p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Well, I see no one here that fits that description!" Miguel declared, watching Tzekel-kan slouch back from him with an odd sort of satisfaction boiling at the bottom of his stomach. An idea sprung forth from a hidden, strange part of his mind, and Miguel scowled darkly at Tzekel-kan. "I shall depart. Lord Tulio and I have pressing matters to discuss."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tzekel-kan nodded, hurriedly, and bowed. "As you wish… my Lord…"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel inclined his head once, backed off, grabbed the front of Tulio's shirt and marched away. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Miguel – what are you – what's going on?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Shut up, I have a plan," Miguel hissed. "Just come."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Up the stairs, into their temple, onto their thrones, and with Chel leaning against Tulio's throne with a curious expression. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""I thought Tulio made the plans," she remarked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow challengingly./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""I do," Tulio said. "Usually."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Hush, let me talk," Miguel said. Tulio shut his trap and looked towards him, while Chel merely rolled her eyes. "So, my plan is… we have Tzekel-kan sacrifice himself."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Mm, good plan, good plan," Chel muttered, at the same time as Tulio's mouth fell open and he gasped, "Are you emcrazy/em?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""It's logical," Miguel assured them – well, assured Tulio. Chel was nodding along. "He wants to sacrifice everyone, right – if we just get rid of him we don't need to listen to his trash anymore."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio frowned, and muttered something darkly under his breath. "Well…" he drawled./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""The gods have decided that you are to sacrifice yourself!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The public was one mighty gasp. "Myself?" Tzekel-kan breathed. "But – but my Lords! I am your high priest! You cannot ask me to sacrifice myself!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""But we do," Tulio assured him. "And it is to happen. To Xilbalba!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Well," said Tulio, the next afternoon. "Now we're rid of him."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Now we're rid of him," Miguel agreed./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""So – what do you guys plan to do now?" asked Chel./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel and Tulio shared a look and grinned./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""How long do we stay?" Miguel asked, one evening, while Tulio was sorting through the gold. "I mean… the boat is done soon, but… without Tzekel-kan stuff might be a bit… well, easier."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio put down the golden plate he'd been staring at, turned around to look at him, and smiled. Something in his eyes seemed to melt at his uncertain expression, and the smile was as gentle as rose petals floating in crystal clear water. "As long as you want to, Miguel," he said, softly, and rose in one fluid motion./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel's heart quivered and nearly broke. "Like – a thousand years?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio laughed. "No," he said. "Humans don't live that long. We leave before that, and if we sometime need to use our 'amazing' powers… we run away. Problem solved."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Giggling, Miguel grabbed his elbows before hugging him tight. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, Tulio."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What're you guys up to?" Chel asked, as she walked into the room. "Hugging it out. Okay."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio laughed. "We've decided to stay," he said, and pulled away from Miguel to drag Chel into the hug. "As long as possible."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh," said Chel. "That's – that's great! Yeah – uh. It's not like I wanted to go to Spain or anything."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""You can come with us when we go," Miguel said, and waved his hand dismissively. "No problem."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Both Miguel and Tulio laughed, breathlessly and relieved, as Chel lit up like a sunray./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"One late night, a few days later, Tulio sat on the stairs outside of the temple and stared at the sky. He tried to find some of the same constellations that he knew from Spain, but the stars were unrecognizable. Was it truly the same sky, stretching all the way from here and across the sea?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel was sleeping on the small, but comfortable bed they'd set up for her. Miguel was probably snoring in the huge bed they shared – but maybe he was playing something somewhere. Tulio didn't really mind either way. He just wanted some peace of mind./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"There was no particular reason for his need of loneliness, but the air was cold and the sky was cloudless, so… why not? /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"A bowl filled with oil was standing on each side of the staircase leading down to the city, and, as they did every night, a servant had lightened them up so fire was flaring up and towards the stars. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tonight, the fire somehow… called to him. It was strange – like a bird humming softly somewhere deep within his soul, calling out to him and begging him to come closer until it was a part of emhimself /emthat asked him to touch the flames, until it was hisem heart/em and his emsoul /emthat cried out in the dead of night, and –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio reached out and touched the flames./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"His heart stuttered, his breath caught in his throat and for one, blissful moment he felt nothing, nothing at all –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"and then he still felt nothing except a kind of homely warmth spreading through his body./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What the -" he breathed, tugging his hand back to his chest. He stared at it, at his skin – still soft and smooth like it had been from before. With wide eyes he thrust it into the midst of the flames again – and nothing. Nothing, except the feeling of home, of safety, of trust./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh – my God."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel popped his head around the corner. "You rang?