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When will my life begin - Chapter 1; El camaleón desaparecido au

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Chapter 2

Camilo POV

I shot up in a cold sweat, panting and looking around with wide eyes. That dream happened again…sigh. I can never seem to get a break from it. And it’s always the same old thing. People are chasing me with weapons…

I take a deep breath and shake my head. Get over it Milo, you have chores to do! So, at a quick pace I get out of bed and stretch my back and arms. A good night's sleep to say the least. My feet meet the soft and fluffy chameleon slippers mi hermana made for me and I smile softly at the texture.

7 A.M the usual morning lineup!

Behind me, a little yawn could be heard. I turn around and see my pet Chameleon Pepi perched up on my pillow. Her green eyes meet mine and I smile wider.

“Hola Pepi! Did you sleep well?” I softly pet her small head and pick her up.

She nodded and stretched as well.

“Good, now let’s get ready for the day” I say cheerfully as I sit her down on top of my dresser and rummage through the drawers. I pick up shirt after shirt, all of which I’ve worn already. Sigh, guess I’ll have to borrow my sister's old ones again or make more.

No matter, I know which shirt to go with. In the very bottom drawer, I pull out a multicolored shirt. All the colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, teal, navy blue, tiffany blue, light purple, dark purple, and magenta.

I don’t know why I like these colors specifically…they just feel so familiar. And not in a ‘these are just colors of the rainbow’ sort of way. In a way that…I don’t know how to describe it…they just feel familiar.

Any who, I put the shirt on and straighten it out. I smile lightly and search for some pants and my pink rauna. After that’s all done I look at myself in the mirror and twirl. I can’t look at it for too long though…this damn scar.

I’ve always had it. From the top of my scalp, down my eyebrow to eye, to the bottom of my jaw. My mamá said she found me with it at the bottom of a river….that’s when she took me in of course.

I can’t stand it. It makes me ugly…or at least…that’s what Marcela says. And she’s not wrong, it’s hideous. Not to mention I’m partially blind because of it. I hate it! And Marci or Mama won’t even let me use makeup to cover it up.

Emilia doesn’t use any so she doesn’t even have some I can borrow…not that I ask her to buy any for me either.

Any who! I snap myself out of it and search for my sandals. Once I find them under the bed I grab them and put them on. As comfortable as ever…but I may need to tweak them, they feel small.

I felt like something was missing, though I couldn’t remember what. I scratch my head and feel the curls under my fingers.I look around Oh that’s right, my headscarf! I search through the third bottom drawer and find it, soon tying it around my hair.

Pepi squeaks for my attention, her gaze a little angry. I guess I did just leave her there. I chuckle and pick her up, putting her on my right shoulder.

“You know, any chameleon would’ve gotten themselves down from that spot right?”

Pepi shot an unamused glare at me and I quietly chuckled. “ aw what? did I hit a nerve- OW!” Pepi smacked my ear with her tail. “Sorry! Jeez…so sensitive”

I walked toward my bedroom door and turned the handle. Time to start the day!

Start on the chores. And sweep till the floors are all clean!

Camilo scrubbed the pink stairs thoroughly. This was one of his many chores he had during the day, but thankfully he had someone to help. His older sister, Emilia, always helped him. If he had to sweep the floors, so would she. If he was tasked to cook dinner, she would help him prepare it.

She, as well as his mother and other sister, have been there since he could remember. Emi taught him how to sew, how to cook, read, math, just anything she could seeing as he wasn’t allowed out past the mansion gates.

“Hey emi?”

Emilia looked at her adoptive hermanito. Her dark skin and brown eyes shining under the morning sun shining through. Her fluffy curly hair tied back as she sat on the stairs with a broom in her hands.

“Si milo?” she smiled lightly. Her voice was always soft and welcoming when he was around.

“Do you have any old shirts for me to borrow? All of the ones I have are old” Camilo pouted and furrowed his brows as she scrubbed. A certain stain wouldn't go away.

“I’ll see what I have. But don’t you dare think I don’t know it was you who ate the last bunuelos from yesterday you little sneak! I wanted those…” Emilia put her hand on her hip as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You snooze, you lose sis!” Camilo chuckled, “and from what I remember. I made those bunuelos, so I have a right to eat them.”

(This is an art trade from @gamerbearmira. It fit the scene so well I had to include it)

“I helped!” Emilia playfully shoved him, causing Milo to laugh. “And there were five of them left, you couldn’t leave at least two?”

“It’s called sleep eating! A very serious and sad condition Emi, how could you not understand what I have to go through?” Camilo said dramatically, putting her hand on her forehead as she leaned back.

“You are so dramatic”

“And don’t you forget it!”

Emilia smirked at him, like a malicious cat “...your on laundry duty by the way”

“Noooo-”

Polish and wax. Do laundry. And mop and shine up!

