So be it, right now

By Davy D. Rub

    You will find human beings,
    for the purpose of abducting
    mind.
    To control souls and lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Davy D. Rub
• Release date: Nov 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215805862

Davy D. Rub

Nació en Cañamero/España. Realizó diferentes trabajos a lo largo de su vida.

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So be it,

at this moment    

Davy D. Rub

Contents

Title Page

The ritual

The genesis

The torah

Church

The numbers

The healer

The apothecary

Pride

The chosen ones

The Wanderer

Darkness

The irreverent

Greed

The valid ones

The upstarts

The Town Crier

The guests

Darkness

The irreverent

Greed

The valid ones

The upstarts

The Town Crier

The guests

The messenger

Diplomacy

The unconsciousness of fools

Unexpected guests

Wanted

The enemy

The Omen

The bells

Cheaters day

The threads

Hangman's rope

The riddle

Agreements for lives

Judge

The exchange

The incomplete victory of the vain

The demand for favors

The siege

The deal

The pause

The triumph of fools

The revenge

The camel

So be it ​Davy D. Rub.

To my people always.

So be it ​Davy D. Rub.

So be it,

at this moment  

by Davy D. Rub

The ritual

I imagine a clean and transparent nation, through which harmony flows and with it the long-awaited hope is reborn.

Perseverance in the days to come will guide us on a path clear of all obstacles that prevent us from undertaking the fastest evolution.

I dream that tomorrow these lands will be an Olympus full of peace and in it, this town will find a concord reinforced with the harmony of well-being.

We will all see ourselves as equal and with the same natural rights, we will equally enjoy the goods necessary to complete our lives, no one will take advantage of the sacrifice of the work of others at the cost of living in opulence.

Forget forever the injustices made to measure and predisposed to defend the interests of the rulers.

At this moment and right here I ask you to begin to give me your maximum trust, and I assure you that I will always govern the country with the oath to satisfy each and every one of our current and future needs.

Here you have my hand outstretched, take it now and we will release all our desires, united we will make this County the most prosperous and desired place in the world.

Let's add all the energies together to achieve the prosperity of our stocks!

The genesis

Eugenio Santos had just finished delivering this messianic speech, shaking the masses with a red handkerchief, held between the thumb and index finger of his left hand, from the tiled balcony of the presidential building, located in the central square of the city, shortly after be elected president of the nation.

At his side is his young wife Eugenia, supporting the enlightened proclamations that anticipate to the citizens a rosy future led by her new husband. The first lady wears a long ensemble in very dark and bright tones, which accentuate her elegant presence. Her hands do not stop clapping, exalting with her fiery blows the figure of her favorite speaker.

Under the presidential balcony, the noise is deafening to say the least and increasingly confusing. Due to the unbridled cheers of his faithful followers, they are in turn counteracted by the intransigent cries of protest, broken out by a group of irreducible nonconformists, who camouflage themselves within the crowd that gathers there.

The masses found, are becoming inflamed little by little, enraged by the convictions that their stony ideals face.

Suddenly, from among the dense human bubble that occupies the square, a stealthy murmur of panic emerges, everyone looks towards the speech box, instigated by curiosity. They want to know exactly what is happening up there, regardless of the danger they are in from the imminent spread of fear.

The hasty and orderly movements of the personnel that covers the security of the presidency, do not fail to indicate that something out of the ordinary is happening, in that small space that it occupies on the balcony.

At some point in the scene, certain glimpses of clarity are produced among the confusion that invades the viewpoint and at this moment the body of a woman lying on the ground is seen from the esplanade.

Her dress seems to be impregnated with a compact white powder, as if she had spilled the contents of her makeup case on her clothing. The rumor of suspicion begins to flow among the agitated comments of the people.

—The president's wife has been poisoned during the speech.

Some lamented.

— Poor woman, why did it have to happen to her? While others celebrated.

—He deserved it well for collaborating intensely in the deceit, to which her husband wants to lead us.

The avalanches of the crowds begin to occur, one after another and in the most unexpected way, caused by the fear that events will get worse. As a consequence, the bodies are virulently oppressed seeking an immediate escape from the place. This domino effect ends inevitably causing multiple human misfortunes.

All these events happened to forget, in the heat of the old and central square of the city of Casidal, the most valuable city in the country. With which it shared the same name throughout its interesting history, however, behind its borders this small nation was always recognized by the nickname of Casidal County. The reason

for all this, perhaps, was constantly trying to play down the importance of to his sovereignty independent and absolute.

The president's legislative beginnings were not entirely bad, but little by little the disorder generated by his irrepressible desire for power grew, while contaminating all the members of his government cabinets.

Perhaps driven mad by his recent loneliness or by his worrying lack of life, for not yet knowing who murdered his wife.

It became more authoritarian and intolerant every day, and over time it was forging huge financial debts. Seeing himself forced to oppress the already withdrawn income of his citizens and as a consequence of this, he inequitably recorded the tariff obligations of the subjects.

