Chapter 14
The Cat's Disdain
'La Reina' surveys her surroundings with feline indifference, unaware of the heroic saga Camilo has woven around her simple grooming appointment.
The air in our humble abode, usually thick with the scent of Negra’s contented snores and the faint, ever-present aroma of burnt toast, suddenly crackled with an energy I could only describe as… destiny. Mother, bless her practical heart, had just delivered her decree. "Camilo, Juliana," she’d said, her voice a gentle but firm wave that nudged us both toward an unknown horizon, "I need you to retrieve La Reina."
La Reina. The very syllables sent shivers down my spine, a delicious tremor of anticipation. My mind, a canvas perpetually awaiting the strokes of adventure, immediately painted a grand tapestry. La Reina. It wasn't a name for any common creature. This was a title, a designation for someone of immense importance, perhaps a deposed monarch, a kidnapped princess, or even a mystical artifact guarded by ancient beasts. The possibilities, like stars in a newly discovered galaxy, were infinite and dazzling.
Juliana, ever the pragmatist, simply raised an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air. "La Reina? From where?" Her tone, while devoid of my own soaring enthusiasm, held a certain weary curiosity. She knew me. She knew that when I heard words like "La Reina," my internal hero meter, which, I might add, is calibrated to a rather impressive sensitivity, went off the charts.
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