I decided the best way to start off was with the beginning.

If you have not read the actual story first, I suggest you do that first.


It was an easy job.

Sneak in, find the guitar, take it, then leave before anyone realized he was there. That was the plan.

For such a large family, you'd think that at least one of them would check if all the windows were properly closed at night. But one window had been left slightly open.

This made Ernesto's job so much easier.

The musician quietly climbed into the house through the one window that had been left opened. Unfortunately, he failed to notice the jagged wood sticking up that had prevented the window from closing. So as he slipped silently inside, he earned a small gash on his ankle.

Yes, it hurt like hell but he had a mission, he couldn't stop now.

So Ernesto bit back the pain and carried on, grinding his teeth when he had to step down with his right foot.

Most of the doors were closed, this proved to be more difficult than expected. Ernesto didn't know where these people put the guitar but one thing was certain. He was not leaving without it.

Somewhere near the end of the hallway, a door was opened just slightly but enough for De La Cruz to peek inside. From the small opening, Ernesto saw it. The miracle guitar.

As silent as possible, Ernesto pushed the door opened just enough for him to sneak into before closing the door fully.

In the center of the room was a wooden crib, as Ernesto crept by he saw a baby boy sleeping inside. The boy seemed to be around a few months maybe even a year old, not that Ernesto would know or care.

De La Cruz looked around the room, on a table were a few stuffed animals and even a card. In handwritten cursive writing, it said:

Welcome to the Family, Miguel!

Ernesto looked pass all the baby stuff to see what he had come for. With a smile, the man grasped the miracle guitar into his hand.

Now, he would remain young and handsome for years. At least, until people began to get suspicious.

De La Cruz then silently opened the single window in the small bedroom. Just as he was about to crawl out, a sudden thought made him stop.

While he was here, he might as well make sure the legend was true.

Settleing back down, De La Cruz held the guitar in front of him. As quiet as possible, the musician began to play a soft tune so the magic could heal his ankle injury.

Pulling up his pant leg, Ernesto was angry and confused to see that the gash was still there.

This couldn't be right, the town spoke of how the guitar healed the woman, it should have worked.

With more determination, Ernesto began to play the instrument again, only to stop mid-song. Just behind him was the small sound of cooing.

Turning around, Ernesto saw that the baby that had been previously sleeping in the crib was now awake and looking up at the musician.

The boy, Miguel wasn't it? Began to whimper when the music stopped, his tiny chest heave as a cry began to form.

Panicking, De La Cruz played a small tune to keep the boy from crying out and waking up the entire family.

Miguel smiled before babbling happily again, as if trying to sing along.

Just then, Ernesto felt a strange feeling on his ankle. Looking down, he saw that his wound was now gone. As if it had been healed by magic.

How? The magic didn't work before, what was different?

De la Cruz looked up at the baby boy, wheels were tueninf in his mind. Could it be possible? Could the magic of the miracle guitar be intertwined with...

"What's that noise?" a woman's voice asked, snapping De La Cruz from his realization

"It sounds like it's coming from Miguel's room," a man's voice replied

Ernesto began to panic, quickly and silently he moved towards the door and twisted the lock so they couldn't enter the room.

It sounded like the footsteps would have walked away but the baby began to whimper again when the musician wasn't playing anymore.

"Hello?" the man's voice spoke from just behind the door, "Mama? Is that you?" Ernesto began to panic a little when the knob began to turn from the outside but didn't open, "Why is the door locked?" More knocking, "Mama?"

Ernesto looked at the window, he had to go but he was not leaving with the no-longer-magical-guitar. He needed the magic.

"What's going on mijo?" an older womans voice said from behind the door.

The guitar needed Miguel in order for it's magic to work, and Ernesto needed the magic to stay young. He can't just take the guitar.

A dark look came over the mans face. He had to take Miguel as well.

"Whose in there?" the mans voice was a mixture of frightened and angry, the knocking became louder and more agressive, "Open the door!"

This wasn't the plan, Ernesto thought as he strapped on the guitar and slung it across his back. Moving more quietly, Ernesto slide towards the crib then reached inside and gently lifted the baby Miguel into his arms.

Miguel squirm as he was tucked in the strangers arm and he began to wail in fear.

Ernesto tried shushed him and tucked the blanket more around the baby. Even more carefully, Ernesto climbed out the window and ran down the street.

He had what he wanted, it just came in two parts.


With a jingle of keys, the bedroom door finally opened. Enrique, Lusia, and even Mama Elena entered the room.

Enrique quickly moved towards the open window to see a silhouette of a man running away from the house, he was holding something in his arm and a guitar was strapped to his back.

"Senor?" he called out, "Senor!"

The man didn't stop or even glance back, he disappeared into the night.

"It seems only the miracle guitar was taken," Mama Elena said as she looked around the room.

"Is anything else missing?" Ernique asked without looking away from where the man had disappeared.

"Enrique," Lusia's voice was shakey and it frightened the man, "Where's Miguel?"

The man spun around so fast it was a miracle his spine or neck didn't break. Lusia had a frightened look on her face as she stood next to the crib.

It was empty. It shouldn't be empty.

Enrique then remembered he saw a bundle in the mans arm, "Oh no,"

Fear filled his head and eh prayed that he was wrong. Turning back towards the window, he looked to where the man had disappeared and yelled with desperation, "MIGUEL!"

Far in the distance, was the faint sound of a baby crying. It didn't take long until the heartbroken parents joined in.


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