Excerpt
Prologue
Lightning
streaked across a midnight dark sky, making the neck hairs
of
a five-year-old girl crouched beneath a cluster of twenty-foot pines
in the
Turquoise
Mountains of Aztlan stand on end. The long wavy strands of her
auburn
mane floated outward with the static charge. It felt as though the
world
was about to end.
Seconds
later, lightning struck a lone tree nearby and a crash of thunder
shook
the ground. Her body rocked back and forth, trembling with terror.
She
lost
her footing, sandstone crumbling beneath her feet, and then regained
it;
still,
she did not feel safe. There appeared to be reddish eyes watching
from
behind
scrub oaks and mountain pines, scanning her every movement and
watching
her quick breaths. Then everything became silent.
The
girl leaned against the trunk of the nearest tree. The night air
wrapped
its frigid arms tightly around her, and she wondered if she would
freeze
to death or, even worse, stay there through the night and by morning
be
nothing
but the blood and bones left by hungry animals. Her breaths became
quicker
and were so shallow that no air seemed to reach her lungs. The dusty
earth
gave up quick bursts of sand from gusts of northerly winds that blew
so
fiercely
into her nostrils that she coughed but tried to stifle the sounds
because
she
didn't want to be noticed.
As
she squeezed her arms around the trunk of the pine tree, the scent of
sap
was soothing. Finally, the wind died down and sand stopped blowing
into
her
face. She slowly opened her eyes, hoping she would be in another
place,
but
she was not; in fact, the reality of her waking nightmare was more
obvious
than
ever.
Wide-eyed
with fear at the nightmarish scene playing out before her,
she
clung to the tree. In the distance, she saw her mother raising a
staff with
both
hands, her arm muscles bulging underneath her soaked blouse. Directed
straight
ahead, her mother's gaze was like that of an eagle, her power as
mighty
as
the winds and the lightning. The girl loved her mother and, through
her
mind,
sent her strength so that she would win this battle and the two of
them
could
safely go away from this scary place.
The
girl turned to follow as her mother's gaze shifted to an area
farther
away
and so dark that only shadows seemed to abide there. To and fro her
mother's
eyes darted before fixing on a black-cloaked figure who emerged from
behind
a huge boulder surrounded by tall trees whose branches crisscrossed
the
sky. He was much bigger than her mother, at least by a foot, and his
cloak
flapped
wildly as winds once again ripped through the mountains.
Swinging
a long, hooked pole, the man bounded toward her mother like
a
hungry beast toward its prey. His black cloak looked like the wings
of a huge
bat
as they reflected the eerie light of the full moon. As his pole
caught the
moonlight
and a golden glow bounced back onto the figure, the girl saw his
face
with its cold blue eyes that pierced the nighttime chill. He seemed
to grow
bigger
with each step, and the girl's heart pounded so loudly that she was
sure
he
would be able to hear it.
The
stranger stopped a short distance from the girl. Crouched low
between
rows of trees, trying to make herself disappear, she saw him clearly
as
he
threw his head back and let out a high-pitched cry like a rabid
coyote. The
air
crackled. Thunder struck. Lightning flashed. She was blinded and then
could
see again.
Quick
as a crazed coyote jumps and bites, the man struck her mother, his
black
cape flapping wildly in the wind.
The
girl leapt to her feet, her legs trembling, her knees buckling.
Straining
to see through the branches, she was terrified.
The
moon vanished behind dark clouds rolling overhead. Then came
a
scream of terror that cut to the bone. Now the night was lit up again
by
lightning
flashing across the mountain range, and the girl could see the
blackhooded
man
hit her mother again and again.
Her
mother crumpled to the ground and stopped moving.
The
girl's hand flew to her open mouth, stifling a scream.
The
man stood over her mother, his long pole poised in the air, ready to
strike
again.
A
twig snapped in the forest, and the girl spun toward the sound,
holding
her
breath. Then she saw three gray forms slowly creeping toward her
through
the darkness and recognized them as wolves. She was not afraid as
they
encircled her, their warm fur brushing her skin. One after another,
the
wolves
lifted their snouts and looked into her eyes, each silently
communicating
that
she would be protected.
Her
mother cried out again. The girl turned and saw her rising to her
feet,
then striking the man's chest with her staff.
As
he batted his pole against her shoulders, her staff flew out of her
hands,
landing yards away in a thicket of scrub oak.
Her
mother screamed and blindly groped for it.
The
girl jumped up, then stopped when the black-hooded figure looked
her
way. Tears clouded her vision, and all she saw was darkness. Tears
rolled
down
her cheeks, dropping into the tiny stream of water running beneath
the
tree
she was clutching. She looked down and saw the dim reflection of her
frightened
self.
As
she peered through the trees to catch sight of her mother, a wailing
wind
blew the man's cloak into the air, making him again look like a
monstrous
bat.
Once more he swung his rod high and smashed it against the back
of
her mother's head. She saw and heard her mother's body thump
against the
hollowed
trunk of the lightning-struck tree and slump to the ground. The evil
man
bent over her mother's limp body and howled.
Suddenly,
the girl felt arms encircle her waist, and she was swept away,
deeper
into the forest. She sobbed and at first let herself be taken because
she
had
no strength. But then she became angry and started pushing against
the
arms
carrying her, trying to escape and run back to her mother. She wanted
to
make
her mother well, and then this nightmare would stop and they could go
away.
"Hush
now, child," said a voice she recognized as that of her mother's
closest
friend. "The man cannot harm you, mijita,
as
long as you are with us.
We
will make him think you are dead. But you must be very quiet. Ya
no
llores,"
the woman warned, raising a finger to her lips.
The
woman then carried her into a dark cave illuminated by the light
of
a single candle. The cave was frightening, with shadows of what
appeared
to
be goblins and demons dancing on the red sandstone walls. "I will
return for
you
soon. You will be safe here," the woman said. The girl watched the
woman
walk
away, shivering as a breeze blew through the cave's narrow
passages.
Closing
her eyes, she rocked back and forth-imagining herself safe in
her
mother's arms-then opened her eyes to the light of the full moon
shining
through
the mouth of the cave. The shadows on the walls were just shadows
now,
no longer goblins and demons. As she slipped into a trance, images
flickered
in her mind. She saw the woman who had brought her to this place
scattering
pieces of raw meat around the open mesa where her mother had
struggled,
helped by two other women the girl could not identify.
Suddenly,
the scene shifted to a stone ledge jutting over the mesa, and
she
heard the pounding footsteps of a man running toward the women. The
girl
felt
her heart race and her breathing quicken, afraid that the bad man
would
spot
them and kill them. Then the image shifted again, and she now saw on
the
mesa
three gray wolves circling the raw meat and the man walking away from
the
granite ledge. As he left, she heard his thought: The
child is dead.