The end of the fox

Chapter 1

HELLO ALL, ARE I BACK FOR THE SECOND AND LAST PART? PART OF MY PREVIOUS BONES (THE PREMONITORY DREAM). IT CAN BE READ INDEPENDENTLY FROM THIS ONE!

Alejandro had always known when a member of his family was in bad shape. It started with a stomach ache, then a lack of hunger, an urge to vomit and finally, a headache. When he experienced this feeling for the second time in his life, he was suddenly afraid. "Something happened to Diego." he said to himself immediately, on the alert, worried. He rushed out of his room and headed for the living room, hoping to find Bernardo there. Unfortunately, this one was not there. So, mad with worry, he went to the stables and saw Diego's mare there, so Diego was sleeping. Nevertheless, not reassured, he galloped out of the hacienda.

Zorro rode his horse in order to free a laborer imprisoned for suspicion of resistance to the actions of the Eagle. He had sentenced him to hang for the following day at dawn. "I don't have much time left," thought the fox, "it's almost daybreak."

- Tornado, faster, he encouraged.

This marvelous animal increased its former speed in order to soar. The rider-horse pair soon came within sight of Los Angeles and then saw the cuartel.

Alejandro hoped Diego wasn't going through anything bad because since Varga... He preferred not to think about it. He encouraged his mare to go faster, but he knew her potential was far below that of his dear child. He soon arrived at the tavern and suddenly heard Sergeant Garcia shout: - El Zorro, El Zorro está en el cuartel.

The father began to pray for his son: "My Father, you who love California, protect Zorro from these imbeciles who govern our country badly. Let his actions make him return to the way he was before." he thought aloud. That's when he ran into Padre Felipe, asked him if he hadn't, by any chance, seen Zorro and while the padre replied that he hadn't, wishing him a "Buenas noches, Don Alejandro." , they then heard the clanking of swords. There was like a tear in Alejandro's chest and he then sensed the worst.

Zorro deftly slipped through the half-open prison doors and headed for the cells. He slipped his hand into his long black cloak and took out the keys he had kept. The noise he made, although very weak, woke up the poor imprisoned peon.

- Señor Zorro? asked this one bewildered because suddenly pulled out of what was perhaps his penultimate sleep. I've been waiting for you for so long, he went on, wide awake now, how can I ever thank you enough?

- It's quite natural señor, it's my duty to free those who are for the old California and not for a totalitarian regime without freedom. I chose this path because I share your ideas, you owe me nothing. he said, softly. Now, he resumed, go find your wife and your children! Otherwise... he said, half-amused, half-stern.

- Gracias señor, declared the laborer, but when he turned around the masked vigilante was already gone.

This one had for project to face Varga, this tyrant. This was to be the final struggle, a fight to the death. One of them had to die. "But Zorro doesn't kill," his conscience whispered to him.

- I am not Zorro, I am Diego de la Vega, the real Zorro. Diego de la Vega gave birth to Zorro and not the other way around, he replied aloud, which caught his attention.

Varga was leaving his office when he overheard a conversation.

- Zorro, this time, you won't escape me!, he shouted.

Zorro turned around, then drawing his sword.

- Señor, this situation has lasted too long. California's future depends on you. Be reasonable or I'll have to put the sword through your body. he declared calmly, sure of himself.

- I thought Zorro never killed? ventured the Eagle, brazenly.

- He is sometimes obliged to, countered the vigilante, because of the scoundrels of your species.

He took advantage of his opponent's surprise to attack. He hurt him in the arm but he, ignoring the pain, pulled a gun out of his uniform.

- Zorro, he declared, the time is over for fun. One of us must die and it will be you!

He pulled the trigger, and the shot went off. The masked man in front of him watched his father enter the cuartel. "I'll have to confess my true identity to him one day, but not now. California still needs me," he thought. He didn't see the laborer waving at him. It was then that he felt a small pain in his stomach which, within seconds, spread throughout his body. He just had time to hear his enemy sneer and say to him: "Varga, you coward, even if I die, California will remember me and one day or another, you will fall!". He did not hear the panicked cries of the arrivals.

Don Alejandro, passing through the prison gates, heard a cry of fear and anguish, which penetrated to the depths of his entrails. He then jumped to the ground, panicking, seeing Zorro staring at him and then falling to the ground. He saw red when he realized that the leader of the Los Angeles pueblo had injured, even killed, his favorite hero. He challenged him to a duel and tore him to pieces after a few minutes. Maybe he was old but he still knew how to take revenge on behalf of his people. He walked, tense, towards the fox.

- Señor, are you okay? I'm afraid that bullet...

- This fight was fatal to me, I fear. However, I do not want you to be sad because I am dying of my beautiful death and I count on you to continue to defend the pueblo. Zorro confessed with difficulty.

- Sí, señor, I understand. But don't talk too much, he begged, we'll call Doctor Avila, maybe he'll be useful to us.

- No, not that, I beg you, then growing weaker, father...

- Are you delirious? asked the old don, worried.

- Father, I'm sorry for lying to you about my true identity!, I created a fake don Diego de la Vega, in order to protect you from these usurpers of power. Diego said without stopping after resuming his normal voice. I swear to you that if the end of this totalitarian regime had come in my lifetime...

- Son, no son, it is not possible. You are not Zorro, the fox. You didn't save me. You're not going to die, it's impossible! Alejandro begged in turn, remembering his dream, made a few months ago, almost crying. First your mother, gasping: then you, as Zorro! Oh, diós mio, it's unthinkable, come on!

- It's unthinkable, but not impossible, he grumbled, father, I beg you to believe me.

- I believe you now. All those false vouchers you gave me at the last moment... it's unimaginable. Finally, I'm proud of you.

- Is that right, father? declared the dying man, moved. Do you consider me a true de la Vega?

- Sure! I call Avila!

- No, I would have had to die one way or another. As a mother, like everyone else... and I... prefer... this one, do you understand... that?

- Yes, this reaction is worthy of our family and I respect it. But keep your strength, hijo mio.

- Father, I cannot... I must leave you! he declared, while his groans becoming more distinct, broke his father's heart.

- Hi mio, no! cried his ascendant.

- Oh, what is this light? is she beautiful!

And so died the last descendant of this noble family. When he passed away, he was happy, he had made his father proud of him. Zorro, the masked fox, a remarkable legend, had died with him and both would not return.

It has since been said that if the son had died before his father, the latter resumed his actions, leading in turn a double life. Ana María hearing the news at the same time as don Gregorio, declared to everyone's surprise that she had certainly been in love with Zorro but also with don Diego. A sudden gust of wind, like a sword, then whipped the horses, making them in battle. Everyone felt that the soul of this vigilante had just passed at breakneck speed on his famous steed. So it is said that often when big storms hit, the souls of Zorro and Tornado protect the capital of California, and that's when the people of Los Angeles who knew them, remember their story. A sad story, yes, but a beautiful story.

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