Odd ones out [camilo x male reader]

The Alveraz's

THIS IS A REWRITE- this is based off of one of my other books that's literally the exact same just different pronouns- in this it's third person with male pronouns- the other one is third person with she/her pronouns, so you choose whichever you'd rather- but you'll be able to find the female version in the other book called 'odd ones out [camilo x female reader]' same cover and everything just slightly different title so- ya. But I'll update all chapters at the same time just different pronouns sooooo ya! :D

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The bustling of rushed footsteps surrounded the area.

A 6 year old crying into his mother's shirt.

A 9 year old clutched in her mother's arms with no idea what was happening.

A 12 year old, clinging desperately to his fathers hand as they ran.

A 14 year old clutching an infant to her chest so tightly as to not drop him.

3 mother's, 3 fathers, 3 aunts and 3 uncles.

3 daughters, 2 sons, 3 nieces and 2 nephews.

They once thought the abilities bestowed upon them were blessings from the heavens.

That's how they had treated it anyhow.

But who was to tell that they're home, they're only sanctuary, and the birth place of their origin to such 'blessings', were to all be lost to the cause?

The people hated them.

Despised them.

Said their magic made them different-

Dangerous.

Told their children lies to ward them away, and created a barrier between them, and the entire family.

The Alvarez's.

The gifted family of a small town they called home no longer, and were now on the run to protect their children from their designed fate crafted by the crude villagers of the forsaken town. 

The eldest, Mariana Alvarez, wife to Pedro Alvarez, mother to Lucia Alvarez- the eldest child at 14 and Elisa Alvarez, being the middle child at 9.

The middle, Marco Alvarez, Husband to Elena Alvarez and father to Santiago Alvarez, the second eldest child at 12.

The youngest, Ana Alvarez, wife to Alvaro Alvarez, mother to y/n Alvarez, the second youngest child at 6 years old, and Hugo Alvarez, the youngest child being only an infant.

Their breathing was heavy, their body's were stiff and aching but they never seized their running.

The yell of the townspeople behind them were now long in the distance.

Angry faces, fires lit, screaming at them to leave the place they never belonged- it was all a distant memory now.

Except, where were they to go?

They had no where.

No one.

Nothing.

They were hungry, cold, craving the warmth of a home once again but to no avail.

Mud splattered across the families clothing from the rain earlier that night, trudging through the dense vegetation and praying for a miracle to save them at this point.