Miguel From The Road To El Dorado Novels & Stories

Do you think Lila would be able to save Miguel and the packs? Let me know what you think.

His eyes were glued on me as he spoke with Mother Superior, laughing like they've known each other for years. "Penelope dear, please come here." Mother waved toward me. I quietly walked towards her, my heart beating faster than it'd ever beat before. "Penelope, Meet Miguel he is a dedicated donator to our parish and this Orphanage." Mother smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Miguel." Why hadn't I seen him prior to today? "Miguel traveled a month before you started your discernment, and from what he tells me he traveled to Turkey." I have never seen Mother be so happy in a long time.

Just at that moment, the gong sounded and the timer stopped reading. Elsa breathed a sigh of relief. She detached the ropes that bound the egg to the table and held the egg securely with her two hands as she limped and made her way outside. Miguel sat on the floor. He had taken this position when his egg exploded. He had sat down while feeling sorry for himself until he once more drifted off to sleep. Now that the game had come to an end, he realized that he had lost. He feared that he was going to be sent back home. He didn't know how he was going to face his father so he refused to come out of his room.

Miguel started "S...s..she lost the baby"

“You ever think maybe we went too far at that house?” “No.” “You sure?” Angelo didn’t answer right away. He just stared down at his coffee cup. The silence dragged. Then he walked over to the kitchen table, picked up his phone again, and dialed a number he hadn’t used in months. An old junky from the edges of town. The kind of guy who saw everything because he never went nowhere. The line rang twice. Then a scratchy voice answered, “Yeah?” “You seen Miguel?” A pause. Then, “Ain’t seen him. He was at that gas station off the highway. Actin’ twitchy. Kept lookin’ over his shoulder like someone was followin’ him.”

But as the sun hit his face, I saw he was younger, with soft hazel eyes instead of Raguel’s amber. He offered a warm, easygoing smile. “Thank you,” he said, his voice a smooth baritone. He lowered his bow, leaning slightly. “I didn’t hear you coming.” “I’m sorry,” I laughed awkwardly. “I thought you were Raguel.” He chuckled. “An easy mistake. I’m Miguel, his brother.” I blinked, stunned. “He has a brother?” His smile didn’t falter. “He rarely mentions me,” Miguel said lightly. He gestured to himself with an arrow. “He says I’m a dent on the family reputation.”

A week had passed since I was forced to work at Night Owl. I had somewhat gotten used to my daily routine of waking up, having breakfast and sitting around all day doing nothing until evening, when a driver would take me to work and bring me back. Miguel had bodyguards all over the house, so there was no chance of me ever escaping. Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder what kind of business Miguel was into. I could recall that day in the rain, he shot someone, but I couldn't be sure, maybe I was hallucinating.

Diego’s words kept ringing in Miguel’s head as he drove through the city. “If anything happens… find Leo and Camila. They can help you.” Miguel had asked who they were, but Diego only gave him two names and an address before passing out. The doctor said Diego needed rest, so Miguel left. Now, those two names were his only hope. He drove through dark streets, following the address on a small paper. After thirty minutes, he reached an old building at the edge of the city. It didn’t look safe. The walls were dirty, the windows were broken, and the gate was rusty.

" I really didn't feel well when I woke up this morning. I had the feeling that I was doped before bed. I can't even remember how that happened. Miguel didn't leave the house before my friends woke up, because he wanted to be there to confirm my version of us having simply left the mall and returned home. He had a natural talent for convincing humans to accept any version of a story. He said he was performing well next to the human policeman who was trying to open his eyes to the end of the world, but that it was a tiring thing, because he had to use magic to be able to sound with the necessary conviction. Only, either his magic was really as weak as the celestial dog had said, or my friends

he smiled and returned his eyes to the road. “You know he's really not as bad as you paint him out to be,” Perez added as he drove. I gazed at him, “Of course. That's what you'll say. You'd literally say anything to defend the guy. He's a God to you.” He cocked his head, and smiled, “If you put it that way, yes, he is a god in his right but that’s not it. Miguel is really a good person.” “With the way you say it I doubt you know what the word good means,” I said, throwing my gaze to the window.