It's Not My Fault: Rupture
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xp_logsJulio and the brujos roll up.
The witches came under the cover of night. Men clad in white cotton shirts and pants and women in long white dresses, all adorned with precious metals and beads and wearing flowers in their hair, stepped out of the jungle to approach the steel rails that tore up the earth. Progress, its builders called it. But to the thirteen brujos, it pressaged doom to their way of life.
They kept quiet as they prepared their ritual so they would not be spotted. Six men and six women arranged themselves in a circle, and a seventh man, decades younger than the rest, stood in the middle. Julio Richter watched as his grandfather opened the leather case that held the family codex. There was not anything for him to do with this ritual, just stand there and accept the magical gift the brujos would bestow on him.
It was mostly chanting in a language Julio could not understand, with some of the brujos waving wands made of cacao branches. At first, Julio felt nothing except mild embarrassment. Had he convinced his grandparents to assemble a dozen septuagenarians to speak gibberish in the middle of the jungle? They were going to get arrested. Or worse.
But then suddenly, he felt something. Not the debilitating nausea and body-wracking pain from when he first touched the Earth five years ago. Quite the opposite. With a prayer to the saints and the gods and the Virgin Mary, Julio drank from this new wellspring of power. He could feel the planet shifting under his feet, the tectonic plates halfway across the world drifting and grinding against each other. Bolstered by their collective magic, he petitioned the Earth to aid him in his mission of rebellion and self-defense.
The Earth answered. The world trembled violently around them, but Julio was fortified and did not falter. The ground tore itself open under the railway, as if reclaiming the metal that had been mined from it to be forged into this abomination.
And that is when the bullets started flying.
The witches came under the cover of night. Men clad in white cotton shirts and pants and women in long white dresses, all adorned with precious metals and beads and wearing flowers in their hair, stepped out of the jungle to approach the steel rails that tore up the earth. Progress, its builders called it. But to the thirteen brujos, it pressaged doom to their way of life.
They kept quiet as they prepared their ritual so they would not be spotted. Six men and six women arranged themselves in a circle, and a seventh man, decades younger than the rest, stood in the middle. Julio Richter watched as his grandfather opened the leather case that held the family codex. There was not anything for him to do with this ritual, just stand there and accept the magical gift the brujos would bestow on him.
It was mostly chanting in a language Julio could not understand, with some of the brujos waving wands made of cacao branches. At first, Julio felt nothing except mild embarrassment. Had he convinced his grandparents to assemble a dozen septuagenarians to speak gibberish in the middle of the jungle? They were going to get arrested. Or worse.
But then suddenly, he felt something. Not the debilitating nausea and body-wracking pain from when he first touched the Earth five years ago. Quite the opposite. With a prayer to the saints and the gods and the Virgin Mary, Julio drank from this new wellspring of power. He could feel the planet shifting under his feet, the tectonic plates halfway across the world drifting and grinding against each other. Bolstered by their collective magic, he petitioned the Earth to aid him in his mission of rebellion and self-defense.
The Earth answered. The world trembled violently around them, but Julio was fortified and did not falter. The ground tore itself open under the railway, as if reclaiming the metal that had been mined from it to be forged into this abomination.
And that is when the bullets started flying.
