The darkness of the night prevented us from seeing beyond the large trees surrounding the small hut. The sky was full of storm clouds. The cold night was like any other, although it was especially similar to the one ten years ago, when the inhabitants of the nearby village disappeared. I made the sign of the cross asking for protection, and a shiver ran through my body. It was a cold, dark night, filled with the howling of wolves.
I quickened my pace, as my grandmother was waiting impatiently for me. I held on tighter to the mare's mane, as she was very nervous. The rain was falling and the wind was picking up. It was a strange night, just like ten years ago.
Many things were said about that night, and everyone told a different story. However, the fact is that, without any apparent explanation, all the inhabitants disappeared and no one ever heard from them again.
Ten years...
The darkness of the night made it impossible to see the road. Through the lightning, I could make out the magical mountain, the one from the ghost and witch stories told to the children of the village. Fairies live there in its rivers and ravines. Someday I will have to climb up there to receive my broom, powers, and delegation from the Wizard Keychain. The wind suddenly calmed down, but the rain intensified. From time to time, lightning lit up the path. The foliage told me I was close to home. I saddled the mare and ran to the hut. I looked for my Agüe and couldn't find her anywhere.
“Agüe!” I shouted, frightened.
Doña Camucha woke up, startled, and said:
“Oh, my dear! Before the rain fell, they came for her.”
I took the cobblestone path that leads to the magical mountain. It smelled of sap, mother herbs, ferns, and a sweetness that enveloped the atmosphere. When I reached the foot of the mountain, I felt a chill. Suddenly, thunder rumbled and the rain intensified. I began my walk to the top, and in a clearing, I spotted a bonfire. Next to it was my Agüe, tied up and face down. Three girls dressed in black surrounded her.
One of them said:
“Put her in the pot, the guests are about to arrive for the party.”
Suddenly, there was a loud noise and the earth opened up. A voice shouted:
“Who dared to desecrate my mountain?”
Witches, zombies, and trolls appeared, but the allies won the battle.
I ran and turned the body over, and there was my Agüe, hurt but alive. We climbed to the top, and I saw the fairies and the great mother Eli with her magic cauldron, preparing the potion to protect the people from the wolves.
Eli looked at me and said:
“The wolves are searching for the magic broom of a white witch. They need it to close the circle and gain the power of the Great Wizard Keychain and the world of Hive.”
“There's not much time left,” said the Wizard @eddiespino.
I tried to activate my Keychain on my cell phone, but it froze and I couldn't return to the kingdom of Hive because the gates were closed. I couldn't make a purchase with HBD and I was afraid my passwords would be stolen. I know the time is coming, but I don't have the strength, authority, or access to protect the world of #Hive, together with Keychain and the white wizards of Aliento.
Suddenly, I remembered where my father had hidden my broom. I ran down the hillside and searched among the ceiba trees, and there was my broom.
Escobita! Come and help me perform magic to save the kingdom of #Hive. I sensed danger and the branches of the ferns tried to hold me back, but I broke free as best I could. I saw the alpha wolf in the shadows, sniffing me.
“Great Mother! Give me the potion.” I grabbed Agüe, held her to my broom, and flew high into the sky. I held on tight. Just thinking about the flying slipper gave me the strength to continue with the mission. I scattered the potion and the rain took care of soaking the roads, the fields, and every corner of the village. The wolves went away forever.
A cold, dark night with wolves howling. Like tonight.
“Mommy! Tell us, what happened after that night?” said little Esteban.
I told him how the Fairies continued to educate users who entered the world of Hive. The great mother, Eli, continues with her potions and throwing flip-flops. The Wizard Keychain continues to guard the mountain. Paraulata continues to sing with her cuatro, her maracas, and traveling. @eddiespino left @soldierofdreams in charge and moved to the Greek Islands.
There was a long, deafening clap of thunder. Then another more distant one.
There I found him on the road, wounded, burning with fever, unable to withstand the cold of the night. I still hear his howls on full moon nights. That alpha wolf was the love of my life.
It was a night like this, cold, dark, and filled with the howling of wolves.
“Jesus, protect us!” We all made the sign of the cross, and Estebansito looked at the moon and let out a howl.