The Murder of Medina

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A representation of the fight at Osanoras La Cocina De Mama

 

Felipe De Medina had left Osanora without a care in the world. Hopping on the back of a horse he rode for the Capital of Sutica. After a long day of wandering and purchasing trivial trinkets from the local merchants he prepared himself to return home. Even at a distance he could tell something was off, he saw the cantina door damaged and through the windows he saw several chairs knocked over and -- blood? Practically jumping off his horse he did not bother tying her up. Instead he burst through the side door pausing briefly as he inhaled the metallic smell of blood. With tears springing to his eyes he yelled out "Papa!". Wandering to the side of the bar he saw the top of a head over the counter and ran towards it, nearly tripping over a chair. There on the floor sat his father, Antonio De Medina, stuffed between a wall and a chair with blood spilled all over him. Felipe collapsed on the floor ignoring the pain of the wooden floor as his knees dug into it. Crawling he reached his father praying he would move in the slightest bit. Latching onto his father he buried his head into Antonios shoulder, feeling his beard prickle his ears.
Only when Felipe had no more tears to give, did he look around the room. He found the comal on the counter bloody and a few of his fathers kitchen knives on the floor. This was no normal fight, the attack seemed to be a surprise, the kind only bandits could be responsible for. Felipe kicked a chair and spoke to his fathers corpse, "I will finish what was started si dios lo quiere. Osanora never suffers a bandit attack again papa." Felipe left the cantina to find someone to help him bury his father.

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Upon Hearing the news Padre Javier collapses in his chair, grief overtaking him, tears rolling down his cheeks, "Why, such a man of virtue taken in such a violent way?" Through his grief he sings a canonist hymn of passing, "Worry not, as GOD has taken thee to His Kingdom, to meet those brave and virtuous that came before them. And worry not, children of GOD, for His realm is the most peaceful. Rest well Medina, rest well"