THE RITUAL OF PASSING

 Above the sea, the sky was gray shade and wind blowing seaward made the beach to have a look desolate. Because of the clouds, the sun had acquired a strange greenish yellow, giving the few tourists scattered on the beach ghostly appearance. When I saw her, I came to believe my eyes. Although it was cold and people were passing me in search of shells and shells were dressed quite thick, it was the beach. Watching her only her, you never have thought that's the end of September, but after the ease with which, in a bathing suit, trying to capture sunlight, you could imagine in the middle of summer. But if you lift your eyes from the sun and watch her appearance wind blow papers dirty beach groaned Back to reality: it was a cold late September. And although it was far enough away from my road, I felt irresistibly drawn to the open spot color that sheet they made the wet sand.

The resort was mostly empty, populated by ghostly figures, strange and running out of money like me, taking advantage of discounts on the season ... Three days haunt beach without having the courage to get naked and beat me even thought fucking ticket to give my employer offered generous and go home where I was still single, but at least there was so much hotter ... and without rheumatic babe around me to show off the beauty of time passing devastated if my Who knows what I was Prince Charming.

There was something really special about this girl and did not deserve to miss the opportunity. She had a gorgeous body and a tiny orange swimsuit trying in vain to hide voluptuous curves. Came near her, I could go on or to stop and try to get the word. To ask why? "Are not you cold?" Or, "I want to take a bath?" Words that I have found the more ridiculous the more I got to see as I approached the book you read: Philosophy Alchemy . And all the sheet, another stack of books that I was able to decipher the title than one: rite of passage.

Admit I was not very smart figure standing spit in the face sheet and desperately trying to find a phrase

to show that they are not quite as stupid as they look. My shadow pale stopped the book they read, so that a later mind me and looked at me.

- I went to the terrace, I showed myself to building on the edge of the beach, and I thought that maybe when you get you get back a tea or coffee to warm up.

- I'm cold, shook her head ransacking his reddish curls, but when you come back to me a dark beer. The box, added she sank back into reading.

I dragged perplexed by wet sand on the beach up to the terrace where we hope to find the black beer, willy-nilly, I was forced to look for. For a moment it occurred to me the idea to go to drink a coffee and then taking advantage of the fact that I was no longer in its visual range, to disappear. But be thought that might meet her again or correctness gene which lifelong made me get into more trouble, I called the waitress to approach and to ask:

- A black coffee and a beer, please!

Only you brought me coffee and bottle of dark beer I remembered explicit formulation: a porter in the box. When I asked this woman looked at me with pity:

- Not the box factory porter, sir. Or at least I did not hear.

- But ... well ... I felt lost myself, I promised a friend that I'm a beer black.

- Your friend, the waitress said, looking significantly to the beach every day someone sends dark beer after the box. My answer is the same: no porter at the box factory.
Friends who know me can testify that shine with intelligence and yet, sometimes, rarely, more often than I would have liked, I many a start, one spark and light gray monotony of an entire year. How was the idea that came to me at the moment.

- Well, then, that empty beer glass in a box and I'm like him ...

Malicious smile with me your advice waitress made me feel like a little Alexander who finally solved the Gordian knot.

We crossed and the beach to the beer girl having carefully as a trophy price. When we arrived, the girl gave up her philosophy of alchemy and foliage now another book: "rite of passage"
He took the beer, thanked me without looking that observed substitution made by me and beckoned me to sit beside. He drank a sip of beer and then said:

- You know what I wonder? Here! I found this book in a bookstore in town. Has more than one hundred years old and the man who wrote it even thinks that everything he said here is true. For example are given a lot of ways, using simple rites of passage, can call spirits, monsters, jinn, ghosts and all that's your heart wants to go into the world to fulfill your every desire ... Perhaps the author has only to give voice to specific superstitions's time ...

He paused, he took a sip of beer, looked at me and huge green eyes and asked:

- But if it's true? You have the courage to try?

I looked around. Tourists are clearing a lonely later that summer is over and it would not be another until next year. So I had gone to cheap hotels where lodge, leaving us alone on November 2 whole beach. I looked her straight in the face. Drink beer still in box with small sips curious looking at me waiting for my response. I had an instant feeling that my Biology teacher revisit the insensitive on an insect just put to the insectarium. Startled insects on us kids impressed us most, for it did not exist I shrugged trilling to me because now I felt insect.