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Miguel," Tulio breathed, not even bothering to groan at the horrible joke. "Miguel, look," he said, and thrust both his hands into the fire./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The flames licked at his fingers – but still, nothing happened. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel's mouth fell open. Then he smiled widely. "Hey," he said. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Hey, hey," Tulio grinned. Then the grin slipped. "What does this mean?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel shrugged. "No idea, but it sure is cool!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio gasped. "Miguel – the volcano – what if?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel's face fell. "Oh," he breathed. "Oh."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio slowly put his hand into the fire again. He curled his fingers into a fist, and silently asked for the warmth to stay inside of his palm./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"When he pulled his fist out of the fire again, a small flame danced inside of his palm. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan lang="EN-US"Spread/span/emspan lang="EN-US", he commanded silently, imagining that he could sense the warmth spread from his fingertips to the air above his hand./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"For one short moment nothing happened, and Tulip was about to let his hand drop in disappointment when –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"the fire –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"flared up –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"and –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"twisted –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"curled –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"and faded in a puff of smoke./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh god," Miguel breathed. "Tulio – you – I don't think we need to run away if they want some awesome and terrible powers."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio let out a long, slow breath – and smiled. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"It took a lot of time, Tulio found, to understand emwhat /emhis powers were. Both Miguel and Chel were very helpful in his search for enlightenment. Eventually, they found out that his powers were strongest at night, particularly nights with a full moon. They were fire-themed, and Tulio soon realized that fire and everything hot would bend at his command. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"He felt a connection to the stars and the moon and the night sky in way that he never had before, and in the end, they concluded that it was the island - that it was emEl Dorado/em – that had turned him into who he was. Into emwhat /emhe was – a god./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Or, at least it was far easier to pretend that was what he was now./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The city asked for a new high priest – emwho does the gods choose? /em– and it ended up being Chel. Why not./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"So when Chief Tannabok one fateful day asked emwhat kind of gods are you, anyway/em, Miguel muttered something under his breath and Tulio stood tall and proud and said em"I am god of the night and the moon and the fire/em" and Tanni nodded as if it made sense./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And then, one day while Miguel was chugging down water, he found that it glowed faintly on his skin and when he asked it to move it did./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""emI am god of the day and the sun and the water/em," Miguel declared, and Tanni smiled as bright as the gold adorning his neck. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"A crown was made for Tulio. Miguel already had one, green and with the sun adorning it, but Tulio had nothing that fit his theme./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"So it was made; deep blue and purple, simple stars inlaid with gold and greatly resembling Miguel's. Then he got a cape, orange and red like fire, and ear-adornments shaped like crescent moons. He was tattooed before he realized what was going on, three stars underneath each eye, in golden and blue and purple./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel followed soon after, three sparks of light underneath each eye, in green and golden and red. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What are they going to say back in Spain?" Tulio groaned, when he stared at a reflection of himself in a golden plate./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel laughed, slung an arm around his shoulder, and kissed him firmly. "Don't emworry /emabout it, Tulio! We're gods!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And Tulio faced a new worry – what were they?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Would their powers stay intact if they moved from El Dorado? Or would they fade away?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Were they truly gods? If yes – then why were they on Earth? Why weren't they emaware /emof this fact? If no – what were they? Their powers were real, not mere hallucinations, like Tzekel-kan's powers had been able to create. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel had no answers, and neither had Chel./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio worried far too much./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Slowly, the years passed. Tulio gradually warmed up to the locals, and even though he was no fan of playing ball with them or interacting very much, he was Miguel's quiet shadow and enjoyed sitting on a porch or leaning against a wall while watching "Lord Miguel" drop his cape and his crown to have fun. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They smiled more – not that they hadn't smiled before, mind you, but now they smiled more often, more warmly, more genuinely. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel became a bit more serious than he had been before, and when Tulio voiced his worries – there were fewer fish in the waters, the harvests weren't that great, a sickness was blooming amongst the animals – he would listen and try to give his advice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They still slept, but found that if they lost a few hours – a few days – a few weeks – of sleep, it didn't matter. They were still awake. They were still functioning. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And so it came to the point where Tulio stayed awake almost every night, practicing his powers until he could call upon the volcano or a light would flare to life with just a single thought. The public slowly learned that if they had any troubles, they'd go to him – and if they'd come to him in the night, he would listen and offer his advice in a completely different way than he would in the day./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Then one evening, when they'd stayed there for five years, Miguel said, "Shouldn't we be aging?