Summary:
Everyone knows the story of Zorro a legendary masked man in black and his son Juaquin. But what happened when Juaquin grows up? what love and adventure does he find? As he grows and trains to take his father's place.
Chapter 1
I was sweating like a pig. My 'dear', 'loving' father was sitting beside me with his feet resting on my back as he read his book, while I was doing pushups over about 3 dozen candles
"Tell me again why I am doing this" I asked
"Because this is how your grandfather trained me while I was becoming Zorro and so this is how I will train you while you are becoming Zorro," he answered
"Right, so how long am I going to be doing this papi?" I asked as I did my 50th pushup.
"Until I say so"
"Bueno" I mumbled 'I wonder if my grandfather was this cryptic' I thought to myself.
My father had been training me for about a month now, everyday we do something different or just repeat something I've already done. And after a week I'm starting too regret asking him to teach me. But I'll have to learn it sometime right? After all I am his legacy and besides I can't let my father keep doing it, especially now with his bad shoulder.
What is that American phrase? 'Just grin and bear it,' and that's exactly what I'll do.
Suddenly my mother came down the steps into Zorro's lair, looked at us, sighed and put her hands on her hips as she addressed her husband.
"Alejandro, dont you think he's had enough for today?"
"The training is grueling but if he wants to take my place as Zorro he's going to have to get used to the work" he replied.
"Fine" she sighs "but you'll have to train him some more later, I promised Rosalita we would drop by before la fiesta de _"
She and my father shared a look then my father looked at me, removed his feet from my back and said "alright Juaqin you've had enough for today go wash up and prepare to go with your mother.
I got up from were I was doing my pushups very carefully avoiding the candles. I ran up the stairs and to my room to change and clean myself.
After everything that happened with Armand when I was a kid, we became a family this time it was better, now I had a new respect for my father. Sometimes I still felt a little jealous of my father's other life, and craved more I understood, my father has an obligation to the people, besides its who he is, who I will be,I can't just ask him to change. And I don't want him to, my father is my hero always has been, probably always will be.
We found Rosalita in the bazaar and after making the initial comment on how fast I'm growing and how much I look like my father she started a conversation with my mother. While my mother was talking to Rosalita I decided to look around and see what mischief I could cause, hopefully without getting caught.
I walked around the bazaar and looked at all the shops that could be seen when I was a child all the shops were run by Californians but now there were also stands where Americans could sell their products its been like that ever since California became a state, it was an interesting change
I kept walking until I came to the end of the shops at the bazaar and found an old barn. However the barn is not what intrigued me, there was someone inside Gregorio Barn.
Gregorio Barn is the 'scary house' of our town, some even claim it's haunted. I don't know if I beleive that, but I do beleive that someone is in there now. And they're moving, fast.
I walked through the door and saw what was making all the noise. I was shocked and intrigued by what I saw. I never expected to see