- Do not think I have courage ... It may be only a superstition, so whatever. But if it's true? If there is any chance to still be true? You have the courage to let go of one like this in the world? and I showed the clip of the cover where a giant monster and green sea rise from their huge wings as if trying to cover the world with them.

- The idea seems tempting, is not it? Especially when you know that you have mastered it, smiled plan temptation.

He remained with eyes fixed to off as if they have already seen huge slave emerging from the sea.

- I read it carefully tonight and I'll tell you more when we meet again ... and started to rush things with gestures gather the sheet. We drove to the hotel, helping to bring books. In parting he said:

- My name is Lisa. I look tomorrow at ten. I'd be curious to try, however, a rite of passage. And that it takes two ... she smiled mysteriously leaving me puzzled in the lobby.
I went to boarding confused where I rented a room for one week. In room: wardrobe, a nightstand and a bed where I sat and staring at the ceiling, I began to think of Lisa. I wonder what he meant by "we must try a rite of passage"? Think of it I fell asleep and I dreamed all night with my hand going through a maze. Although not seen labyrinth, as often happens in dreams, I knew that awaits us at the end of a bed in which a am already late. The target looked into her eyes large, green-gold, I began to undress but suddenly, her skin white and smooth erupted leaving thousands of places to see as it scales a monster in its ugliness, Lisa features carefully preserved.
- Come, I whispered her, I need you to ... He said something but I did not understand why because the bed was on fire and we both fell into an abyss from which I could only phone ringer off.
- Do not forget to come today, ten! whispered a voice that sensual, in the end, I recognized her as Lisa. I wanted to say something, but she already had the handset.

I looked confused at his watch. It was nine in the morning. Slept almost twelve hours, which is not ever happened to me. Way through the maze Lisa still seemed so real, that I got up out of bed searching the high walls and gray eyes that labyrinth of strange signs and symbols saying something in a language I did not want to know.

I fell dizzy poor dining building, I drank hot tea and ate bread and butter with butter and jam thinking whether to go or not meeting with Lisa. An inner voice told me that the best thing I could do was to climb back into the closet to get my suitcase and catch the first train home, forget about Lisa and her rites of passage. "But if I'm a little devil whispering naughty in my mind, all this is only a game designed to banish boredom and bring us closer."

- I hope close enough that worthwhile! I muttered frowning I'm the bread with jam.
Heart gripped by a feeling gloomy but at the same time, I feel that something mysterious and forbidden, I went to Lisa's hotel. I wait in the lobby and when I saw his eyes clear and bright, I said that undoubtedly nightmare last night due grandma stories that scared me as a child.
I took the hand with visible impatience:

- We? it prompted me excited that, without want, I need a thrill. Have book under his arm and a small bag that gave it to me to take her. When I left her hand along the deserted beach, I felt entering a mysterious and enchanted realm where nothing was impossible. I went further than usual and we stopped in the middle of rocks we feared from prying eyes. The waves were bigger and gray this morning and the light filtered through the water seemed a huge aquarium that hangs over us and takes the place of heaven. A hasty movements spread sheet but it was much colder than yesterday, never stripped swimsuit, but it has lasted so dressed.

- Come to me, she called me in a voice suddenly hoarse. I sat next to her and then, with a feline movement, leaned over me:

-They do? he asked with a persuasive voice. Here we see one ...
It sent a shiver short and I gave her my arms but she shook outraged:

- I'm talking about a rite of passage. What do you think?

I mumbled something about how cold it is and that we should warm up before
begin serious.

- I know a safer way to it, she said and took out a thermos of hot tea bag.

- And tea? I'm outraged. Oceans drank tea in this holiday.

- Mine is the rum she smiled maliciously. So you will warm precisely. I drank a glass grimacing me tea then pouted as she went to the seaside.

- Look at this one to do it! showed it to a private place on the beach. He opened the book and showed me a drawing of a primitive altar made of stones.

- Look! That should show. I'm going to draw the outline, and you bring the stones ...
 So I'm back with stones, she already drawn contour model sacred precincts of the book. We both started

to build small altar. Should have the shape of a circle with a diameter of two meters and a height of 20-30 inches, or as a three four stacked boulders. In fact this was all our problem. Because the rocks were wet and slippery always, all our anguish seemed kind of labor of Sisyphus, of course keeping the proportions.

