Chapter four

A small pale rose blur zipped around and through the town of San Angel, towards the bull arena where something unusual was about to happen.

At the rim of the arena where they could get a good view stood both La Muerte and Xibalba. As always La Muerte had her calm and pleasant smile, while Xibalba stood there hunched up on his two head snake cane with a bored expression.

"So" began Xibalba "Where is that little daughter of ours?" he asked a bit harshly

Her smile vanished "Oh will you let her be, it's hard enough granting children's wishes on their birthdays" she turned away from him, arms crossed "And she doesn't need you to add on" she finished

"Well excuse me for being an unsupportive father" Xibalba grunted "But it's just….." he began but stopped himself

"But what?" she asked, slowly turning her head towards him

"Nothing, it's just nothing" he quickly added, moving his eyes to sky then back at the arena

"Oh Balby…." La Muerte whispered with a disappointed tone

"Mamá? Papá?" came a small child's voice, with a bit of a Mexican accent in it

This caused both gods to turn around, only to find a small pale rose colored quetzalcoatl smiling shyly right at them.

At the sight of her daughter, La Muerte's smile came back "Oh mi hija, it's so nice to finally see after all these years" then gave her daughter a warm embrace, her daughter returning the embrace back but loosened her hold to see her father's back turned to them

"Wait a minute!" she turned to see Ricky sitting there with a face of pure shock, along with the other children "So La Muerte and Xibalba are like-"

"Your parents!?" finished Santiago, his mouth agape

"Yes" she simply said, and let out a small chuckle "Now, may we continue?" Pequena gestured to the book

Both Ricky and Santiago nodded, still a bit shocked yet surprisingly content. Pequena just smiled and rolled her eyes at them before turning back to the book.

"Now where was I….oh that's right" she placed her paw almost in the center of the page, and went on reading

Oblivious to a larger dark form that slowly slithered around and through the ancient artifacts, while flicking in and out its long inky green snake like tongue, picking which child it will soon devour.