Som'u'ator

We can Say that is part of my Series: Ancients

Sum’u’ator: The Wish Maker

In a small village nestled in the mountains, where the wind whispered through the trees and legends wove themselves like shadows in the night, lived two brothers: Mateo, the eldest—ambitious and cruel—and Lucas, the youngest—gentle and kind. Their family, humble and hardworking, barely had enough to eat, but Lucas always found solace in nature and the stories his grandfather told him about a hidden pond deep in the forest—a cursed place that granted wishes to those who found it, but at a terrible price.

Mateo, however, did not believe in fairy tales. To him, life was a constant struggle for more, and he never hesitated to mistreat his younger brother to get what he wanted. Lucas, for his part, endured Mateo’s abuse in silence, hoping that one day his brother would change.

One afternoon, while gathering firewood in the forest, the brothers ventured deeper than usual. Amid the thicket, they found a pond of dark, murky water, surrounded by gnarled trees and an oppressive atmosphere. The water’s surface did not reflect the sunlight—it seemed to absorb it, creating an unsettling void. With a triumphant grin, Mateo stepped to the edge and gazed into the water. “This must be the wishing pond,” he said, his voice thick with greed. “Finally, I’ll have what I deserve.”

Lucas tried to stop him, warning him that the legends said the pond came with a price, but Mateo shoved him away. “Shut up, worthless. You don’t deserve anything.” With a mocking laugh, Mateo spoke his wish: “I want my family to be rich—so rich that we never have to worry about anything again.”

The air turned cold, and a thick mist began to rise from the pond. Mateo felt a surge of power—but also a strange emptiness. When they returned to the village, they discovered their family had inexplicably inherited a fortune. Yet something was wrong. Their parents and neighbors no longer remembered their life before. Only Mateo and Lucas retained the memory of their past poverty.

Over time, the wealth brought misfortune. Their father fell ill with a strange affliction, their mother began to lose her mind, and the entire village seemed to sink into growing darkness. Haunted by nightmares, Mateo heard a voice in his dreams—a deep, resonant voice that introduced itself as Sum’u’ator. “You have disturbed the balance,” the voice whispered. “But there is a way to set things right. Bring your brother back to the pond and offer him as a sacrifice. Only then can your family be saved.”

Reluctantly, Mateo convinced Lucas to return to the forest. Trusting yet fearful, Lucas followed. When they reached the pond, Mateo shoved him toward the edge, saying, “This is for the good of everyone.” But at that moment, the murky water began to churn. A grotesque creature emerged from the depths—a floating, circular mass, with a single glowing eye and a jagged grin that seemed to stretch into infinity. It was Sum’u’ator, the entity that had spoken in his dreams.

“Thank you, little one,” the creature said in a voice that echoed in both their minds. “Your sacrifice will not be in vain.” Mateo, frozen in terror, tried to step back, but the creature wrapped him in ethereal tentacles. “The wish has been granted,” Sum’u’ator whispered. “You wished for your brother to disappear forever—and so he shall.”

Horrified, Lucas fell to his knees as the creature absorbed Mateo, dissolving him into nothingness. The pond grew still, and the forest fell silent. Shaking and alone, Lucas understood the truth: the pond did not grant wishes—it twisted the darkest desires of those who found it. In a fleeting moment of resentment, Lucas had unconsciously wished for his brother’s disappearance, and Sum’u’ator had fulfilled it in the cruelest way possible.

Heartbroken, Lucas returned to the village, where wealth and misery still reigned. But now, he carried a secret that would torment him for the rest of his days: the pond had not vanished. On nights of the full moon, he heard whispers in the wind, calling him back to the forest—where Sum’u’ator waited, grinning with its single glowing eye, ready to claim its next sacrifice.

—by Miguel Firewolf