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(A Historical Fiction at the Crossroads of Emotions, Secrets, and Destiny)

The Night History Held Its Breath

Santo Domingo, 1791. The air smelled of salt, but the earth smelled of chains. The sugarcane fields were irrigated by the sweat of slaves. There inside a hut Marceline was huddled around her knees. Her eyes were closed but her heart was beating. In her hand was a black stone with a red glow flickering from within. This amulet was the last symbol of her tribe the Yanga.

The Secret of the Yanga Tribe

Marseille's lineage was called interpreters of dreams.This amulet gave them the power to become a bridge between the past and the future. But nowadays, dreams show only one scene: The riverbank where blood and water meet. Boekman the secret leader of the slaves, would tell her over and over again Your dreams are our strength. But Marceline knew these dreams were weakening her every night.

Preparing for the rebellion and a dangerous secret

That night, when even the moon hid its face in the clouds, Boekman called a secret meeting. Behind the trees, the slaves flashed their weapons: scythes, axes, and stones. When Marceline arrived there, Boekman saw the amulet in her hand and said.

Today we will shout for freedom. Your dreams have shown us this day.

Marceline said her voice trembling.

My dreams have also shown you your death Boekman.

The decision that will change everything

Boekman laughed. His voice was like thunder

We are not shadows to be feared. We are the spark that will reduce the forest to ashes.

But Marceline's last dream was fresh in her mind The blood of slaves flows like a river, and the French troops ride their horses laughing. Will this rebellion fail? Is her amulet a curse that only portends tragedy?

The bonfire and the change of fate

Marceline took a unique step that night. She went to the place where the rebellion rituals were held: the aroma of coconut, sugarcane, and black pepper was in the air. Standing in front of the bonfire, she threw the amulet into the fire. The pieces of stone began to melt, and a red flame touched the sky. At that moment, the sound of gunshots rang out from afar Boekman's voice rang out Freedom or death.

The woman who was lost in history

The rebellion had begun. But where was Marceline? Some say she went to the riverbank, where blood flowed in her dreams. Others saw her jump into the water. But after that night, every slave had only one name on their tongue: Marceline They knew that she had sacrificed her dreams to fight for reality.

Two hundred years later a new birth

2023, Haiti. In a school classroom, a girl asks her grandfather.

Why is our family name Marceline?

The old man smiles and says

Because our descendants are the dreams of a woman who burned to death and became immortal.

Did you know?

Haiti's real independence was achieved in 1804, but the 1791 uprising was its cornerstone.

Boukman found a place in the history books, but the names of women like Marceline were erased.

What do you think?

Did Marceline make the right decision by burning the amulet?

1.Yes She challenged fate.

2.No She should have trusted in dreamsher

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