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""We should," Tulio breathed. "We're not."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Tulio," said Miguel. "I – are we immortal?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""No," Tulio denied, and he spoke of the truth. "Remember the time when you cut your finger? We can still die. Just – not of age."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""I can't believe it," Miguel whispered. "Chel! You heard that! We're not aging!" He ran to her and embraced her before kissing her soundly, and she laughed but it was sorrowful./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Maybe you're not," she said, softly. "But I am."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"That – well, that kind of ruined the mood./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Luckily, Chel was the High Priestess – which meant that she had tons upon tons of holy texts about gods and magic and what-not's. After digging around for a long time, she figured out that if blood – and a few other ingredients - was mixed and then ingested at the right time, it would create a bond so tight that the blood's owners' fate would be tied together./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They performed the ritual./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel stopped aging, after that. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"She found that she rather liked it in El Dorado. She was one of the most powerful people in the entire city, right next to – if not a bit above – chief Tannabok. And besides – one day the city would fade away. When it did they could leave – or maybe they even left before that./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel realized that she didn't really care – she could have anything she wanted, and after listening to Miguel and Tulio's tales of the world on the outside, she'd rather stay with them in El Dorado for a while./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Then she became pregnant./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What do we tell the public?" Tulio groaned, raking his fingers through his hair. It was well known that the two "gods" were involved with each other, but no one suspected Chel. "This is not acceptable!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Relax," said Chel, and rolled her eyes. "Just tell them that you've chosen me to continue your line."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh," Tulio muttered. "Well. Yes. That seems reasonable."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"So they told the public that, and a few months later, Chel gave birth to two beautiful baby girls, one with her eyes and Tulio's skin and hair, the other with her skin and eyes but Miguel's hair./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"How they had managed to have twins with different fathers, none of them knew – but they didn't complain, and neither did the public./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Soon, they realized that the girls aged – but not normally. They aged slowly, and when they had lived two years they appeared to be one. When they had lived four years, they appeared to be two – and when they had lived eight, they appeared to be four. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They still didn't complain. Luna and Claro were wonderful, and fast learners. They took after their fathers – both of them – but also of Chel, in the way they pouted and smiled and worried. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chief Tannabok bid them farewell, the last day he spent on Earth. Miguel held his hand and cried silently, while Tulio merely sat next to his bed and stared in shock. Neither of them had thought they would live to see this day./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel stood in a corner of the room with her daughters by her side – they were fourteen, at the time, and therefore also seven – and they cried, all of them, as the man they had gotten to know as an uncle faded from this world./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Take good care of them, for me," Tannabok whispered, and it wasn't clear neither who he spoke to or who he spoke of, but it wrenched their hearts as they all promised that they would. "I – knew you – could do it," the old man added, addressing Tulio and Miguel, and when he smiled the world lit up one last time before fading into nothingness./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel did not leave the room for another two days, not before after the funeral. The gods were required to speak, of course, and Miguel did his best to keep from sobbing, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing over./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Chief Tanni was a brave man," he said, as the public cried with him. "That cared deeply about his people. It has been a great loss to us – to all of us, gods and mortals alike. Rest assured, his soul shall have no problems in the afterlife."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"A question was shouted, from the back, and they never found the speaker. "Are you leaving now?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And Tulio took Miguel's hand and said em"/emOf course not. We cannot leave the people of El Dorado in a time like this."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"That night Tulio curled up around his partner in their bed, Chel tucked in on Miguel's other side and their daughters in between their bodies, and no one was quite sure who cried the most./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"He knew the citizens would understand why he did not walk through the streets that night. They were a loving and accepting people – and they loved and accepted their gods./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Neither of them was sure of when they began to truly think of themselves as gods. It just – kind of happened./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""But why not?" Miguel asked, with a shrug and a wide smile. "For all we know, we are!