Hey y'all, so those of you who have been following me have noticed that I have not yet uploaded chapter 3 of El Tigre's Fractured Fairy Tales. I have just been so busy with holidays, classes, etc. But I promise you guys I will be uploading it soon! And I'm going to be working on both fan fictions at once. While Fractured Fairy Tales is just gonna be a few chapters, The Crested Chameleon will be a long-term project with one solid storyline and multiple chapters of it. The title is also still a working title, I will change that eventually.
This will not only be my first Book of Life fan fiction but my first crossover as well. I absolutely adore The Book of Life. It first aired on HBO in the summer, I watched it, and I fell in love with it. But months before watching it, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that the same creative minds behind that movie are also the same creative minds behind El Tigre, one of my favorite cartoons growing up which I still remember to this day. I am honestly surprised to find that crossovers between the two are severely lacking, so I will make my own contribution. If you guys like it, that's awesome. If not, well I'm not forcing you to read it.
This is based on the tidbits of info that Jorge gave out on his Twitter, both involving The Book of Life and El Tigre. I got especially invested in the story between Sartana's parentage and the history between her and Puma.
And just a disclaimer: I do not own The Book of Life or El Tigre, all credit belongs to the awesome Jorge R. Gutierrez and Sandra Equiha. Except for The Crested Chameleon and it's back story. Enjoy!
It was with great pride that Miracle City had made their newest discovery. The archeologists led an epic expedition in the outskirts within the outskirts of the city where a jungle of ruins laid. It was a long and excruciating journey and for a minute it seemed useless, but it all was worth it when they uncovered the tiny, gold, jewel-encrusted, reptilian-like statue which they dubbed the Crested Chameleon. The archeologists suspected that it has remained under that rubble for centuries, so they were surprised to find that the statue remained untarnished.
Municipal President Rodriquez was pleased to announce his discovery of the Crested Chameleon to the citizens as well as the incoming exhibit of the artifact in the museum for the next month.
Right before the discovery of the Crested Chameleon, the museum also hired two new security guards who right away got settled within the job. While the arrival of the Chameleon was treated as any other arrival of a new exhibit, these two were being fiercely protective of the statue. The female guard gave the curator specific orders such as, put it in a separate room from the other exhibits, keep it a specific distance away from the tourists, have no one step over the white line that was painted five feet away from the case holding the statue, and above all, keep it under heavy security. In a glass case, with lasers. And security cameras. And have it guarded exclusively by them, day and night. Her male colleague did not do as much talking as she did, but he made sure of it that the woman's demands were met, usually via death glares. As unusual as the curator found those requests to be, he had to admit that woman was very persuasive. Though that still did not stop him from questioning their reasoning behind hanging up a giant sign above the glass case telling others not to touch if.
"With all due respect senior," the woman told the curator, "Nobody knows about things like this more than us, and we ask you to trust us with it."
On the day of the unveiling of the Chameleon, nearly all of Miracle City crowded the special room in which it was held. While the people admired the statue, the security guards did all in their power to make sure that the regulations they have set were being followed, keeping everybody in line and constantly checking up on the artifact. Night fell quickly that day. Soon enough, all of the people at the museum had gone home, leaving the two guards in the closed, empty museum.
"It really shouldn't surprise me to see just how the human race is regressing, and yet it still does." the man scoffed in disgust.
"Don't be so hard on them." his companion reprimanded him with a disapproving look.
"Well, I find that difficult to do when they set themselves up for it. They should have just left the statue when they saw it."
"And how are they supposed to know the consequences that it might bring?"
"Well," the man fumbled, scratching his head in confusion. The woman had him beat. "There's really no way for them to know that…" admitted the man. "Still, their greed will drive them to their demise. Especially in this crime-filled cesspool. You just watch, criminals will be trying to snatch it on a daily basis. Especially-"
"This crime-filled cesspool will only have the chameleon for a month before it is moved to another museum. In the meantime, it is our responsibility to keep it from falling into the wrong hands." the woman stroked the man's face and facial hair in reassurance. It will all be over before we know it. You'll see."
Yeah, you guys have probably already figured out who our security guards are. And if you want more of them, you be sure to stay caught up with the story! Favorite, follow, review, and enjoy! Chapter 1 will be up soon enough! ;)