The Guardians Of Desires
Massimo Longo
Maria Grazia Gullo
The world into which Elio escapes might not be entirely figment of his imagination, but rather a web that was weaved around him. During a holiday in the countryside, he will have the chance to meet a Sentinel that will reveal the truth to him. Alongside a funny group of friends, both real and imaginary, he will fight in order to gain back his freedom. The adventures of this kid will make you become acquainted with Demons, Sentinels, Shadows, Bosowes, magic lullabies, and you will travel around the world using traffic lights, walking around baobab trees or flying inside an ice ball.
Maria Grazia Gullo - Massimo Longo
The guardians of desires
The demon of oblivion
Translated by Laura Jurinich
Copyright © 2019 M.G. Gullo – M. Longo
The cover image and the graphics were created and edited by Massimo Longo
All rights reserved
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Table of Contents
Prologue
"Everything will be alright, you're a big boy now...Go back and play with the other kids. We'll meet each other again, I promise!"
The kid watched him with teary eyes as he was walking away; him, the one person who had been playing with him since forever.
The kid ran back towards the rides in the sunny park, where he went back playing with the other children of the neighbourhood, as the memory of his imaginary friend was already fading away slowly.
After making his way among the other kids, he could finally get on the slide finally. He didn't waste any second and he started slipping down the slide, pushing as hard as he could. He didn't even get to slide until the end, when he saw a little blonde girl run sneak away from her mother and run towards his feet. He did not manage to slow down and hit her violently.
The little girl lost her balance and hit her head on the concrete edge of the slide.
He tried to reach the little girl and make sure that she was okay, but he got unkindly pulled away by her mother, who came at her aid. All of a sudden, a crow of grandparents and mothers gathered around the poor little girl.
As he was trying to crawl his away from the adults' legs, he only could only hear
that she had fainted. "Somebody call an ambulance!"
With that voice fiercely echoing in his ears, fears began assailing him. He ran towards the woods at the rear of the park.
Suddenly, everything around him became dark. A cold wind was carrying strange noises. Unknown verses started echoing together with the chattering of the parents in the park. They were coming from behind a group of trees, from which a long shadow was revealing itself. Then, that voice that was propagating from different directions became more and more insistent. He was reaching out to him more and more, until he had the feeling it was whispering in his ears:
"Damnabilis ies iom, mirdo cavus mirdo, cessa verunt ies iom, mirdo oblivio ement, mors damnabils ies iom, ospes araneus ies iom…"
He put his head in his hands to muffle the sound, but it was useless. He dropped to his knees and he closed his eyes...
"Damnabilis ies iom, mirdo cavus mirdo, cessa verunt ies iom, mirdo oblivio ement, mors damnabils ies iom, ospes araneus ies iom…"
First Chapter
He's so elusive when I try hugging him...
"Elio, Elio, come over! Help me with the groceries before the storm comes, please."
Elio was staying still in his brand new shoes and was staring at his mother, who was relentlessly juggling all her errands.
"Elio! Don't just stand there! Take this!" She shook him up and put a big bag full of vegetables in his arms.
Elio was not willing to do anything else. He climbed up the outer steps of the building, turned around and pushed the door open. He began staring at that unbearable red flicking light of the lift. Then, he gave up on waiting, and walked up the stairs to his flat. He placed the groceries on the kitchen table and walked straight into his bedroom to listen to some music on his bed.
Just long enough to go upstairs and his mother tiredly went look for him.
She stood at the door yelling: "What are you doing? We aren't finished yet, come and help me!".
"Yeah, on my way..." replied Elio without moving. He actually just wanted to get rid of her.
Giulia walked away, hoping that this time it would be different. She was hopeless. She was struggling to encourage her own son, who was becoming more and more indifferent.
From the entrance, he could hear the clear steps of his sister that was calling his name with cheerful voice. "Elio! Elio! Move your butt away from the bed and help mum. She's waiting for you downstairs." she yelled knowing that it was going to be in vain.
Elio did not move a single inch. Instead, he turned up the volume of the music and kept staring at the ceiling, as if nothing was happening
Giulia, who was more exhausted from the argument with her son than from the fatigue, ended up unloading the groceries with her daughter, Gaia. As she was walking up the stairs of their five-story building, where the lift seemed to be out of order every other day (and ironically, it always seemed to be not working every time she had to take groceries upstairs), she kept thinking about Elio. The building was painted white and orange, just like every other council estate of Gialingua, the neighbourhood where they were living. Twenty families lived in that estate, distributed in twenty flats facing on the opposite sides of the building itself.
