*FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
(THIRD PERSON'S POV)
A pouty mouthed eight year old Aztec has his head bent and his eyes fixed on his feet as his mother scolded him gently but sternly.
"I have had everyone looking all over for you. Your father was looking for you." Luna Quinn said.
Young Aztec felt a little bit worried then,
"Is father angry with me?" He asked.
He had not taken their permission before going to play with Steele and his other friends. He had actually sneaked out of the house and tried to sneak back in.
But his mother was waiting for him in his room as he came in through the window and she did not appreciate how dirty he looked either.
"'He isn't angry. He just wanted to say good bye to you before he went out for some work." His mother said. "Now go and have a very hot bath this instant. You look like you wallowed in to the mud for goodness sake."