- We should have to do a little lime mortar, I came up with an idea, hoping to
postponed until tomorrow, or, anyway, later our work.

- It's best to use mortar, I contradicted it. The book says that the stones must stay in balance without any glue ...

- Supported only by faith, perhaps ... I'm angry grunt, but she did not hear me.
Finally, when our construction began worrying much resemble the drawing in the book, Lisa took out a sort of amulet bag and, using three sticks, he cobbled together a tripod and hung it in a delicate balance above the altar.

I still think that it is just a pretext to delay a fad to use the sheet that I hope. But Lisa seem determined to lead the ceremony in the book to the end. I sat at the entrance to the small sacred site, the position of high priest probably, and she entered the circle and facing the sea, began to read the book incantation to her pagan god. A read and reread again and again, without a noticeable effect, while I'm behind her, my eyes wandering over her body, I was wondering when you finish with this stupid game.

In a later bending her shoulders is impossible to overcome and turned to me.

- Do not go! she whispered off. Something I did not like the ritual wrote ... And there is a page that I think were missing essential things ...

- I think the two that made this spell supposed to have sex before I tried to bring the discussion to the point that interested me. Just so as to empty the mind of sins of the flesh, seeing I added the spark angry eyes.

- Do not you understand anything? By my incantation I should call him from the depths of the sea on Odkinn ... And as it says in the book thing, for us to switching can be done only once every 11 years fixed ... on September 21 He should have ... in our world and I go to become bride ... and then goddess ...

He threw the book went mad in the sand and reverting to drape. So beautiful and so crazy!
Once finished our trip into the realm of the gods, Lisa became something more prosaic and walked sulk in the bag, removing and setting a frugal meal. We ate in silence. It depressed and frustrated me. How little hope for remaining sex, I honestly allowed to become worse:
- Let your god damn marine and think that even 11 years would be married and a
lot of children will not have time for it ...

He turned back to me, not put me into consideration. How cold wind started to
penetrate through thin clothes day it seemed like finally and irreparably compromised, I began to get cocky, thinking that all I have to lose. I took a can of sardines that there were still some debris and I said sarcastically:

- If your god Marine have not attracted your magic incantations, let's see if the smell of
Fish will not tempt him more .... and pulling the lid, we reversed the remaining sardines in the middle of the altar.

- Do not do it! Lisa screamed at me.

Looking at it I felt sharp lid of the box I enter the palm and a few drops of blood fell upon the sand of the altar.

Suddenly I felt something change: Amulet of the tip sticks suddenly began to pulsate as if they were alive and fake rubies shine caught a cold.

- That's it! Lisa jumped suddenly revived. Sure! That was, of blood sacrifice. Without this ritual does not work ...

He took it down and started to recite as in a trance. At first words, somewhere at sea,
above the clouds, distant thunder started to weave a dense mesh above the sea. Strange noises arose from the depths and beach sand seemed to boil.

- Come to me, I called Lisa excited. Come and take the amulet! You have to keep both. Just write here ...

- Lisa, I do not know if you do ... well I'm stems.

- Come on! She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the fragile circle of rocks.
Grab amulet ...

I reached out trembling and my eyes fled to the high seas in waters where huge pair of wings standing to break cover world.

- Lisa, look! I showed him the great and terrible all at once, I began to tremble.
He also threw a glance and his eyes became bright:

- Merge ... must continue ...

I looked at her aghast. It was crazy ... Beautiful, but so crazy ... I caught her by the shoulders and I turned her face towards me:

- Lisa, come on! You must not do that!

Was fallen into a trance. Her gaze was fixed and two abyss pupils seemed dark.

- Must ... she murmured. Must ... a unique opportunity ... every 11 years, you do not understand? ...

I said nothing but I shook it firmly by the shoulders, trying to do to recover.
The book has escaped from his hands and hit the falling boulders crushed the amulet that ...

He flinched sorrowful gaze at the amulet fragments:

- Bastard! ... You did it on purpose ...

- Lisa, I did not ... I did not deny myself, but from the sea there came a thud, as if a huge body would suddenly immersed in water ...

I looked in there. Monster wings no longer buttermilk and a strange silence had descended over the beach, interrupted only by crying Lisa. Crying with long sighs, as issued by a spell.

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