"This is the last time you are doing this!" she yelled at him from the kitchen. "We'll fix this as soon as your father gets home!"
Elio was not even listening to her as he was immersed in that monotonous music. Nothing and no one would shake the feelings of boredom and paranoia that were surrounding him. His dull world was like a shelter to him. That was his personality and the world had to get over it.
Gaia was totally different: she was fifteen years old, with bright eyes and short black hair. Twenty-four hours were not enough for her to keep up with all her interests.
Giulia was a dynamic woman too. But, as opposed to her daughter, she had blonde curly hair, was a bit overweight but was quick and determined. She was the classic forty-two-year-old mother: always on a tight schedule trying to maintain a balance between work and family.
It was dinner time. However, no noises could be heard from Elio's bedroom. In fact, he had not moved since he ran towards his bed and put his headphones on.
He heard the sound of a key in the front door lock. At the same moment, with the door still semi-closed, Giulia's angry voice was already raging on her husband:
"We cannot keep doing this!"
"Honey, let me get into the house first..."
Giulia kissed her husband and went back to complaining.
"It's about Elio, isn't it?" he sounded rather resigned when asking.
"Yes, it is him." replied Giulia.
In the meantime, Carlo took out of his bag a food container that he was going to leave in the kitchen. Then, he was going to put his briefcase into the wardrobe. Inside the briefcase, he would always keep a spare t-shirt because of the heatwave that was striking the region that May.
He was a kind, forty-two-year-old, tall and thin man. His hair had completely gone grey, but once it was like his daughter's. His tapered face was hollowed; on his aquiline nose he was always wearing his round metal glasses.
"Can we talk about it later?" he kindly asked his wife, hoping that she would distress.
"Yeah, you're right honey." she replied, but she kept on complaining until dinner was served.
Luckily, Gaia could not stop talking about her day, looking at her little disappointments in a positive light.
Giulia had just finished setting the table when she said:
"Call in Elio."
"It's pointless and you know it." she replied. "You know that he's not gonna move an inch unless dad calls him..."
Giulia, then turned to her husband:
"He's been in that room since I drove him back home from school. He's getting worse."
"Didn't we say that he was going to come back on his own from this moment on?"
"I was in that area...I was doing groceries..."
"You always make up excuses to protect him, but then you complain about his behaviour!"
Carlo was shaking his head as a sign of disapproval. Then, he got off the couch and went to the kid's room.
He entered the bedroom without knocking and found Elio exactly in the same spot where Giulia had left him. His was staring with dead eyes to the ceiling, was still wearing his white Wi-Fi headphones, and had not even taken his shoes off.
Carlo could not believe that he was the same boy he would always go for a bike ride with. Now he was sixteen years old, was as tall as him, and his green eyes were still beautiful, but they seemed as if they were dead. In the last couple of years, he had been suffering from depression. Carlo had not heard his laughter in such a long time that he had forgotten how it sounded like. He was feeling sorry that he could not spend as much time as before with him. However, he doubted that, as of now, his attention would be appreciated.
Unfortunately, many years prior to that, Carlo had lost his job following the financial crisis. Following an increase in earnings, the company was relocated abroad, like many others.
Carlo struggled to find a new job. At the end, he was offered a position in a different city. Every day he had to cover a great distance and change several means of transportation, which caused him to be away from his family for most of the day. He would come back home so tired that he would be absent-minded. After dinner, he would lie down on couch and inevitably fall asleep despite his attempts to keep his eyes open.
Carlo hinted that Elio should take his headphones off. Elio agreed with him just to avoid being scolded.
"It's dinner time. Come and eat." He ordered. "Your mother said you've been stuck in here since 4 pm!"
Elio got up from the bed, and with his eyes on the ground, walked past his father. Then he walked towards the kitchen, without even making an effort with his father.
Gaia was already sitting at the table that she had just prepared, and was texting her friends and making plans with them.
Elio sat in front of his sister. Yet, he did not speak a single word to her throughout the whole dinner.
