A Journal From Another's Eyes

At the end of this trip, Kenai decided to stay with Koda, me and the other bears. Denahi, his blood brother, was understanding. More understanding than any of us had ever imagined and accepted Kenai's decision with great maturity.

Really admirable from a boy who had lived so much into so little. I guess just knowing he was alive was a lot for him ... the fact is that Denahi and I found each other more similar than I thought and we were able to communicate albeit in a very short way thanks to the shaman of their people,Tanana.

A mysterious woman, with calm and gentle tones, exactly like a wave that breaks on the frozen sand and retreats into the sea. I have no doubt that she predicted that Kenai, Koda and I would meet.

She did not give me time to introduce myself, because she already knew my name and what was in my heart: and she described it as great and in that moment throbbing with love, even though there were large scars on it werewhat honored me ... ...or so she said.

Bizarre ...

The first thing the Denahi did was apologize to me, but I reassured him that it was now in the past and that I didn't hold a grudge.Kenai and Denahi had exchanged a solemn promise: the latter promised that he would pass on his brother's story.

A tormented story, but with a happy ending, a rediscovered family, a heart overflowing with joy and a story that would entertain generations.A story of change, of broken hearts and sacrifice ... but a story that had love as its undisputed protagonist.A lost love that I thought I would never feel again, but that with my new home I now feel every day.Every effort is rewarded by a smile from Koda, or a joke from Kenai.A story of three broken beings who found each other in the vastness of the world, of life, and will never let themselves go because they are now linked. Linked by invisible but indestructible bonds.

A story of a boy, an animal, a betrayal ... but a forgiveness as big as heaven.A story of responsibility, death, rebirth.The story of a young man who became a man by becoming a bear.A story that would remain in the memory of all those present at the ceremony that bears and men were waiting for.

A rite of maturity, I imagine, in which Kenai will finally leave his mark on the cave wall. As I sit next to Koda I watch Kenai cross the aisle. Happy, complete gaze while looking for our easily identifiable gaze in the crowd. Koda jumps to get his attention, I signal him to be proud of him.It is his own brother who dips his paw in the paint, and once Kenai releases it, a clear print of a bear's paw stands out among all the others.And just like that, Kenai is a man and at the same time he is not.

Koda doesn't hold back and jumps up to Kenai dragging me with him. I nudge Kenai affectionately on the shoulder, who responds to the loving provocation with a light paw on the shoulder to which I respond with a laugh. Koda jumps on Kenai's outstretched paw, who hugs him by bending his head up to him and immediately jumping to hug me.

I hook my muzzle to the cub's shoulder and cuddle him between his ears as the crowd cheers for Kenai.

They taught me something.

Someone can be strong on their own, sure. Everyone can be the scariest and most intimidating being on the face of the earth ... but they can be even stronger just by having a brother next to them.

As of today, I know.

The spirits have blessed me. Because if not, I'd still be on my bleak island wondering why I'm in the world. what is my purpose, what is my reason for being here.

My reasons are two.

My guiding stars.

My sources of light,those who make me happy.

The thing that makes me feel strong every day, every hour.

Simply and uniquely,those who made me understand why I had been on my way for so long.

Their names are Kenai and Koda.

And they are my brothers.

The end