The Curse Of The Red Wolf

Year :1020 CE

Location: Chiapas, Mexico 

Time: early evening 

The streets were flooded with people in a festive mood, it's El que es LUNA the festival, the celebration of the moon god.

The locals and natives took this festival really seriously, they danced and made animal sacrifices to the moon god, some even cut themselves with knives, in hopes that the gods will be kind to them and grant them a great harvest season.

It was very much believed that during this time presence of great magic is flowing through the land and this magic could be used for healing and curing any illness and infirmities, so those who were sick or dying were brought to the temple during this festive day and they were prayed for.

There was also a belief by the locals that the flow of magic during this day can also be used for great evil, an evil that has not been seen from the beginning of the world's founding.

However it was only theoretical no one has ever used the flow of power on this day for evil but things were about to change...

The locals were not the only ones who came to observe the festival of the moon (El que es LUNA ) tourists from all over the world, especially American and European, travel down to Mexico for just this purpose, to celebrate with the locals.

Not because they believe in it, on the contrary they saw it as something to laugh about but they do enjoy the beautiful music and dancing accustomed to this festival while some of them simply came for the beautiful Mexican ladies.

That was the case of this young man, Eric Damian. A young American scholar who came to experience this trilling mix of fun but almost barbaric celebration for the first time.

He didn't make the journey alone, two of his closest buddies came with him. Briana Love and Christopher john.

They also came expecting a night their young minds won't be forgetting anytime soon and so far so good.

They had joined the locals in dancing and singing even though they were singing off rhythm they didn't really care, they were having too much fun to feel embarrassed plus they were in the company of beautiful Mexican ladies, who by the look of things fancy their American charming look.

Eric Damian was eyeing one of the local girls in particular. She had long hair, a pretty face, nice soft skin and she danced really great - moving and twisting her waist as if she has no bones.

His two friends were simply after anything wearing a skirt, drinking and flirting with all the girls around...

The festival started early in the morning and it was already getting dark but the party was only getting started.

The drums started beating loudly as soon as the moon slowly started appearing in the sky, likewise the singing, chanting and dancing all increased.

More than a dozen sheep and cows were then lined up for sacrifice and an Elder Chief who was in charge of the slaughtering and sacrificing of the animals stepped up the rocky altar.

He then started chanting some strange words in his mother tongue, at the end of each chant he slit the neck of an animal.

Vida Sangre Luna

Vida Sangre LUNA

Vida SANGRE LUNA

VIDA SANGRE LUNA

VIDA SANGRE LUNA 

The chanting became more and more louder as the slaughtering progressed.

The three Americans, especially Damian became really curious to know what he was saying.

“ what is he saying, ” 

He asked one of the native girls standing close by.

“ Vida Sangre Luna - meaning life, blood and moon, ” 

She explained but Eric still had that curious look on his face.

So she explained further.

 “ He is praying for the moon god to accept the life and blood of the animals in exchange for a fruitful harvest. ”

“ oh I see sounds good, ” 

Eric said with a faint smile afterwards

He really didn't believe in the sacrifice and everything happening there.

“ So how many quantities of blood of cows and sheep does your moon god need before he hears your prayers? ” Christopher asked sarcastically.