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After Manolo left, María and (Y/N) could barely see each other anymore. María trains 24/7 and practices martial arts, fencing, and horseback riding  to  become a general.

(Y/N), however, has been trying to play more music  since Manolo left her  the guitar he once owned in his memory. She also dreams of becoming an adventurer, traveling from place to place, telling people stories of new mysteries of wonder and magic.

Although her father had very different plans for her. The (L/N) family was famous for their bravery in battle. As a result, (Y/N)'s father spent the day training her to fight. He didn't necessarily like the idea of ​​(Y/N) going down a musical and mythical path  rather than a warrior like the rest of her family.

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As the years went by, María and (Y/N) grew further apart, rarely seeing each other. Finally the day came when María went off to battle, it was the start of many, many wars she fought. And while she became known as a hero, (Y/N) joined a small Mariachi band of three guys she would consider brothers to herself; Pablo, Pancho, and Pepe.

While (Y/N) loved playing with them, her father had prohibited her to talk to them. Although, that didn't stop her from doing what she loved...

"And I will wait, I will wait for you!" She danced along with the brothers as they played in the center of town, a crowd of people listening to them with smiles. (Y/N) strummed her guitar as she continued, "I will wait, I will wait-"

"I will not wait for you!" The music suddenly stopped as (Y/N)'s father stormed up and grabbed her by the ear, dragging her away from the crowd. She winced and quickly moved her feet to fall in sync with him, "Papa, I was on my way!"

"After years of training, (Y/N)'s father organized her first battle."

They passed a wall that was covered by many fliers of the (L/N) girl, bold letters of the event on top. Her father pushed her down the stairs as they made their way home.

"Which, as luck would have it, was on the day that Manolo returned."

"Wait, Papa-"

The door busted open as (Y/N) quickly scrambled inside, her father storming in as he shut the door. "Playing all night with those mariachi brothers! You wanna end up like those bozos?!" Her grandmother was quietly sitting in her wheelchair, knitting as her expression was one of boredom.

As the door shut, Pepe crashed his face against the window. He let out a nervous chuckle and looked at (Y/N), "Okay, (N/N), we'll wait outside." Both of his brothers poked their heads out to the window as they let out comments.

"I don't think Mr. (L/N) likes us."

"You think?"

Getting annoyed, the said man pulled out his sword and threw it towards the door. "Quiet you lazy bums!" The three shrieked from the view of the blade poking out of the wood. He then turned to (Y/N) and yanked the guitar out of her grasp and tossed it to the side. He takes a sword and sheaths it against her back, "As long as you live here, you live with my rules. You will be a guerrera!"

(Y/N) just gave him a tired smile, "Papa, this is my life."

"All the (L/N)es are warriors!" Her father gestures to all the portraits of their ancestors as he continues, "Every single one of us."

"I was a beast in the arena." (Y/N)'s grandmother butted in, "A beast!"

The man turned back to (Y/N) and placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's in your blood. It's your destiny. How many times do I have to say it?"