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. Her friends are on their way to fun and spooky adventures, and they'll see how far the...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
In the dense woods at the rancho, the group found themselves surrounded by towering trees. Peta introduced her friends one by one.
Peta took a measured breath before introducing her friends. "That's Rono," she said, nodding over there is Rono," she said, pointing to a young man sitting on the rock with a friendly grin.
Without looking up, Rono muttered, "No bars. Figures. Nature and I are having a complicated relationship."
"Over there is Konane," Peta said, indicating her friend, who was still processing the oddity of the rancho. "Say hello, Konane."
"Hello," Konane muttered.
"And this is Eztli," Peta said at last. Her tone softened slightly. "She's... the distracted type. She has more books than all of us combined.""
Eztli offered a diplomatic smile. "I take that as a compliment."
The old man beamed with pride, "My granddaughter has spoken highly of you all." Eztli, touched by the compliment, replied, "I'm delighted to be here on your exquisite rancho." Rono, breaking the momentary silence, remarked on the beauty of the landscape, only to be interrupted by the unsettling sight of a dead goat.
Rono squinted. "Or someone just let their dog loose. Look at the wound pattern—too clean for a wild animal."
Curiosity peaked, Konane voiced his concern, "So, you're saying there's some strange creature lurking around these parts?" The old man's reassuring voice calmed their nerves, "Don't worry, young man. Whatever it is, we'll handle it." The old woman added, "No need to fear. We know how to defend ourselves if it comes to that and you two you are still shaking, there is a remedy tocando las orejas — touch your ears, so you don't get spooked.
As darkness enveloped the rancho, the group followed the grandparents outside to a bonfire. The flames crackled and danced, casting flickering light on their faces.
