The peaceful night of the jungle was interrupted by a loud chorus of drunk man celebrating. The journal was finally in the hands of La Sombra and with that the certainly of the green-eye village being finally found.

Jorge was tied up to a tree observing the commotion. He had tried to free himself for hours but the knot was too tight around his wrist. The long rope went around the tree truck giving him space to walk around, still he couldn't go anywhere.

Jorge could see at least fifty man singing and dancing in front of the fire, but La Sombra was nowhere to be found.

"Where could La Sombra be? He has to be here around somewhere? Unless he went after them. I sure hope they were able to get away before La Sombra man got up to them." He whispered.

"Heyyy....you-are Eduardo's nephew......right?" Asked one is the drunken man as he stumbled upon his feet. "No I'm not" answered Jorge trying to hide his face from view.

"Si, eres tu, you are Eduardo's nephew. You know....Eduardo was a good man, a lot of us feel bad for his dea-th and.....he helped a lot of us for.....many, many years. So.....let, me, get you something to eat."

Eduardo was starving, so even with an intoxicated man offering some food to eat, it was good enough for him.

"Sure if you want, but what if La Sombra founds out?" Asked Jorge who was seating down next to the tree.

"Nah....his inside his tent I think his kissing the damn journal" the man laughed "Here come, listen." Whispered the man as he kneeled down with an intoxicating repulsive breath that made Jorge's stomach turn in disgust "I think his reading the Doctor's journal or making out with it. But seriously, some of us think the jefe his obsess craaazzzyyyy about finding that rock, whatever. Honestly, I don't believe in magic and the super-natural, I'm just here for the money you know dinero, plata. But hey, after what all of us saw happened at the dangling bridge, Diablos I don't know....anymore......a lot of us are terrified of the chosen one now....I use to believe, the story of the magic rock and the green-eyes was a child bedtime story, chingado now....shit! I'm scare to death of facing that blonde big headed muchacho again. What if the legend is true? What if that pretty girl that hangs around him is a bruja, a witch!...For all I know the blonde muchacho is the devil incarnated, the girl a witch and the older guy with a beard a fucking ghost!" He stared at Jorge's with his big red yellow eyes.

"What part of the legend are you referring to?" Asked Eduardo confound to know more. What could the legend say that terrified an unbreakable, corrupted cold harm man.

"Listen I'm not suppose to say this.....but, some man are saying.....the chosen one will destroy us all with a single stare and he will become all powerful like an erupting volcano destroying everyone and everything!"

Jorge's eyes widened. Can Arnold actually do that? He thought.

The man leaned closer to Jorge and continued whispering with his big terrified eyes. "You know the eagle....that follows him, is a demon! An evil spirit that is connected to the destroyer and listens to everything, we say." The drunk man stood up changing his face expression completely to more at ease. "Here amigo, l like you muchacho, I'll bring you a chicken leg."

Jorge didn't say anything, a piece of chicken sounded perfect. But now his mind was baffling with what the man had said about chosen one. He had never heard that interpretation of the legend before. Could it be true. Can Arnold the chosen one destroy all? He pounder.

At that moment the harpy eagle landed next to Jorge. It was dark and the man were un aware the eagle was there. Jorge was startled the moment he saw the eagle. After hearing about the chosen one power and what he could do suddenly he became afraid of the eagle.

"You're not going to hurt me right?" Jorge asked shaken by the sight of the enormous intimidating eagle. The large head with its strong peak and powerful talons was enough to kill anyone. "Arn-old send you, right?" Asked Jorge startle.

The eagle got closer to Jorge almost wanting him to touch its head. "You want me to touch you?" Asked Jorge confused and unsure. He carefully lifted his hand and touch the eagles head.

At that instant Arnold who was seating next to Helga and his father by the fire saw Jorge in a split second and everything that happen to Jorge from when they first met, through their journey in the jungle till that precise moment in time.

"Football head are you okay?" Asked Helga seeing Arnold spaced out.

"Ugh, yes I'm fine...." he shut his eyes a couple of times.

"Then, why did your eyes glowed bright green again?"

"I....just saw Jorge and what happen to him."

Miles eyes widened "Amazing, how did you saw him son?"

"The eagle just showed me in a vision, the good thing is that Jorge is fine." Arnold stood up and began walking in circles pondering.

"What is it son?"

"Dad can I....talk to you in private?"

Helga didn't like the idea of Arnold talking to his father away from her, but she didn't want to sound rude by opposing to it. I don't like that look on his face, I hope he tells me what is going on. Thought Helga as she saw them walked away.

"Sure son" Arnold and Miles walked away a couple of feet from Helga just enough so that she couldn't hear them talk. "Yes son what is it?"

"Dad I know where Jorge is? And I need to rescue him."

"What!?!? No you're not! It's too dangerous son, it was his mistake he was captured in the first place, he knew the consequences when he left! He knew La Sombra was after us!"

Arnold nodded "Dad....Jorge saved Helga."

"Are you sure?" Asked Miles unease.

"Yes, I'm sure....I just saw everything that happen. La sombra man were on our trails and....it was just a matter of time before they found us, before they found Helga and Jorge at the camp. Jorge led them away from Helga and by doing that he was captured. He saved her Dad, and he also rescue her at the river.....Helga had drowned.....and, she was at the bottom of the river when he found her, he gave her CPR and got her to breath again....I saw everything he did for her, so yes I owe him that much. I will rescue him."

Miles looked down moving his head in disapproval. He knew Arnold will have to face La Sombra again and possibly his death. But he also knew the eagle was going to be with him, protecting his every step and after seeing what Arnold could do with his powers, he became hopeful.

"Okay son, if you believe you can rescue him then I....trust you can do it. What about Helga? Why didn't you want her to hear us?"