During tedious chores like these, Emi found a way to make things fun. For instance, when it came to mopping the floors. She and Milo would put scrubbing brushes (with soap on them) on their feet and twirl around with a mop. They even made it a game of sorts.

“Emilia is far behind the lucky Chameleon, seems like someone is going to be eating some bubbles” Camilo teased as he sped past her. Cleaning the floor as he did so. Pepi stuck her tongue out at Emi as she was perched on Milo’s shoulder.

“Oh that’s what you think!”

In the blink of an eye, Emilia somehow gained speed. To be a light tease, she spun around Camilo on one foot. Her leg high up as she looked elegant and graceful. While he was stunned she took the chance to grab Pepi, put her on her shoulder, and push Camilo to the floor.

“HEY! That’s cheating!”

“Come on Milo, don’t be a sore loser!” she yelled out as she skated through the blindingly pink house.

La casa Baltazar is a very large mansion, somewhat like a mini castle even. What made it stand out?...all the various shades of pink. Their mother, Gabriella, LOVED the color pink in all of its shades.

That’s why Camilo’s rauna is various shades of pink. It’s a way to appease her and make her happy. He tried to wear other colors…it didn’t go so well. That’s why Camilo wears the other familiar colors, under his rauna.

Emilia can’t stand the colors but wears them to make her mother happy. Marcela however, loves it just as much as her mother does. Will wear it any chance she gets…which is everyday…like her mother.

As the child slowly got off the floor, slipping many times in the process, he managed to catch up to her. But she was already to the finish line. In other words the kitchen.

“You lose! You owe me YOUR desert for the next week” Emilia laughed heartily

Camilo stuck his tongue out at her and took Pepi back. He eyed Pepi and she just gave him a smug smile. “You're a traitor, you know that? You could’ve at least put your tongue in her ear. Like you ALWAYS do to me whenever I wake a second past seven”

“Oh don’t be mad because she likes me more than you!” Emilia giggled as she sat down at the kitchen table and took the scrub brushes off her feet.

Pepi decided to be petty and stuck her tongue in her ear. She knew he hated it, that’s why she did it. The small creature could only do so much with her body so she had to have her fun in some way.

“AGH, PEPI!”

Sweep again and by then it’s like 7:15!

8:56 struck on the clock and so far seven chores have been accomplished. There’s more but it’s still an accomplishment. Now it was time to make breakfast. Something simple and fast of course. Their mother or sister didn’t make any requests, so they just chose anything.

“How about changua?” Camilo asked with bright eyes. It’s his favorite and easy to make.

“Meh, sure,” Emi shrugged. Who was she to deny him his favorite thing in the world? And it’s not like he asked for it all the time.

Changua is a typical breakfast in Bogotá, the capital of Colombia. It's a soup made with milk, scallions, bread, cilantro and eggs. Together, Emilia and Camilo did their own tasks to make the meal be done quicker…even though the dish itself barely took six minutes.

Emi Placed the milk and water in a medium pot and brought it to a boil. Cami added the onion, salt and pepper and let it cook for three minutes. Emi reduced the heat to medium and added the eggs without breaking them.

After the eggs cooked for three minutes, and both siblings were done chopping up cilantro and scallions, added the ingredients in.

Some familiar mice crawled from under the bottom drawers and approached Camilo with squeaks. One had a small shirt with a teal blue s and the other had a red bow on its tail. Lolo and Mira! The two little mice Camilo liked dressing up. Milo smiled and took a bread slice from the bread box, broke it apart and handed it to them.

Pepi glared at the two mice. She only liked it when Camilo was paying attention to her.

“Hey girls! It’s funny you two always show up when it’s food time.” Camilo chuckled as he watched the two scamper off with the bread slices.

Emi rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Hey, Dr. Doolittle! Help me set the table”

Camilo did just that and made some black coffee for his mama. He knows how irritated she can be in the morning. By the time Emilia finished pouring soup in the fourth bowl Gabriella and Marcela walked into the kitchen looking as elegant and snobby as ever.

“Morning mama,” Camilo and Emilia said. Though Camilo sounded a little more chipper than her.

“Where’s my coffee?” Gabriella said, pinching her nose bridge. Camilo quickly came up to her and gave her the coffee.

“Here you go mama. All black with a little sugar, just how you like it”

Gabriella gave milo a sickeningly fake smile as she took the coffee from him. Oh how she hated him…she hated that he belonged to a family that inherited magic...but decided to never show it. Camilo was a people pleaser by nature and Gabiella knew it. That was the only reason why she was “nice” to him.

She always gives him reasons to please her and if certain needs weren’t met, she would pull crocodile tears to make him do it right. Or just fake being upset. It always works. Gabriela would remain on an in-between spectrum of “I’m not disappointed but I’m not proud either” when it came to him.

