The Owl's steady and piercing gaze drove into MC's hazel eyed gaze and suddenly the tension running through her tensed muscles began to slip away. The more the tension slid away, the wider her eyes became. Because she was right all along. They had all laughed at her except
Abuelita. Only Grandma shared the truth MC knew all along...
'...Miss Mia-Canta of the Lasperritas can speak to animals!! Oh! Special me!!'The very thought of such a thing sent tears welling up at the brims of her lower lids and only long lashes kept them from falling.
'...well maybe not speak to them like talking to them, but umm... communicate with them? On a... deeper level than most..? Si, that is me...! Special, no?' That very thinking was the only reason MC could ever explain how she was able to calm and train the dogs at the farm! But whatever the case, right now, she understood upon such a rudimentary--
--through the fog of her mind, demons and assailants assaulted her mind's eye... and it was all Mia-Canta's fault! For immediately thereafter, an image of her braids, baubles and big mouth flashed the message loud and clear-- she could get them all killed!
A single deliberate nod she gave and quickly twisted her braids up into swirly knot and tied them off. Now for the lovely bracelets along her long, strong, arms--
She jumped and gasped at the same time when the arrow stuck fast in the tree. And in the shocked silence, it's shaft vibrated its message by shaking yellow feathers, re-iterating what Mister Owl,
Senior Buho, just emoted to her:
You are going to get everyone killed!Blood splashed and several drops sprayed across her black-smeared, light brown face. And as she reached out to try to grasp
Senior Buho, just then she noted the swirling, spiralling vine with the lovely and tempting, oh sooooooo tempting flowers calling to her... telling her to come forward... grasp... caress... be a bad girl for once, come now and reach out and smell the smell of the loveliest flowers that any would ever--
-SNAP!- the string broke and the lantern was free!
And so was the hypnotic sway that held over Mia-Canta. She shook her head several times then smacked her cheeks a couple times... and of course, only now she noted the two frightening glowing hues breaking the darkness in the distance. And of course, on cue the tree's sound increased in volume and the metal, the frying pan beneath them groaned with a devil's delight.
One light was the eerie, and foreboding green light in the distance. The hills. One side of danger. One inexplicable, yet still one that shot electric jolts down her spine as she shuddered. Grandma told her about phantom lights calling little girls and boys into the brush and bringing them to very bad places. But that was all folk tales, right?
But the other light, the orange light of the other side of danger, she knew all too well. Well, MC knew about the deadly brushfires; they were wild and unpredictable as the wind that drove them onward. Only now did she pick up on the scent... Wind... if it blows in their direction-- a shrill scream in the distance broke her momentary pause. And of course, she came to to witness a terrible, oh so terrible thing to witness.
Suddenly the shaking and groaning came to a crescendo and, below them the Devil's frying pan broke away and swallowed the boy all up and into oblivion. MC was to scream in horror to his demise but no sound came from her tightened throat because of what she saw just now.
The other, the one other than the flower girl, this.. this sexless yet somehow exceptionally uniquely beautiful and olive skinned other... this one that had snubbed MC earlier, was holding the lantern that emitted the violent violet light and MC was left breathless.
And as the owl perched upon this unique snubbing other's shoulder, MC finally saw that the source of the light was like no other light source like she had known. No, it was more like an eye? No, a gem? No... for it seemed like it was more alive and shivering like a new... a new what? A new egg ready to be born?!
Again the Latina shook her head, and now she acted. She interposed her muscular frame between the two female strangers and the deadly encroaching pair of lights. It was her fault that the boy was lost. There was no way that she would allow any other to be killed or brought deeper into this Hell, or wherever they were, by her foolishness.
<<I am a hard-working girl...>> she said to herself in her native tongue, softly and gently neath her breath
<<...a hard-working girl and a special good one too...>>A solid nod she gave before reaching to press the small of the backs of the other girls.
“¡Vaminos! We will dead!” she called to them in a harsh whisper, her mind still fresh with Mister Owl's warning,
“¡Deprisa, deprisa! Go down!” MC took two long strides and stongs legs and she leapt from the mushroom top, her poncho chasing behind her. She landed with just enough space to not fear being swallowed up by the gaping hole in the ground. She did not need to do a shoulder roll but better safe than sorry faceplanting into the shaking earth. The Latina followed through with her roll and stood up, then swiftly turned around and held up her arms to the other girls and motioned them towards her.
“¡Ven aca! You come! Mia-Canta catch! ¡Ven aca ahora, por favor! Please!”MC braced herself just in case one of them did jump down and into her waiting arms.
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