So there it was, La Terra de Los Muertos as they call it. The place the humans go after they use their lives. It wasn’t a bad place, but Maui definitely wouldn’t want to spend the eternity there.
Well, personal tastes aside, the Demigod wasn’t there as a tourist, as a matter of fact, he pretty much invaded the place without permission from either his or this place’s gods. For this reason, he tried to look as inconspicuous as possible, wandering across the streets of this realm as a mere mouse, until he finally reached the place that held the object he yearned for.
The Medal Of The Everlasting Life.
Maui was just entering the house from a small hole on the wall, and he already knew that this was the artifact. Oh boy, once Maui gets this to the humans, they’ll HAVE to love him.
And thus, the Demigod cautiously got closer and closer to the object, making sure to scan his surroundings.
The celebration was far too grand for distractions, much less ladrónes, for that matter. Besides, safety was ensured (or, at least, they believe it was) for the Land of the Remembered, much more in her dwelling.
No one then would suspect intruders, save of course for a lost fellow--a young child whose shirt fits loosely on his tiny skeleton body--who seemed to witness the mouse in the room where the medal was safely put, and out of, perhaps, worldly force of habits from when he was alive, had attempted to shoo it away, ever blocking the exit in the hopes of catching it.
“Ay! That’s La Muerte’s! Shoo, shoo!”
Quite disappointing to know that his minute palms might not be enough. ✿
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