It looks normal," Nigel exclaimed. His big blue eyes looked out the aeroplane window, with his greasy hand on the window. Nigel is my brother, only 12 years old and 2 years younger than me; but with the immaturity of a 7 year old.
"Nigel, don't be so loud." My mom snapped at him. She looked dazed from her nap, with her black eye mask around her forehead.
Nigel looked at me, grinning. "What are you finding funny, Anne?" He said loudly. My mother instantly bowed her head down while the people in front were glancing at us.
"Nothing." I answered. I felt his cold stare at me when I looked away.
Beep boop.
"This is your captain speaking. We shall descend as we are over the sunny banks of Southeren Spain, including the infamous and popular El Toro. Everyone is advised to put on their seatbelts. Thank you, " the microphone screeched as he put it down, which gave me a tingling feeling down my spine as he did.
The plane headed down without a fuss, and everyone clapped at the end, but my brother didn't since he was a pain the ass.
Once we landed, and we took all our luggage, we looked around for our designated driver. All of a sudden, my mom was started up and waved hysterically to a driver in a black suit with a printed piece of paper in his hands that said 'Elena'.
My mother greeted him, and we got settled into a comfortable Mercedes with my mom in the front. Me and Nigel didn't talk once in the car, but my mom was in the mood to talk for the whole ride with the driver, which was around an hour.
We arrived and entered El Toro, which didn't look like anything special. But the driver sure did know quite a lot about the place and its legends. The driver told my mom, "There is a place that is protected mostly all of the time, that has the last words of an inhabitant that saw a vision before their death. A vision of the Bull being defeated by an original inhabitant of El Toro." Me and Nigel perked uo when he said that.
Most of the stories and legends that we have about El Toro were from our dad. He told us every night the legends of El Toro when we were very young. Those stories are the most cherished memories of him.
We don't know a lot about him, our dad. He died a week before my 7th birthday. Mom doesn't like talking about him, and we respected that. But we want to know, since he was our dad. Me and Nigel don't even know how he died, we didn't ask him how he knew those legends.
I dont even remember his name.
Anyway, we arrived at our apartment complex; which looked very stale and stout. The driver helped us all take our luggage.
Right before he got into his car, the driver, in a sarcastic tone, told my us all "Beware of the Bull"