Guess who decided to jump onto the Book of Life fandom? *shamlessly pulls on sombrero and plays with gituar* OLE!

Now, then *tosses items to the side* the story behind this story... ish thing...

I want a prequel. Of Manolo's parents. and Joaquin's dad. And the two fighting for Carmen's hand. PLEEEASE MR. DEL TORO *falls on face*

Anywho, I don't know if I'm gonna write all of this story, but, enjoy it anyhow!

The air was warm and clear under the bright blue Mexican sky in the quaint little town of San Angel . The bright, warm sun didn't seem as much of a burden as it did in the summer.

At least, not on this day to Carlos Sanchez.

Today was the day the twenty- year-old man got to prove how great of a madator he could be to the world, to his ancestors, to his father.

Carlos was the only son of Luis Sanchez, who- just as his ancestors before him- was a madator, a bull fighter- and one of the greatest ones there ever was, too!

Carlos tried to sweep back the curl in his hair, hoping quietly it would stay in place and not fall in his eyes- a very bad habit. His fingers nervously fiddled with the gold beads that hung on his green suit, wishing his insides were steel, like how his father seemed to be when he was in the middle of the arena.

A knock on the door. A tiny knot formed in Carlos' stomach.

"It's time," he uttered to himself as he grabbed the blood red cloth that hung on the door.

Carlos walked in the entrance leading to the arena- the same one as his ancestors did for two- hundred years prior. He shielded his eyes from the blazing sunlight that reflected off of the sandy ground in the arena, adorned with seats filled to the maximum.

His breath was caught in awe at the sight of hundreds cheering, awaiting for the bloody sport to start.

A cool hand touched his shoulder. Carlos know who it was.

"Hello, Papa."

Luis gave a proud smile. "Hello, mi hijo. Are you ready?"

Carlos shrugged. "I'm a bit frightened, I'll confess."

Luis laughed. "Of course you are! Every Sanchez is in his first corrida de toros . It would be almost too ridicules to not be!"

Carlos felt his father turn him around to face him. "Carlos, my son, for two hundred years, the Sanchez family has been in your-" with every word, Luis poked his son's broad chest- "exact place."

Carlos gave a nervous chuckle. He felt so... so small, so meek, thinking about what his ancestors had done. His great grandfather had fought a bull with no cloth. His grandfather fought a bull with one arm and leg... okay, maybe they both got mortally injured, but that didn't mean he couldn't do something that great.

"You're going to be remembered by everyone-" Luis motioned to the arena- "here today. And, who knows, maybe you'll even catch a few senorita's eyes with those classic Sanchez looks!"

Carlos blushed. "Oh, father, I don't know a single thing about women, and you know that."

Luis shrugged. "Who knows, maybe today is the day." Luis gave his son a playful shove. "Now, get out there, and show what twelve years of preparing for this moment has taught you!"

Carlos nodded. "Si." He felt someting inside of him... spark. He felt himself come alive.

"And, Carlos?"

"Yes, papa?" Carlos turned back one more time to look at his father.

"I'm proud of you." Louis smiled.

The spark inside of Carlos' chest grew, and a new spark- this time of warmth- grew with it. "Thank you, papa."

"Now, don't get killed out there." Louis handed his son the cloth.

Carlos gave a grin- one that accompanied the Sanchez look he inherited. "We're madators, it's what we do best."

Carlos turned and strode to the entrance, feeling six feet taller .

He took in a breath. "It's show time."

And, with one single step, his whole world changed.

AWWWW YISS THIS WAS FUUUUUN

I think I will be writing more... you know, if STUPID SCHOOL DOESN'T KEEP PILING UP.

Stay tuned, misamigos cercanos!

Translations

Mi hijo- My son

corrida de toros- bull fight

mis amingos cercanos- my close friends