Manolo Stood Nervously in the center of the bull ring,Dressed in a Black traje de luces.Intricate gold and other bright colours lining it,in his right hand was a red cape while the other held a silver sword

this was what he had been waiting for his entire life..to become a Bull fighter just like how his father wanted him to be

And it was time to deliver the final blow but then he caught a reflection of you through the sword and..He couldn't do it..he couldn't kill the bull