You were always told to never wonder where the protector couldn’t find you. Your town, mixia, was right next to the forbidden jungles of Latin America. And you were told, even now as a young adult to never to travel the jungle and it’s mysterious waters.

Curiosity stung your soul, beckoning you to follow the jungles twists and turns one faithful night, the night everything for you shifted.

As soon as you were right up to the edge, about to caress a shining leaf you were scooped up into arms abruptly.

You squealed, who was it? A kidnapper? A monster here to devour your soul?

No.

It was none of those things, it was the protector of the jungle and your small Hispanic town. Athao. He plopped you down onto a rock, gently, a stern look crossing the beings face. “Child, I have told you many times, never wander to the jungle.” He spoke, deep and gravely. His clawed hand tilting your chin to gaze into his all knowing eyes.