“Thank you mijo” she patted his head and quickly shut the smile off. Fully knowing Camilo felt like he did something wrong because of it.

“Are we seriously having changua for breakfast?” Marcela scowled as she pushed the bowl away from her.

“Yeah, what of it?” Emi shot her a glare, Marcea shot a glare back.

“Now now ninas, no need for that. I’m sure that Camilo or Emilia can make something else for you" Gabriella said with a voice as sweet as honey. She knew good on well what she was doing.

Emi's widened, "Say what now?!"

Camilo's smile almost dropped but he held it together "I- I guess so. What would you like marci-"

"I would like something else as well" Gabriella added

"Oh well...alright. What would you both like"

He is seriously not about to fall for this, Emi thought.

"I want Huevos Pericos" Marcela said proudly, "And don't burn the eggs!"

" Caldo de Costilla for me," Gabrilla said as she sipped her coffee.

"Are they serious?! Huevos pericos is easy but Caldo de Costilla takes about 40 minutes to an hour to make. And both these pendeja's know we've been doing nothing but chores all morning" Emilia thought.

Camilo's hands clenched into a fist but he kept a smile, "No problema mama y hermana, right away!"

oh hell no

"NO!" Emilia shouted. Earning a look of confusion from all three of her "family" members. She cleared her throat and straightened her posture, "I mean, I'll do it! Camilo, you have to go feed the animals anyway"

"Oh but Emi, don't you remember? You have a date with Carlos Santiago today, can't have you being late can we?" Gabriella announced. Her sinister smile was evident as she drank her coffee.

"oh...right" Emilia's whole body deflated as she sat down in her chair. Carlos was a reminder she had NO control over her life...great.

"You go meet him, he should be her in-" Gabriela looked at the clock on the wall. It was 9:25 "About five minutes"

Camilo saw her deflation and put his hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, you can go. I got this!"

When will my life begin?

After all Camilo was done making a second breakfast, he was told to give the Changua to the pigs. Guess he won't be having that for later. Speaking of farm animals, this was his eighth chore. Feed the chickens/take the eggs, pigs, horses, and lastly the donkeys. The stables and coop was on the farther left end of the mansion, a little behind it.

He always went to the chickens first, paying a visit to his favorite and wildest hen, Isa. She never liked her coop/flock and would always follow Camilo around. And because of that, she became one of his few animal friends. Much to Pepi's dismay. The other chickens liked him too, just not as much,

The young boy walked up to the coop and opened the small door, "alright come on out girls!"

Of course, Isa was out first. She had been waiting for him all morning. Isa honestly hated that coop...and the other hens.

Camilo laughed heartily as the hen clucked and squawked around him. Colorful powder still decorated her feathers from her and Milo's "adventure" from last week.

"Hey Isa, you miss me"

"Bawk!"

"Yeah, yeah I know" Camilo knelt down and hugged the hen, soon releasing her and standing back up. As always during these times, he reached his hand into the bucket and sprinkled chicken feed all over the ground. Of course the chickens scrambled over and started pecking the ground.

Once that was done he took a basket from the right side of the coop and crawled inside. There were a few eggs in a couple nests, surely enough to last a week or two if needed. One by one, he put eggs in the basket and came out once all of them were collected.

Ninth task...completed.

After that was done he went to the horse and Donkey stable. Both animals shared the same space. He knew the drill. Grab a hay bale and get to work. Hay bale here, hay bale there. Why does Gabriella have three of each? Mostly for animal renting services or just in case they need to go somewhere far.

Three horses and three mules to feed. All six animals were fond of him but there was only one mule he clung to.

Lulu or Lu, the donkey. He gave her the name of course. He's not sure why he did, the name just came up once she saw her as a foal. Not to mention the name is familiar to him. She was the last one he got to.

"Sorry Lulu, here you go." He walked into her area and sat a hay bale down. She squealed in delight and trot right over to it. This made Milo smile and pet her snout.

While doing so, a blue monarch butterfly fluttered into the stable and sat itself on Camilo's nose. He was stunned for a second but was a little happy. When do you ever get the chance of a butterfly sitting on your nose?

He stood still and...remembered something. A memory...something warm. Comforting and...happy?...the memory was from his perspective. He was younger and coloring on a piece of paper on the floor. A girl was sitting across from him doing the same thing. He couldn't see her face but could see what she was drawing.

On the paper was a drawing of a blue butterfly. The girl took the paper and held it up in front of her face. This memory was clear as day but also had a dream feel to it. The butterfly was teal blue with yellow spots, similar to a monarch butterfly but different. His heart felt warm...did he know this girl?

