Young Eztli is determined to get in touch with whatever is lurking beyond this world. What she doesn't know is that this dark path will lead her into wild dreams. She is not alone also her friends will come along her journey.Together, they must navi...
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Eztli's heart skipped a beat as her mother's voice echoed through the house, "Eztli, can you get the door? I think your dad's here." With a spark of excitement, Eztli realized that her father was finally coming home today. "Dad is coming today!" she thought to herself, hastily making her way to the front door, calling out, "Ya voy!"
As Eztli swung open the door, her eyes widened at the sight of her father standing there, wearing a striking bull skull mask. She couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle, "Dad, why are you trying to scare me like that?"
Her dad, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, replied, "Sometimes I don't even know why I try." He let out a hearty laugh as Eztli embraced him, "I missed you, Dad," she said warmly. "Me too, mi calabazita," he responded, his gaze shifting to his wife who stood nearby.
"Hi darling, how have you been?" he asked, embracing his wife tightly. The family then gathered around the dinner table, the warmth of their reunion filling the room. "I was really missing you guys.
Eztli's mother sighed, "Oh hon, they really went too far this time, keeping you away for so long. I don't know..." But Eztli reassured her, "It's okay, Mom. He's here now, that's what matters." Curiosity sparked in Eztli as she noticed the eerie bull skull mask her father was still wearing.
"In my way back, I thought of you so I bought it," her dad explained with a grin, "They said it's a replica, but I wonder if it's made of real bones it looks so real to be a replica." Eztli couldn't resist reaching out to touch the mask, mesmerized by its intricate details. "It's so cool, I love it," she exclaimed.
As they sat down for dinner, the aroma of her mother's homemade orejones de mazita filled the air, making Eztli's stomach growl. Her dad removed the mask, revealing the lines of exhaustion on his face. Despite that, his eyes lit up as he took in the sight of the steaming dishes. "This is exactly what I needed," he said, inhaling deeply.
Eztli studied the mask on the counter, unable to shake off the feeling of unease it had brought with it. It was unlike any she had seen before, with intricate carvings that almost looked like they were telling a story. "Dad, can I see the mask closer?" she asked, her curiosity.
Her father nodded, handing it over carefully. The mask was surprisingly light, and she could feel the smoothness of the bone under her fingertips. "It's beautiful," she murmured, tracing the carvings with a sense of awe. "But also...unique"
Her father's expression grew serious, setting his spoon down. "There were some...complications with my job," he said, his eyes darkening. "But it's all sorted out now, and I'm home where I belong." He forced a smile, but Eztli noticed the tension in his voice.
Her father's expression shifted, a hint of seriousness creeping in as he continued, "Oh no, I've been through enough these last few days. A lot of weird things happened while I was out there." Eztli's interest was piqued, "Did you see anything strange?" she asked, leaning in eagerly. Her mother interjected, "What do you mean, dear?"
Her father's tone grew grave as he recounted the reason for his prolonged absence. "I was stationed at this rancho where a bunch of animals started disappearing. We were tasked to investigate and stand guard to find the culprit. We thought it could be cayotes. But you know people are. Soon they were spreading rumors about the chupacabra you know the monster who eat livestock or Ufos abducting cows."
Eztli leaned in closer, hanging onto her father's every word. "So what ended up happening?" she inquired, her eyes wide with anticipation. As her father delved into the chilling details, a hush fell over the room.
"As I was searching in the woods, I heard my partner fire his gun. Fear gripped my heart as I sprinted towards him back to the rancho, fearing the worst," her father narrated. "I thought we were wrong about the coyotes and that perhaps thieves were behind the disappearances."
"But when I reached him, I found him huddled under the truck, trembling and muttering, 'Por favor, no dejes que me aleje.' He was in a state of shock, suplique una y otra vez her father's voice quivered with emotion as he recounted the harrowing experience.
A/N
Ya voy/ I am coming
calabazita/ little pumpkin
mazita de orejones o orejones de calabaza / This is the case of dried pumpkin, a dish originating in northern Mexico.
Por favor, no dejes que me aleje/ Please don't let it take me away.
suplique una y otra vez/ plea over and over
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