On the other side of the Spiral, a boy with short black hair, a split in the bangs, and pale skin with light blue eyes, is sleeping in tribal clothes. He is in the world "Azteca," His home-world...
He wakes up, and adjusts his cloth so its on correctly and covering himself the right way and grabs two small daggers. He leaves a small hut and walks down a few streets. He chats with a store clerk and gets a fruit, and walks up to a pair of Velociraptors guards in the town called, "The Zocalo." One of them smiles at him, as if he where an old friend, and nods, and walks away. The boy wears the exact same clothes as they do, although they are tailored for someone his height. He watches over the people, as they continue through their own business.
"Its just the same as when I left it 6 years ago...Everyone still stares up at the sky; Waiting. Expecting. Praying. In the end...its all useless anyway. No matter how much we hope and dream and pray, its still there the next day." He says to himself. "Everyday its the same thing. Wake up, do your duty...and pray that tomorrow comes by." He stares up at the sky, and looks directly at a massive comet. "Xibalba. The Aztecan word for 'Hell.' Fitting considering its a giant comet that threatens to destroy this entire world and completely shatter it into thousands of pieces. The day that Xibalba falls...will be the day that all hell reigns lose." He jokes darkly to himself. "I'd rather be back there. With my friends...but my family needs me. I can't leave them. Not yet." He sighs. He eventually sits down and kicks a few pebbles out of boredom, but remains at his post. He wants to walk, but he'd be breaking the rules. Eventually, his boredom gets the better of him, and he walks around through the streets of The Zocalo.
"At this rate...if I don't leave soon I'll never see them again. I don't want that. For my friends...or family. Crap what am I supposed to do? Maybe..I can convince my parents to move to Wizard City? But...everyone would find out...no one here wants to trouble people..." He begins thinking to himself on some way he can save his family and isn't paying attention to where he is walking. He bumps into a female dinosaur carrying a fruit basket, a yellow triceratops. She squeals out of surprise, but turns to the boy.
"Oh what are you doing over here, shouldn't you be on guard duty?" She says. "What are you doing all the way over her?"
"Yeah. I got bored." He sighs. He stares up at her, and looks off into the distance. "I really wanna stay here with you guys longer but...I'm afraid...and I want to see my friends again."
"Its going to be fine. Everyone will be okay-" She stops. She can see that he is worried. "What is it? Tell me whats bothering you. My son."
"Mom...I know that when my real parents died, you promised them that you would take care of me...and I know why you want me to keep this world secret...but we can't anymore...if we keep keeping it a secret...I just feel like something bad will happen..." He sighs. "My friends are worried sick about me, and I've been so busy keeping the riots and the undead from the mines under control I just wonder if I didn't come here would I not be so...worried? Its not myself I'm scared for but everyone else. I've always been one of the smarter people, and stronger too. Even my friends know that, but if I left what would the guards do without me?"
"Well they did hold up pretty well without you." She says.
"I suppose so...but...still." He sits down on a rock. "I'm more worried about her."
"Your girlfriend?" His mother asks.
"Yeah. She must be worried sick. Worse then the others." He adds. "What if they find out I've been lying all these years?"
"They are your friends. They wouldn't care as long as your alive."
"Yeah. But..still...what if they somehow manage to find this place, and its to late? What if they die here because I couldn't help them?" He says. "I guess...I shouldn't think about it too much. I'm...thinking on going back in a few days...Although I don't want too..."
She smiles at him. And pats his back lovingly. "You've always been a good boy, always worrying about others and putting them before you...even though you aren't my own child by blood, I still care for you just as much as I would've cared for my own child...you've made my and my husbands life amazing, and your parents were always good friends out ours...if they saw you today they would be proud beyond their wildest dreams, so don't be so hard on yourself, alright...Kane?"
(End of the Story)