Blue Eyes and the Secret – A Novella

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Blue Eyes and the Secret. A novella –

Venture into the heart of the Algarve with Blue Eyes, a Balinese-spirited feral cat, as she uncovers ancient secrets and fights to protect her home on Monte Agudo. In a land where olive groves meet modern orange farms and water is scarce, Blue Eyes speaks with plant devas and heeds the whispers of the earth. When a devastating threat emerges in the form of disappearing trees, poisoned lands, and a foretold prophecy of end times, Blue Eyes must embark on a transformative journey.

Guided by the wisdom of Ceres of Old and aided by a motley crew of animal allies, Blue Eyes seeks to find sacred statues, facing mythical creatures and uncovering hidden Dolmens. The quest is not just to retrieve lost artifacts, but to unite the land, the people, and its creatures.

“Blue Eyes and the Secret” is a tale of courage, unity, and the enduring power of nature, reminding us that even the smallest of creatures can hold the key to saving the world.

Want a flavour of Blue Eyes and the Secret? Here is a section from Chapter One.

I am Bastet

“Blue Eyes! Where are you, Blue Eyes? Come on, Blue Eyes!” Her voice drifts playfully across the garden from the house, the words rising and falling like a song. Such a silly name, but I don’t mind, beats being called just ‘cat.’ She named me that because my eyes are a vivid, icy blue that sparkle in the sunlight, like twin sapphires.
I am not moving, even if the sun is scorching my back and making me sweat. I’m perched atop the compost box, relishing some of the shade of the old olive tree. Occasionally, an early olive thuds down onto the box or my head, sending a jolt through me. But if I stay still, Lucy won’t spot me.
The little treats that scuttle around the compost box, mice with twitching whiskers, quiet vole paws darting in and out of the grass, and even crickets chirping are entertaining and are far more tempting than Lucy’s bland biscuits in my green bowl. 
She tries to keep me in check, making sure I don’t chase after feathered creatures or quick little reptiles, so I mostly leave them alone. 
But before I drift too far into choosing between food and sleep, let me tell you a bit about my life. I live on a quiet hill, a place filled with the scent of earth and a clear sky. My journey began four years ago when I first met Lucy, the kind and stubborn woman from England. At first, she wasn’t keen on me, wary like the wind before a storm. But I was relentless, weaving between her legs, purring fiercely, darting and dancing. 
Now, she feeds me every day, and fresh water greets me just outside her yellow door. I don’t drink it, but the birds do. I watch but don’t pounce.
I’ve picked up a few words in her language, “Hello,” “dinner,” and that bothersome “Where are you?” words that swirl around me, strange and confusing at first. I didn’t understand her voice or her meaning; when she spoke, it was like hearing a song I couldn’t quite follow. 
You see, I’m Portuguese – Portuguese in my blood, but I am Balinese in soul. I live on Monte Agudo, a hill full of stories and spirits, nestled deep in the eastern Algarve. The land here breathes in and out every element: earth, water, air, and fire, guided by the devas, gentle spirits of the landscape who strive to help all creatures coexist in harmony. Yet, sometimes, none of us listen, our voices fade into each other and the wind, lost in the chaos. 
But we are learning. I’m not just any cat. I can talk with the plant devas, guardians of the roots and leaves, and I listen to the silent language of the earth and sky.