Meanwhile, his close friends and collaborators obtained the best privileges and with them lasting perks for their families.

Fraud and waste took root, becoming one more custom, which involved the exercise of power. The people did not understand their procedures and vicissitudes and began to rebel peacefully.

But even this vindictive form of protest made the patriotic vanities of their rulers uncomfortable. It didn't take long for them to legislate unjust and inhumane repressive regulations that dressed up as novel legal regularities, so that they gradually settled over time, always with the final intention of subduing and bending the minds of the County's citizens.

Not only this executive, reaped the hatred and anger of his enemies within his town. The debts contracted and unpaid with the foreign exchangers forced them to endure foreign invasions. That they seized the northern territories, especially rich in the most demanded minerals, in order to collect part of the amounts of their pending loans.

These creditor financial groups did not accept the successive denials of their collection demands and counteracted them, responding with force of arms, managed by a small army of mercenaries. Willing to spread all the horrors of war over the County, in order to get the highest claims, for which they had been hired.

They entrusted them as a priority mission, the intervention of a specific area of   the mountainous relief, located in the north of the County and later the control of the total country. They carried out a violent campaign to harass the established power, which led to disturbing the peace and tranquility of all the people who inhabited the disputed territory.

Days do not dawn without the warlike maneuvers of this inflamed conflict breaking into the landscape with devastating and aggressive detonations, to threaten the native military positions, settled in all corners of the nation. And they do not hesitate to repel the grievance, with equivalent war energy.

Regardless of the human and natural costs of the various catastrophes caused by both sides with their irrational actions, aggravating the existential and economic suffering of the humble people outside this war and who have to live in and of these lands.

The torah

The

Afternoon, it burst in, obscured by a blanket of thick, icy fog that slowly caresses the ground, trying to heal the wounds caused by human unease. And above this haze hide cumulus clouds of terrifyingly noisy.

The scarce and penetrating rays of the sun are breaking, with their scintillation when crossing the humid cottony mist, at the same time that they fill with brightness the candlesticks of the ice condensed on the stones, to highlight the agonizing sadness that the threatened landscape gives off.

Perhaps foreshadowing what can happen in the time of this fateful place, from within the very bowels of the mountain heartbreaking and angry screams are heard accompanying the hum of the wind.

They come from inside a deep lair, wedged between the wide and humid folds of the vertiginous rocks that escort the summit. The sparse native vegetation penetrates through the cracks in its door, hiding the entrance from the curiosity of the closest civilizations.

The hardship of the woman who lives there makes her defenseless before the imminent arrival of a first-time and premature birth that threatens the lives of the newborn and her own mother.

The woman prepares to face the birth, letting herself be carried away by her maternal instinct, she stands up to facilitate the escape into the world of her offspring, she inspires and expires the air through her nose with deep force to relieve her pain, motivated by the sobs that they are heard from inside her womb, her body responds with violent and recurring spasms and among so many hardships she manages to give birth to a beautiful but strange creature.

The little one has come into the world in a habitat surrounded by a pressing and miserable scarcity, it seems to be destined to live in a land without solidarity that will drag him down the unfair path to destitution, his first cry in this valley, becomes the protested echo of these mountains, shaken by human egoism.

Meanwhile, Matías, the father of the child, oblivious to the events that are taking place around him, makes an effort surfing with his plow the scarce fertile land between the insistent rocks to create a profitable fallow area.

The sweat produced by such sacrificial and laborious work spills from his forehead, which is complicated by the rigors of time and the thick roots of the scrub that cling to the slopes.

With all his eagerness, he wakes up his task, hoping to culminate with a good planting and that the earth return the favors rendered to him to be able to feed his family.

During a short period of peace and quiet in the vicinity of the place, the anxious sobs of the newborn scion are heard despite all the setbacks the creature has earned its existence.

His desire to live is reflected in the brightness of his green eyes, making his mother happy just by looking at them, while he recovers enough lost strength that he needs to love him.

A small litter of dogs lying around them accompanies them, howling incessantly as they offer warmth with the torrent of their hot breaths.

Marta is gradually recovering her lost strength and as the hours go by, all the difficulties experienced during this premeditated pregnancy begin to parade through her mind, the great bubble of impatience bubbles in her

thoughts, seeing the sudden life flow that will bring to the neonate

She keeps her mind blocked by the miserable environment that surrounds her son and suddenly she is overwhelmed, submerging herself in a gloomy state and full of uncertainties that leave Marta lethargic with sadness and despondency.

At sunset, his partner finally decides to return, with the satisfaction of a job well done. Upon arriving home, his eyes anxiously scrutinize the halfopen cracks of the flimsy door, which opens the entrance to the austere shed.

Matías opens the gate with an impetuous courage prompted by despair, upon noticing the consumed face of his companion. He yanks the old boards that make up the dilapidated gate, throwing them decisively into the fire to stoke it so he can comfort his frail friend.

Marta is still lying on a wooden bunk, softened with bunches of rye balagos bundled together and tied together by a rope.

It seems that it is