Mateo wasn't a fan of the blue sun.

It froze the air dry, turned the trees around into popsicle sticks, and it had to bring with it a horde of monsters with faces not even a mother could love. Thrust into this world where nowhere was to be safe, maybe uncle Pedro's summer camp wasn't so bad after all.

After getting a hold of some–ironically–fire magic, Mateo had all the tools he needed to get back to his family.

He just had to learn how to not die first.

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