"Helga can't know I'm going. I know how she is and...she will not approve of this, much less let me go. She will provably want to come with me and it's too dangerous for her. I can't risk anything happening to her."

"She'll be mad once she finds out you left."

"Oh you have no idea Dad. She will scream my name at the top of her lungs once she finds out I left. But it's better this way. I will wait till she falls asleep, then I'll leave."

"What's the plan Arnold?"

"I know how to get to the green-eyes village. I'll rescue Jorge and will met you and Helga by the green-eyes entrance or by the river"

"How far up in the river?" Asked Miles.

"Where the river turns in to the edge of the jungle."

"You mean the dead man drop?" Asked Miles terrified.

"Yes Dad, I'll meet you both there."

"What if you don't make it!? What if..."

Arnold placed his hand over his father's shoulder and gazed at his eyes with tenderness. "Dad, if I made it this far, I can do it."

Miles smiled softly "You can do it all son" said Miles with tears in his eyes.

Arnold and Miles walked back to where Helga was seating down in front of the fire. Helga noticed Miles had wet eyes and she immediately thought the worst.

"What happen Arnold? Tell me what you saw? Is Jorge hurt or.....dead!?" Asked Helga nervously.

"No love, I already said his fine."

"Okay so his fine, what now? Are we going to rescue him or what!?"

"The harpy will help him escape and will meet him by the river tomorrow, if everything goes well."

"So do you know how he was got by La Sombra?" Asked Helga.

"Yes....I saw everything, from when we first met Jorge till now and he didn't betrayed us Helga. I believe we lost the journal after the bridge incident and someone found it."

"So La Sombra as the journal then?"

"Yes he does."

"Crimity it's all my fault I should have......"

Arnold sat closer to Helga and held her hand tight. "It's not your fault Helga don't blame yourself it was an accident."

"I don't know about that. I should have been more careful. How are we going to get the journal back?"

"I don't know yet Helga but will think of something."

"Think of something!? We need to figure this out right now!" Said Helga fearful as she raised her voice.

Miles gazed at Helga and said "Let's finished eating first and will figure something out, if not tonight tomorrow morning."

"Yes Helga calm down, I will rescue him."

She raised her eyebrow suspicious by what he had said. "What do you by that?"

"Ugh, no....I meant, the eagle will help him escape." Arnold placed his hand behind his neck anxiously.

Helga gave him the direct stare. "You better not be lying to me Football Head!"

Arnold blushed a bit, Miles noticed and asked Helga a quick question."You know Helga I always wanted to ask. Why do you call my son football head? How did it all happen?"

"Oh it's a long funny story....."Helga began explaining how she saw Arnold from when they were in kindergarten. Arnold took a deep breath staring at his father thanking him for changing the conversation.

Arnold POV
For a moment I though Helga was going to pull the truth out of me. I always been horrible at lying especially to Helga. Gerald always said her stare was my weakness every time I tried to hide something from her. Sheesh....I missed Gerald, my grandparents and my home. I looked around me seeing Helga telling my Dad stories of how we met and how much she bullied me in school for being so lame, well that was her word. ha ha....then, she went on saying how cute I was for not noticing I much she loved me all those years. My father laughed with all the mischievous tales Helga was telling him about our childhood. Even in the worst possible situation we could be in, I felt like the most bless person in the world. I had found my father and he was right there in front of me having a blissful conversation with the love of my life. It was so good to see them laugh and chat as they exchange funny stories about me mostly. I sighted treasuring that special moment in time. But even with the joyful stories and the laughs, in the back of my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about the dangerous mission ahead of me.

That night, Helga and I leaned against the tree large root, I closed my eyes but of course I couldn't sleep. I gazed down at her who had fallen asleep on my chest and could feel her breath peacefully, even in her sleep she looked so enchanting, she was my queen of hearts. I wanted to spend the entire night just like that with Helga in my arms but in my bed, safely at home. Man...I was so tired of La Sombra and having him chasing us across the jungle. We needed to get out of the jungle and I was not going to leave Jorge behind. I pounder every possible scenario in my mind of how to rescue him, and they all ended badly. What time is it? I need to get moving to reach Jorge before sunrise.

I moved softly and placed Helga on the ground gently. Good thing she was a heavy sleeper. I kissed her forehead and whispered I love you my sunshine as I begin to step away.

I grabbed my father's whip and clipped it on my belt.

"Wait son." Whispered my Dad to me. "What if you don't come back?" My father asked me with fear in his eyes. I couldn't stand to see him like that. His wide worried eyes softened my heart. I wanted to tell him that I was going to return the next day, that nothing was going to happen to me, but even I wasn't sure of it. I could only hope for the best and assure him that no matter what, I was never going to give up.

"Dad I won't stop fighting and I will do everything I can to return to you and Helga. But if for any reason I don't return to you soon, please get Helga to the green-eyes and with their help get her out of the jungle and back to her home. Please father, promise me that no matter what happens to me. You will ensure Helga gets home safe."

My father whipped a tear from his eye and embraced me tightly and said "I promised son."

"I love you Dad." I said to him with my eyes moist. I gulped trying to hold back the strong sentiments that were building up within my chest. I took a step back from my father as I begin to ran away, in to the dark night.

Autor notes:
This chapter was really something. The intoxicated man gave us really good information about the chosen one and some of the things he said were pretty funny but could it be true thou? Lol I liked how Jorge was terrified to see the eagle after hearing about the story.

I drew Jorge, for those that want to see it you can look me up at Instagram @samypama or DeviantArt @samy1222
. I'll upload his drawing tonight. I been trying to draw again after many, many...many years 😁. I'll do more drawings base on my story.

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