Chapter one: Patching Up a Hole
Three days after Altivo, Miguel, Tulio, and Chel block the entrance to El Dorado.
In the dense jungles of the New World, through the thick mists of the rainforests, traveled five figures. One was a horse, another was an armadillo, and the other three, humans. One was a native of the land in which they trekked. The other two were from across the ocean: Spaniards. The horse was a former war horse, stolen by the same two Spaniards. The armadillo, well, he was just THERE.
“Hey! Miguel! Keep up!” the raven-haired European called to his Castilian friend, not even turning his head to acknowledge