Gale's head was still throbbing from the hit it took when he fell down the slob and into the lower jungle. He could hear a river in the distance, along with the chirping of the birds and different rustling on the leaves from the critters that inhabited the place. The sun was scorching his skin and leaving a faint blush on his face and arms

He was sweating, his glasses still askew as he tried to make sure he didn't have a concussion. The golden crucifix in his chest was almost burning his skin from the heat of the sun.

Gale cursed to himself, he couldn't just lay here and die on the mud. He had a mission, he was on this expedition for one reason: to find the Golden City. He didn't care about discovering new land for his fellow Americans, he wanted to prove that the myths and rumours were true, that such a beautiful city existed, and that immortality was obtainable. Eternal youth..

He sighs, puts his hat back on, lifts himself up and dusts his clothes off. He was dizzy and a bit dishoriented, but one thing catches his eyes in the deep green fuzz that was the world around him

A pair of bright eyes were watching him from the bushes