Miguel lived and was born together with his brother in a great tribe whose lands extended to the mountains. During his childhood he ran and jumped freely, he learned the songs of his home with his mother Conchata who was the chief of the tribe once Miguel grew up. and his brother became hunters his gabriel was not very good but he tried it both grew up and Miguel, being the eldest, became the chief of the tribe but not before passing the test.
As chief, his long hair was decorated with feathers and different braids, paintings on his face, necklaces on his neck, the tattoo that identifies him as chief Miguel protects and cares for his tribe for years and he even had a daughter who sadly passed away from a disease.
Miguel was walking around with his brother and other centaurs, looking for signs of lenders, a sound caught everyone's attention near the river, they all sneaked up to see what was happening, they saw many different centaurs, they used tools that had never Miguel did not like this at all, something told him that nothing good would happen.
-Miguel, what do we do?- his brother asked in a whisper, Miguel looked at him and the other centaurs -Let's go back- he said simply, they all returned to the tribe, Miguel spoke with other warriors to set up guards and Miguel had to be attentive to the surroundings, those people weren't seemed to be friendly.
-lo, see sir we can use those savages to pull the train until we finish the tracks- said a centaur to his captain.
-You have to start drawing up the plan.
The days passed and Miguel did not like that calm at all, he knew that something would happen and unfortunately he was not wrong at night he was woken up by the war cry he took his knife and left his tent luckily they had planned a strategy in case there was an attack the men will protect the women and children while being led by lyla the shaman of the tribe.
Miguel and the others managed to drift some of them but they are outnumbered, Miguel was determined to defend his tribe he doesn't care about his wounds or pain will avenge his dead regardless of their strange weapons he launched towards the leader both were skilled in the fight but the man grabs Miguel's hair cut part of his hair also cutting the face of the liber, his allies managed to stab one of Miguel's hind legs.
With one of his legs bleeding he continued to fight until they had the opportunity to leave with his wounded pride he called those who were still standing to retreat as he left he realized that there was a small colt that was crying clinging to its mother and father who had died Miguel with guilt and pain had to take the child by force, he clings to him while calling his parents.
Miguel who was carrying the little one who fell asleep after crying so much and the others were walking along the escape route but to their horror they heard some voices
-This is where they fled, sir- Miguel managed to see them in the distance, with many men while on his side there were many wounded and the pain in his leg was killing him, they were tired, there was no way they could fight, they had to think, Miguel did not realize When his brother walked away from the group, he watched with horror as his brother appeared before those men, shamelessly mocking
-Hey pale faces- that made them angry. Gabriel ran into the depths of the forest being chased by those men. Miguel was about to run for his brother when he realized that he could not leave the wounded or his tribe and the little boy in his arms unprotected. heart broke he wanted so much to go for his brother but he couldn't, he didn't want to abandon his brother so with a silent prayer and tears on his face he begged.
"Spirits the ancestors please protect him so that he returns to us"
Miguel, even with that pain, continued on the road, leaving marks with the hope that his brother would find them, they found the rest of the tribe, Lyla attended to the others by order of Miguel, he took the child to a store to let him rest, even though he was injured, and checked the state of his life. his brothers and sisters when he found a young filly who was crying for her injuries but also holding a feather and a necklace tightly, Miguel quickly knew the meaning of that he approached to comfort her.
-They will accompany you, always in your heart Gwen- the girl looked at him with tears in her eyes-But I want them to be here- he said between sobs Miguel hugged the girl gently Miguel knew that one of his responsibilities was to take care of foals that they lost to his parents but in addition to his responsibility he felt a certain paternity for Gwen after all he knew her parents..... and also Miles's although he didn't feel safe after losing his daughter.
At night, Lyla treated Miguel's wounds with a mixture of herbs -You want me to even out your hair.- Lyla said. Miguel noticed the irregular cut in his hair. hanging from the hair that had a few feathers.
-Well, you should rest and Miguel said it seriously, that wound could be more serious if you don't rest- Lyla said
"I can't rest, in two days we'll continue, we can't stay here long," he said, getting up with an obvious limp.
-You should stop being so foolish- Jessica said one of the pregnant female who could be said to be a friend of the boss, she had different feathers in her hair along with various necklaces-Go rest, I'll do the surveillance tonight. She said calmly looking at Miguel although her look had a touch of sadness and tiredness.
-You are pregnant, at any moment you will give birth to your baby- said Miguel
-And you are hurt, tired and from what I heard you should take care of Gwen and Miles- he said with sadness in his voice he knew both babies it was very sad that both of them lost their parents others had also lost their father or mother but they were left in the care of a relative or remaining parent they were alone- Miguel the last thing those children need is to be alone- Miguel realized that Jessica was right he was no longer alone he simply sighed and left the store his mind returned to memories with his daughter to the pain he felt when he lost her he did not know and it was a blessing or……… a new opportunity to be a father.