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Final Chapter-¿Quién protegerá Zorro?
Gasps filled the entire mob. Diego could see his father standing in the middle. The Comandante was laughing evilly, until he spoke up again. "Alejandro, come up here. Take a last look at your son...before he dies." Comandante blared. Zorro protected the people, but who would protect Zorro?
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Bernardo struggled to brake free of the Lancers. There was only one thing left to do. "W-w-wait! I'm Zorro, I'm the real Zorro!" He blurted out, sloppily. Everyone tried to figure out whose voice it was. Alejandro and Diego stared. Bernardo looked on, sorry and ashamed. Yet at the same time, he was almost proud of himself. He tried getting the crowds' attention. "It was me all along. Let Diego go, now." He stated. Garcia let go again, but this time no one tried to stop Diego. Faces registered disbelief. Some, content, as if they knew it was him. Diego wanted to help, but it was too late now, nothing would be able to stop what the Comandante was about to do next. "Take him to the gallows. Tonight was Zorro's last performance." Comandante chuckled. A grin began creeping over his already satisfied face. Sergeant Garcia stood up, protesting the evil action. "No, I can not let you do this. The Little One can't be Zorro, he's too small." Sergeant boasted. Bernardo never stopped and realized he was shorter than Diego. Garcia continued: "Come to think of it, the real Zorro looks like you, Comandante." This caught him off guard. Suddenly, the mob started shouting their agreements. "Take him to the gallows!" Most shouted. Garcia grabbed him. As the Comandante struggled, Garcia turned to Bernardo. "Run!" Garcia said. And so he did, Bernardo ran, and no one saw where he went...
Final Chapter-¿Quién protegerá Zorro?
Gasps filled the entire mob. Diego could see his father standing in the middle. The Comandante was laughing evilly, until he spoke up again. "Alejandro, come up here. Take a last look at your son...before he dies." Comandante blared. Zorro protected the people, but who would protect Zorro?
ZZZZZZZZ
Bernardo struggled to brake free of the Lancers. There was only one thing left to do. "W-w-wait! I'm Zorro, I'm the real Zorro!" He blurted out, sloppily. Everyone tried to figure out whose voice it was. Alejandro and Diego stared. Bernardo looked on, sorry and ashamed. Yet at the same time, he was almost proud of himself. He tried getting the crowds' attention. "It was me all along. Let Diego go, now." He stated. Garcia let go again, but this time no one tried to stop Diego. Faces registered disbelief. Some, content, as if they knew it was him. Diego wanted to help, but it was too late now, nothing would be able to stop what the Comandante was about to do next. "Take him to the gallows. Tonight was Zorro's last performance." Comandante chuckled. A grin began creeping over his already satisfied face. Sergeant Garcia stood up, protesting the evil action. "No, I can not let you do this. The Little One can't be Zorro, he's too small." Sergeant boasted. Bernardo never stopped and realized he was shorter than Diego. Garcia continued: "Come to think of it, the real Zorro looks like you, Comandante." This caught him off guard. Suddenly, the mob started shouting their agreements. "Take him to the gallows!" Most shouted. Garcia grabbed him. As the Comandante struggled, Garcia turned to Bernardo. "Run!" Garcia said. And so he did, Bernardo ran, and no one saw where he went...
