Miguel's POV
Finally! We're back in Spain! We, (Altivo, Tulio, Chel and me) had paid for a decent house at the edge of Spain, in a large, but not overly busy town, we had paid abit of the golden horseshoes on Altivo, we're still rich! I glanced back a Chel and Tulio, who were kissing passionately. Ugh, really?
"Hey! Tulio and Chel! I'm going to go and look around" I called, and slipped out the door. Tulio finally stopped hoovering Chel face and yelled "MIGUEL! Stop-" Oh well, I'll just pretend I didn't hear him.
I wandered the streets in a daze, remembering El Dorado and it's beautiful city, sure, the high priest was a nutter, but everything else was great there. I felt a pang of loss in my heart, knowing that I'll never see it again, but I shook it off. Trying to get my mind off it, I slipped down a alleyway and realized I was in the main market.
I saw a odd, but beautiful cabin close by, with a large crowd round it.
Curious I walked over and saw on the cabin it said "THE BELLDANCER OF SPAIN" written in gold writing, with contrasted well with the light blue and lavender cabin.
What?
"What's this about?" I asked a man next to me. "The bell-dancer travels all over Spain, and she is very beautiful. She is called the bell-dancer because she wears bells when she dances and can dance wonderfully well to the music of the bells" He explained. The crowd suddenly went silent, and the cabin's roof opened and fell onto the floor, along with the rest of the cabin, turning into a small stage.
It was all silent until a loud bang was heard and everything around us turned into smoke. Then, when the smoke cleared, there was a hooded figure in the middle of the stage. It was motionless, then a tanned arm appeared from behind the cloak, and it started shaking a large bell.
Suddenly, the figure threw the cloak off and a band nearby started up a jazzy, cheerful tune.
But my eyes didn't leave the figure as it started to dance. The figure was a slender, tanned girl about my age, with sparkling emerald eyes, with dark red, wavy hair with a long side-fringe that half-covered her right eye, that was the colour of rubies that swayed around her waist like Chels, with dark pouty lips and thick, black eyelashes that made her striking eyes stand out even more. She was wearing a green, strapless dress that matched her eyes, with a red and gold bodice and a red sarong around her curvy hips. She had lots of small bells on the end of her dress and at the end of her sarong, and she had gold earrings, necklace and bracelets on. She was the most beautiful girl I had even seen.
She danced perfectly to the music, the bells on her dress ringing sweetly as her body moved in time with the music.
She turned and twisted, doing one perfect cartwheel after another, and then she swayed in time to the music, her body spinning in the sun, her tanned shoulders wiggling seductively, and she turned round, her back to us, and out of nowhere, pulled a red, silk scarf with silver roses on from her hands and danced with it, looking like she had been practicing to be a ribbion dancer her whole life.
She then crouched down and pulled a young man up onto the stage, and started dancing next to him sexily, shaking her hips.
Dumb-folded the man didn't do anything but stare at her, so then she teasingly kicked him off the stage and pulled another man up. Steadily, she pulled up one man after another, until I was the only one who hadn't danced on the stage with her.
Grinning, I grabbed a nearby guitar and jumped up on the stage with her, deciding to try and impress her. I danced with her, playing the guitar skilfully. The girl grinned and pulled me next to her as we both danced. She giggled and whipped her scarf around me neck, and pulled my head closer to hers and then kissed me on the cheek.
It was only a small kiss on the cheek, but it still made my skin burn and my heart leap. Then she pushed me off the stage laughing. I stumbled clumsily down the stage, still dazed by the kiss.
The girl then did a perfect somersault and ended in the splits. The crowd went wild, cheering and screaming. The girl grinned, and bowed, her eyes sparkling with happiness and laughter.
Then the smoke appeared again, and covered her. Everyone's view was clouded by the smoke.
Though by the time the smoke had cleared, the cabin was no longer a stage and the girl was gone.
I then glanced down at my clasped hands, and realized I still held her scarf.
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