*María's POV*
It was late. Extremely late. María shouldn't have been up. No she shouldn't have. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't sleep, not without seeing images of her brothers dead bodies. Not just her brothers bodies, but the men who had left to defend the kingdom of Teca. They lay there, crimson red blood drenched the once flush green grass, their crimson blood covered others, blinding them, blood curdled out of their mouth as a long spear went through them. She couldn't stop them, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't.
Her hands were scrunched into fists, her nails digging into her palm, and her knuckles turning white. Her heart started to race, images replayed and replayed inside her mind, her eyes started to cloud with tears, and her breaths got even more rapid as the images started to move faster, her hands grasped her throat. She couldn't breath. Tears started to fall rapidly, almost like a river, her breath was getting caught in her throat. She was gasping, begging for breath, but the images just wouldn't stop.
Death.
Blood.
Red.
God.
Help.
Stop.
War.
Hurt.
'Parada! Parada! Por favor! Parada!' She begged quietly through her gasping breaths. Her hands moved to her head as if to stop the images that plagued her mind, making her see the gruesome deaths of her family and people.
That was until a soft voice captured her attention.
Tonto el que no entienda
Cuenta una leyenda
Que una hembra gitana
Conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer
Llorando pedía
Al llegar el día
Desposar un calé
"Tendrás a tu hombre, piel morena"
Desde el cielo habló la luna llena
"Pero a cambio quiero
El hijo primero
Que le engendres a él
Que quien su hijo inmola
Para no estar sola
Poco le iba a querer"
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer
Dime, luna de plata
¿Qué pretendes hacer con un niño de piel?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hijo de la luna
De padre canela nació un niño
Blanco como el lomo de un armiño
Con los ojos grises en vez de aceituna
Niño albino de luna
"Maldita su estampa, este hijo es de un payo
Y yo no me lo cayo"
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer que te haga mujer
Dime, luna de plata
¿Qué pretendes hacer con un niño de piel?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hijo de la luna
Gitano al creerse deshonrado
Se fue a su mujer, cuchillo en mano
"¿De quién es el hijo? Me has engañao' fijo"
Y de muerte la hirió
Luego se hizo al monte con el niño en brazos
Y allí le abandonó
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer que te haga mujer
Dime, luna de plata
¿Qué pretendes hacer con un niño de piel?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hijo de la luna
Y las noches que haya luna llena
Será porque el niño esté de buenas
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna para hacerle una cuna
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna para hacerle una cuna
The soft male voice had helped her. Her breathing slowed. Her eyes began to shut softly. His beautiful voice left a small smile on her face. She had never heard something so beautiful in her life. Surely a beautiful voice had to have a beautiful owner. She wanted so desperately to keep her eyes open to search but she couldn't, the will to sleep took over.
The last thing she saw was the most stunning snow white hair, and dashing smile.
And the last thing she heard was his soothing voice whispering a simple but sweet.
'Buenas noches princesa (Goodnight princess)
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So so sorry I haven't updated this story in so so long! Totally my fault! School has been shit so I'm just pushing through that! I'll hopefully start to update more!
Please check out my Xavier × Oc story! I need to update that soon too! But I'd love the support!
Thank you! Love ye all stay safe!
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FanfictionWhat If Maya had a twin? What if Maya's twin was much more important than intended? What if the legend of the eagel warrior was about Maya's twin not her? What if Maya's sister fell in love with a dark devil? What If Maya's sister had a unique gift...
