landing disfigured on the ground. He was then captured by his pursuer, Lord Miera Del Mar."They could make less noise when they die, don't you agree, dear?" the old sadist asked his captive companion, who was bound by strong magical ties."Oui," was the only word the girl, about 17 years old, had learned in the man's language.
In the distance, like a gentle breeze, Irã's voice reached his village, to the ears of his father, who immediately stood up and looked with deep sadness at his wife."Uhu?!" the woman asked."Irã!" replied the father.
Felps Miera