In the blink of an eye the memory faded and the butterfly on his nose fluttered away. He stood there in shock. He had a memory! But...from such a long time ago. He surely knew her but didn't know from where. She also felt like...family! Camilo hated this. Whenever Camilo remembered something from his past, the memories were clear but oh so blurry. To take the frustration out on something, he blames his right eye.

But the beautiful creature left something else in his mind. "The Shining Butterfly Migration". It happens every year on his birthday, December 28th. It's so strange yet amazing! Surely it must be for him. The Yellow butterflies swirl around in the sky all night, creating all types of beautiful imagery. No one knows where it comes from...but him. Well...sort of, it's more of a tingling kind of feeling.

He needs to see them up close. From the direct spot they come from. It's been a huge need for him to see it in person ever since he was a kid. It was about to be his sixteenth birthday in three weeks and four or five days, maybe...just maybe. His mama will allow him outside to see it.

With a look of determination, he decided to be quick with his chores. He ran out of the stable and grabbed the bucket of cold Changua and ran over to the pig stable. He whistled out for them to come and five little pigs waddled up to him. Camilo smiled and poured the Changua in the trough.

"Hope you guys like this!"

Without a second thought, Camilo dropped the bucket and ran off to the back door of the mansion. Then he had to run back because he forgot the basket of eggs. He got the eggs and then ran back to the door again. Once he opened it, he saw Marcela standing there with a bucket of paint.

"You like to paint don't you?" Marcela said in a bitter, jealous tone.

"wha-"

!SPLAT!

....Camilo was now covered in red paint from top to bottom. And that was new paint...paint that Emi got for him. Before he could say anything Marcela cackled like a witch and ran off. Thank goodness his hands were spared so he could wipe the paint off his face.

The most he could do was just breathe and walk inside without slipping. His destination was the kitchen. To wash the eggs off in the sink and put them in the ice box. He would clean himself up and the mess later. Marcela was nowhere to be seen but do you know who he ran into?

Cami was about to turn a corner. Just a few feet away from his destination when he was met with-

"Camilo! What on earth are you doing?!" Gabriella looked truly appalled and a little angered at the sight.

"I-"

"My marble floors! How dare you walk on them with this mess?!"

Oh no, this was bad, very bad. The last thing he wanted was his mother mad at him. She was barely proud of him as it is.

"It wasn't me mama! It- It was Marcela! she poured paint on me and ran off" Camilo's eyes were wide with fear. He prayed to God she would believe him.

Gabriella's eyes widened more and her fury was about to bubble over. "You dare accuse my daughter of such a thing?!"

It's a quiet rule among Camilo and Emi, never mess with Marcela and don't accuse her of anything. Even if it was her fault...which is 99 percent of the time.

Camilo quickly thought of a way to save himself "It's a prank war! We've been pranking each other here and there. A prank war!..and, she got me this time!" the young boy smiled nervously, truly hoping she believed him.

Gabriella narrowed her eyes at him. Searching for any sort of lie. There was nothing she could see that seemed like a lie. He looked too panicked and she knew he knew better than to lie to her.

"Hmph! Well, I would like for you both to call this prank war OFF immediately." The older woman spat out. "And clean yourself up!"

she stared down at him with disgust. And Camilo hated that, he wanted to make her proud...not this. "Si mama"

Gabriella stepped away from him but before she could walk away further, Camilo stopped her. "Mama, wait!"

She turned to look at him, her scowl prominent. "Que?"

"M- Mama, I- I um...I- I just wanted-"

"Oh enough with the stuttering and mumbling, spit it out!"

"...I want to see the mourning butterflies!" Camilo regretted those words as quickly as they came out.

"oh...do you know?" Gabriella crossed her arms and held her head up high.

Camilo gulped, "Yes. They appear every year on my birthday and...I would like to see them...just this once. I won't ask again, I swear just...please mama. I'll do anything!"

Gabriella thought about it. Those butterflies happened in the very place she wants him to stay away from...why would she let him leave again?

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Hmmm, alright. On one condition. You will do your chores as told BUT...with no help from your sister. You will cook breakfast, lunch, AND dinner for the next three weeks. As well as making your own outfit so you can at least look presentable outside." Gabriella smirked as she stared down at him, waiting for his response.

This...this was happening?! This is really happening! She's letting him go out!

"Of course mama! I'll do it! Thank you, thank you so much" He was so excited and grateful. Milo was about to hug her but she stopped him before he could with a single hand raise. He backed away but still thanked her, "thank you mama, I'll clean everything up."

"And remember, the place you want to go to is a week long trip. You better pack for that as well"

Ok, so that meant he had two weeks to get all of those chores done, and a week of traveling. That’s fine, he can work with that.

Camilo's eyes held genuine joy and happiness "I- I will, thank you. I love you mama"

Such a gullible creature he is

"I love you most"

When will my life begin?

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