Chapter 1.

Kiarra.

¿How can we tell the reason to act contradictorily? ¿How can we ask goodness not to be corrupted? ¿Is there anything that can make us feel we've arrived at the right place and at the wrong place at the same time...?

In Whistler, things are always happening at any time of day. It's not that crime dominates it entirely, but that there are damaged people who inhabit the land of kings, because long before it was known as Whistler, it used to be called the Kingdom of Tox...

Anyone who has heard of the enormous legends that inhabited that kingdom knows the magnitude and importance of its history, because the present is not the same as the past. 

There is a line that divides them, a forest that will always remain there, ready to reach new limits and hide new decisions. But every limit needs an ace up its sleeve, a dividing point that not only sounds perfect, but is so perfect that it cannot be rejected. But if you look at it too long, you will end up infected.

If there's one thing that has changed the past and the present, it's the knowledge we have of the inexplicable, the barriers we've crossed, the sound that, no matter how loud it seems, hasn't changed...

Because there's also peace in letting go of what no longer serves you, even if you've loved it for a long time; Sometimes you keep holding on to something you know is bad for you, but it feels good…

Just imagine opening your hands and suddenly, in a gust of wind, you stop doing that. Don't resist, just let go, leave it. You can't hold on to your emotional mirror because it didn't come to stay; it came to show you everything that hadn't yet healed: your fears, your emptiness, the abandonment, or the need to be chosen…

And even if you confuse that feeling with love, it's really more like a lesson disguised as connection, because not everything that makes you feel good is good for you, and that's something Richthofen Nihilborn had to learn…

That morning, the Nihilborn family had not only just acquired an ostentatious property in Whistler, which was a ranch in the Kiarra Prairies; But there was another family who also owned an equally ostentatious property, and that was the Tempus family...

The two families grew close, perhaps because they were neighboring properties, and the boys gradually became close friends. More than close, they acted like brothers. 

Their friendship was the strongest. Both had grades above the highest. They were geniuses, and their parents knew it. But there was also someone else, Patrick's little sister... Anne Tempus, who was 5 at the time, Richthofen was 13...

The girl grew up in the good graces of her parents and her 12-year-old older brother, Patrick Tempus, there in the distant lands of Kiarra, where the countryside was its most beautiful landscape, and birds would perch near her balcony to adore its beauty...

Her grayish eyes matched her brown hair, honoring her innocence and incomparable beauty. Her smile was bright and innocent, and at her young age, she didn't understand that the world was full of predators…