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As we sat down for dinner, the old lady serving us began to tell us a legend about my family's past.

She spoke of how the Bernals took over La Piedra and became tyrants, bringing a curse upon the land.

She said that the curse would be broken only if the last in line of the Bernal family could hold the power of the rock.

According to her, this power would come from the heart of the rock that was hidden and guarded by ancient magic.

It's was absolutely insane to me how I went from a sweet Dora the explorer moment to a shit I might be the next Mexican Indiana Jones.

As she continued to speak, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The thought that I could be the one with this power seemed surreal, but the old lady's words felt too real to ignore.

"What's the curse?" I ask her.

"I only know it in Spanish" she says with a heavy accent.

"Esta bien" I say reassuring her.

She nods her head and takes a seat. "The legend is "Que la familia Bernal sea maldita para siempre por su codicia y tiranía."

Ah shit, this is already going to absolute horseshit and she hasn't even gotten to second sentence.

"Que nunca conozcan la paz o la prosperidad, y que la tierra que han reclamado sea estéril y desolada." She says while looking into my eyes. It was like she was trained to say it like that.

"Y que se sepa que quienquiera que posea la roca maldita de los Bernals estará cargado con sus pecados y su destino" She finalizes. She grabs my hand and I feel Bucky shift next to me.

"hasta que el último de su línea venga a reclamarla y rompa la maldición o sea consumido por ella".

I knew that finding this shit and breaking the curse was something that needed to be done, not just for my family's legacy but for the people who had suffered under their rule.

But me personally? I was thinking about leaving for the hills and absolutely leaving this town. I mean, the math is mathing.

My parents are both from Guanajuato. Querétaro, where we are now is an 2 hours away give or take. Not a hard place to flee if you whole town is against you.

My parents owned a small Hacienda in Mexico. It was famous in the town known as La Huerta.

My mom insisted we'd buy it after it was her childhood dream to own it. They prohibited trespassers and it was the largest Spanish colonization and property to the village.

The largest building was off limits and it's still is. I've only been inside it twice and both times I had my mom with me.

"Gracias, por la Cena" Bucky says in now fluent Spanish.

"De nada." She says and looks over at me and adds "I hope you're the one, I want to rest"

As the old lady and our companions left the room, leaving only Bucky and me, I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. I could sense his concern and frustration, and I knew that this was a conversation we needed to have.

Without a word, I sat down on the couch, my hands fidgeting nervously. Bucky approached me cautiously, his voice filled with a mix of worry and determination.

"Margo, we need to talk," he said firmly, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Why did you try to run away? Why did you leave without a word?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before I spoke. "Bucky, it's not about running away. It's about protecting you. Protecting everyone," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to drag you into this dangerous mission. I didn't want to put your life at risk."

Bucky's face softened as he reached out to hold my hand. "Margo, we're in this together. I love you, and I can't bear the thought of losing you. We face danger every day, and I'd rather face it by your side."

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words washed over me. I had always known that Bucky was fiercely loyal and protective, but hearing him express his love and determination in that moment touched my heart in a profound way.

"I love you too, Bucky," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "But I can't help but worry about what might happen. I don't want to see anyone else I care about get hurt."

Bucky pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me as if to shield me from the world. "We'll find a way, Margo. We'll face whatever comes our way, together. But we can't give up on this mission. We have a chance to make a difference and put an end to the cult. We can save lives."

His words resonated deep within me, reminding me of the purpose behind our mission. I nodded, a newfound determination stirring within me. "You're right, Bucky. We can't run away from this. We have to face it head-on. For the sake of everyone we love."

And with that, we held each other a little tighter, finding solace and strength in our love for one another. We were ready to face the challenges ahead, united in our resolve to protect and fight for what we believed in.

As we held each other, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Bucky's unwavering support gave me the courage to broach a topic that had been lingering in the back of my mind. I gently pulled away from the embrace, keeping his hand in mine as I met his gaze.

"Bucky, there's something else I need to discuss with you," I began, my voice steady but tinged with anticipation. "The legend we heard tonight, about the purple gem and the power it holds... If I truly am connected to the Bernals and their curse, then there's a possibility that I might be the one who can wield that power."

Bucky furrowed his brow, his eyes searching mine for clarity. "What do you mean, Margo?"

I took a deep breath, my voice filled with conviction. "If I can tap into that power, it could give us an advantage against the cult. It could help us put an end to their tyranny once and for all. We could save countless lives, including my brother Pablo."

Bucky's grip tightened around my hand, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Margo, I understand your desire to stop the cult, but we need to be cautious. This power, if it exists, could be dangerous. We don't know its true nature or how it might affect you."

I nodded, appreciating his concern. "I know, Bucky. That's why I wanted to talk to you about it. I don't want to rush into anything blindly. But if there's a chance, even the slightest possibility, that I can harness this power for good, then we should explore it."

Bucky's gaze softened, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. "I trust you, Margo. If anyone can handle this power responsibly, it's you. We'll figure it out together. But promise me, promise me that you'll prioritize your safety and well-being above all else."

Tears welled up in my eyes at his unwavering support. "I promise, Bucky. My safety and the safety of everyone around me will always be my top priority. We're in this together, and I won't let anything come between us."