Miguel and Tulio had been venturing through the strange jungle for days atop their nobly stolen steed, Altivo. Miguel was ever the optimist and even Tulio, after seeing how many land marks lined up perfectly with the map, was starting to come around. The pair eventually came upon a carved stone in front of a waterfall; the last marker on the map. However, there was no El Dorado, no city of gold. Tulio was infuriated that they’d wasted their time and insisted that they should just get going.
However, as if by fate, at that exact moment a group of dark skinned natives emerged from the waterfall. In the lead was a woman who seemed to be struggling to escape. When the Spanish pair saw that she was being pursued by big men armed with spears, they tried to get Altivo to run, but the horse panicked when the woman ran into him. She was in a state of fear, understandably, but was still a lovely thing with long black hair that reach down to her shapely hips, clothing that showed an ample amount of skin, and a luscious full figure.
Once they’d been surrounded, the men with spears said nothing, but motioned the trio and their animal to follow. They went behind the waterfall to reveal a dark cavern and a river. All boarded into boats and traveled a short distance. Those who thought themselves prisoners didn’t say a word with guard monitoring them. However, the Spanish pair did notice how said men would stare with greater interest at them, only to turn away when caught. Maybe they were just intrigued by the newcomers. That seemed logical, although the con artist pair sensed that there was more to it.
Eventually the boats came out into the open and the Spanish pair was left in awe. El Dorado – for there was nothing else they could call it – was everything they’d ever dreamed and more. Temples as tall as castles sparkled with golden light. Even lesser buildings made of stone and clay had a fondness for gold trimming. Now that they were out of the waterfall’s fog, it was also clear that gold was a favorite jewelry for the people with most wearing gold necklaces or earrings. The people took just as much interest in the newcomers, if not more so. All gathered along the water’s edge to get a look at these two who bore a remarkable resemblance to images carved on their holy walls. The girl, when noticed, was regarded with scorn for her blasphemous desecration, which she still cradled in her arms.
Upon docking, the prisoners were made to disembark. The Spanish duo mounted their horse while the girl trailed behind them. Then, as they were coming to terms with what would surely be their doom, both were surprised when an important looking native began to speak… and they understood him.
“Behold! As the prophecies foretold. The time of judgement is now!” he said while gesturing dramatically as a fat man came up beside him, also looking very important. The first man continued and descended the stares to approach the ‘prisoners’. “Citizens! Did I not predict that the gods would come to us?”
Miguel and Tulio were natural con artists. It had been their trade for most of their lives. Upon hearing the murmurs of the crowd and seeing where all eyes were focused, it didn’t take long for them to read the room and concoct a scheme.
“My lords,” greeted the first man with gracious enthusiasm. “I am Tzekel-Kan, your devoted high priest, and speaker for the gods.”
“I am Chief Tannabok,” introduced the fat man wearing a golden crown. “What names may we call you?”
Introductions followed with Miguel and Tulio adopting regal poses and trying to sound authoritative. That seemed to please the audience. Then Tzekel-Kan grabbed the woman by the wrist, calling her a temple robbing thief, and asked the ‘gods’ how she should be punished.
“No-no, my lords,” she begged. “See, th-the gods sent me a vision to bring them tribute to the temple to guide them here. My only wish is to serve the gods.” She bowed her head in submission, but also shot a pleading look to the Spanish duo. And with even Tzekel-Kan looking at them, it was evident that they had this woman’s life in her hands.
What will they do? Will they have her released to follow a similar dynamic as in the movie? Or will they keep her as their servant?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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