Begged memories
Santiago
He had returned, after a long time, in the land of his birth.
Though centuries had passed, few things had changed.
Under the afternoon sun, under the shadow of the high cathedral of the Gothic Quarter, a beggar, folded on itself, awaited the fulfillment of a cruel fate.
A wealthy man (the smell of money was so poignant ...) approached him and handed a note, whispering in his ear words without compassion.
Memoirs of a faded past reappeared and seemed that the man's face took on his appearance.
After all, perhaps, he was the one who changed, certainly not the world.
Final notes:
Hello! I'm Italian and I decided to translate the drabbles I wrote about the Volturi and I have already published on EFP. As a good Italian and lover of Twilight Saga, I love the Italian clan.
This drabble came back from Barcelona. In any case, given the cryptic, an explanation is in order. I imagined the character who, after returning home, live again, seeing the beggar, his experience when he was still human and when the Volturi, maybe, Aro in person, have enticed him to come into the guard. I hope that now is a little 'clearer.
I don't write for profit and the characters don't belong to me.