Fragmento de "Nuestro nombre es Alma" (Our name is Alma)

Nuestro nombre es Alma - Obra original en español de @par_de_2_escritores

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El-Alma’s curse. Akane’s story.

In a hidden temple, surrounded by ancient forests and ethereal fog, lived a beautiful miko priestess named Akane, serene in her beauty, her gaze reflecting the wisdom of many centuries. She had a daughter: a girl whose hair was as black as a crow’s wing, her laughter crystal clear. She was the light of Akane’s days and nights. But a spirit, jealous of such happiness, slid in the form of an icy whisper and claimed the child, leaving behind the silence of a tomb.

Akane, consumed by sadness and guilt, descended into madness. Her heart, torn apart by her failure to save her, yearned with every fiber of her being for her daughter’s resurrection. In her despair, she appealed to an ancient force: to the pain of mothers who had lost their children, to the sorrow of women who had buried a loved one. A primal power, as vast as the universe itself, arose to answer her plea.
Her search led her to seek out women of all ages and origins. That power flowed through them and into Akane like an immense torrent: the energy of motherhood, loss, and hope.

But it was too vast and overwhelming for a single being to contain.
As Akane absorbed that energy, the balance began to fracture. The power of creation and life vanished. Women ceased to be born, and the earth, once vibrant and fertile, turned sterile and lifeless, stripped of its power to reproduce. The world teetered on the edge of the abyss—and then, she ceased to be Akane. She emerged… Her.

El-Alma

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In this corrupted world, where the shadow of that curse spread like a stain of oil over water, women began to vanish. They were barely born, nor did they grow; they neither lived nor laughed. The land became sterile, and without them, hope died.

The few who resisted were treated as objects—enslaved, raped, and forced to procreate. Their bodies became mere fields to be tilled, where seeds of life were planted, but never of love. In that terrible society, all that mattered was the number of children they could bear for the landowner who had claimed them; once they had given birth, he cast them aside to the filthiest of barracks.

Our world became savage, brutal, and desolate. Deprived of the softness and compassion women once brought to every act, men turned into uncontrollable, soulless beasts. Step by step, in a land inhospitable and devastated, survival became the only law, and hope seemed lost.

Yet, at the end of that dark tunnel, a flame of resistance and struggle still burned.

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The library held dead and forgotten books, as well as others from different worlds—books that should never have existed. Among these ancient texts, some as old as the world itself, there were mentions of El-Alma, who wandered lost and alone through the universe. Generations of miko priestesses inherited this ancient wisdom and repeatedly attempted to undo the damage, but to no avail. In the end, the few survivors tried to perform a complex ritual to extract and neutralize El-Alma’s boundless power.

But a young priestess, consumed by fear and darkness, was corrupted by its influence. She attacked her fellow priestesses and seized the vessel meant to receive the spirit’s power. Her former sisters pursued her, hunted her down, and eventually caught her. In their struggle, the power split into three fragments, which scattered across the world.

Like sparks from broken souls, they wandered through existence until they found three kindred spirits, themselves shattered by pain: three women called to reunite and repair the damage. Their mission: to find one another, reunite the power, and restore the balance of the world. The destiny of humankind depended on them, on the strength of their hearts to heal the wounds of the past and bring life back to an agonizing world.

Yet, they would not be alone in this war.

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La maldición de El-Alma. Historia de Akane

En un recóndito templo, rodeado de bosques milenarios y brumas etéreas, vivía una hermosa sacerdotisa miko llamada Akane, de belleza serena y mirada que reflejaba la sabiduría de siglos. Tenía una hija: una niña de cabellos negros como el ala de un cuervo y risa cristalina. Era la luz de sus días y de sus noches. Pero un espíritu, celoso de tanta felicidad, se deslizó en forma de susurro gélido y le arrebató a la niña, dejando tras de sí el silencio de la tumba.

Akane, consumida por la tristeza y la culpa, enloqueció. Su corazón, desgarrado por no haber podido salvarla, anhelaba la resurrección de su hija con cada fibra de su ser. En su desesperación, apeló a una fuerza ancestral: al dolor de las madres que habían perdido a sus hijos, a la pena de las mujeres que habían enterrado un amor. Un poder primigenio, vasto como el universo, se alzó para responder a su súplica. Su búsqueda la llevó a recurrir a mujeres de todas las edades y procedencias. A través de ellas, ese poder fluyó hacia Akane como un torrente inmenso y caudaloso: la energía de la maternidad, la pérdida y la esperanza.

Pero era demasiado grande y abrumador para que un solo ser lo contuviese. A medida que Akane absorbía esa energía, el equilibrio se quebraba. El poder de la creación y de la vida se desvaneció. Las mujeres dejaron de nacer y la tierra, antes fértil y vibrante, se volvió estéril, inerte, despojada de la fuerza de la reproducción. El mundo se tambaleaba al borde del abismo y, entonces, dejó de ser Akane. Surgió… Ella.