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel whispered a sharp prayer to any actual gods that might be listening and begged for their forgiveness. "They don't know what they're doing," she excused, and hurried off to the High Priestess' temple to read through the texts about what might happen to people impersonating gods./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tannabok had had seven sons and four daughters that were old enough to take his place when he died, and the public chose who they wanted as a ruler./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The new Chief was a strict and bad ruler. Tannabok had been fair and open and light – his son, Bokkne, was dark and cold and horror. He held no respect for the gods, and even though Tulio's eye twitched whenever they spoke together little was done as the villagers had chosen./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The complaints were many, though, and eventually, Tulio and Miguel went to Claro, their fairest daughter, and asked what she thought about the situation. At the time she was eighteen and also nine, and she looked at them with clear, dark eyes and said, "emBanish him./em"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And that's what they did./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The public chose again, more carefully this time, and the next ruler, Tannabok's youngest daughter-of-age, was fair and golden and glorious and Chel took her to bed many a time. Miguel and Tulio would miss her warmth from their bed, but they rediscovered old traditions and pleasures and that made the wait easier to bear./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"All the public knew was kind-hearted and wise Miguel and Tulio. They knew of their powers, as Miguel had helped water the crops during the hottest times of the year and Tulio had kept the volcano from erupting twice – but they knew not of their anger./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They would soon discover, however, that the rage of a calm man is to be feared./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tzekel-kan nodded, hurriedly, and bowed. "As you wish… my Lord…"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel inclined his head once, backed off, grabbed the front of Tulio's shirt and marched away. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Miguel – what are you – what's going on?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Shut up, I have a plan," Miguel hissed. "Just come."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Up the stairs, into their temple, onto their thrones, and with Chel leaning against Tulio's throne with a curious expression. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""I thought Tulio made the plans," she remarked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow challengingly./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""I do," Tulio said. "Usually."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Hush, let me talk," Miguel said. Tulio shut his trap and looked towards him, while Chel merely rolled her eyes. "So, my plan is… we have Tzekel-kan sacrifice himself."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Mm, good plan, good plan," Chel muttered, at the same time as Tulio's mouth fell open and he gasped, "Are you emcrazy/em?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""It's logical," Miguel assured them – well, assured Tulio. Chel was nodding along. "He wants to sacrifice everyone, right – if we just get rid of him we don't need to listen to his trash anymore."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio frowned, and muttered something darkly under his breath. "Well…" he drawled./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""The gods have decided that you are to sacrifice yourself!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The public was one mighty gasp. "Myself?" Tzekel-kan breathed. "But – but my Lords! I am your high priest! You cannot ask me to sacrifice myself!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""But we do," Tulio assured him. "And it is to happen. To Xilbalba!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Well," said Tulio, the next afternoon. "Now we're rid of him."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Now we're rid of him," Miguel agreed./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""So – what do you guys plan to do now?" asked Chel./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel and Tulio shared a look and grinned./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""How long do we stay?" Miguel asked, one evening, while Tulio was sorting through the gold. "I mean… the boat is done soon, but… without Tzekel-kan stuff might be a bit… well, easier."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio put down the golden plate he'd been staring at, turned around to look at him, and smiled. Something in his eyes seemed to melt at his uncertain expression, and the smile was as gentle as rose petals floating in crystal clear water. "As long as you want to, Miguel," he said, softly, and rose in one fluid motion./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel's heart quivered and nearly broke. "Like – a thousand years?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio laughed. "No," he said. "Humans don't live that long. We leave before that, and if we sometime need to use our 'amazing' powers… we run away. Problem solved."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Giggling, Miguel grabbed his elbows before hugging him tight. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, Tulio."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What're you guys up to?" Chel asked, as she walked into the room. "Hugging it out. Okay."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio laughed. "We've decided to stay," he said, and pulled away from Miguel to drag Chel into the hug. "As long as possible."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh," said Chel. "That's – that's great! Yeah – uh. It's not like I wanted to go to Spain or anything."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""You can come with us when we go," Miguel said, and waved his hand dismissively. "No problem."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Both Miguel and Tulio laughed, breathlessly and relieved, as Chel lit up like a sunray./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"One late night, a few days later, Tulio sat on the stairs outside of the temple and stared at the sky. He tried to find some of the same constellations that he knew from Spain, but the stars were unrecognizable. Was it truly the same sky, stretching all the way from here and across the sea?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel was sleeping on the small, but comfortable bed they'd set up for her. Miguel was probably snoring in the huge bed they shared – but maybe he was playing something somewhere. Tulio didn't really mind either way. He just wanted some peace of mind./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"There was no particular reason for his need of loneliness, but the air was cold and the sky was cloudless, so… why not? /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"A bowl filled with oil was standing on each side of the staircase leading down to the city, and, as they did every night, a servant had lightened them up so fire was flaring up and towards the stars. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tonight, the fire somehow… called to him. It was strange – like a bird humming softly somewhere deep within his soul, calling out to him and begging him to come closer until it was a part of emhimself /emthat asked him to touch the flames, until it was hisem heart/em and his emsoul /emthat cried out in the dead of night, and –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio reached out and touched the flames./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"His heart stuttered, his breath caught in his throat and for one, blissful moment he felt nothing, nothing at all –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"and then he still felt nothing except a kind of homely warmth spreading through his body./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What the -" he breathed, tugging his hand back to his chest. He stared at it, at his skin – still soft and smooth like it had been from before. With wide eyes he thrust it into the midst of the flames again – and nothing. Nothing, except the feeling of home, of safety, of trust./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh – my God."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel popped his head around the corner. "You rang?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Miguel," Tulio breathed, not even bothering to groan at the horrible joke. "Miguel, look," he said, and thrust both his hands into the fire./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The flames licked at his fingers – but still, nothing happened. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel's mouth fell open. Then he smiled widely. "Hey," he said. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Hey, hey," Tulio grinned. Then the grin slipped. "What does this mean?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel shrugged. "No idea, but it sure is cool!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio gasped. "Miguel – the volcano – what if?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel's face fell. "Oh," he breathed. "Oh."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio slowly put his hand into the fire again. He curled his fingers into a fist, and silently asked for the warmth to stay inside of his palm./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"When he pulled his fist out of the fire again, a small flame danced inside of his palm. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan lang="EN-US"Spread/span/emspan lang="EN-US", he commanded silently, imagining that he could sense the warmth spread from his fingertips to the air above his hand./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"For one short moment nothing happened, and Tulip was about to let his hand drop in disappointment when –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"the fire –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"flared up –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"and –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"twisted –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"curled –/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"and faded in a puff of smoke./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh god," Miguel breathed. "Tulio – you – I don't think we need to run away if they want some awesome and terrible powers."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio let out a long, slow breath – and smiled. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"It took a lot of time, Tulio found, to understand emwhat /emhis powers were. Both Miguel and Chel were very helpful in his search for enlightenment. Eventually, they found out that his powers were strongest at night, particularly nights with a full moon. They were fire-themed, and Tulio soon realized that fire and everything hot would bend at his command. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"He felt a connection to the stars and the moon and the night sky in way that he never had before, and in the end, they concluded that it was the island - that it was emEl Dorado/em – that had turned him into who he was. Into emwhat /emhe was – a god./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Or, at least it was far easier to pretend that was what he was now./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The city asked for a new high priest – emwho does the gods choose? /em– and it ended up being Chel. Why not./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"So when Chief Tannabok one fateful day asked emwhat kind of gods are you, anyway/em, Miguel muttered something under his breath and Tulio stood tall and proud and said em"I am god of the night and the moon and the fire/em" and Tanni nodded as if it made sense./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And then, one day while Miguel was chugging down water, he found that it glowed faintly on his skin and when he asked it to move it did./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""emI am god of the day and the sun and the water/em," Miguel declared, and Tanni smiled as bright as the gold adorning his neck. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"A crown was made for Tulio. Miguel already had one, green and with the sun adorning it, but Tulio had nothing that fit his theme./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"So it was made; deep blue and purple, simple stars inlaid with gold and greatly resembling Miguel's. Then he got a cape, orange and red like fire, and ear-adornments shaped like crescent moons. He was tattooed before he realized what was going on, three stars underneath each eye, in golden and blue and purple./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel followed soon after, three sparks of light underneath each eye, in green and golden and red. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What are they going to say back in Spain?" Tulio groaned, when he stared at a reflection of himself in a golden plate./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel laughed, slung an arm around his shoulder, and kissed him firmly. "Don't emworry /emabout it, Tulio! We're gods!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And Tulio faced a new worry – what were they?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Would their powers stay intact if they moved from El Dorado? Or would they fade away?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Were they truly gods? If yes – then why were they on Earth? Why weren't they emaware /emof this fact? If no – what were they? Their powers were real, not mere hallucinations, like Tzekel-kan's powers had been able to create. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel had no answers, and neither had Chel./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tulio worried far too much./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Slowly, the years passed. Tulio gradually warmed up to the locals, and even though he was no fan of playing ball with them or interacting very much, he was Miguel's quiet shadow and enjoyed sitting on a porch or leaning against a wall while watching "Lord Miguel" drop his cape and his crown to have fun. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They smiled more – not that they hadn't smiled before, mind you, but now they smiled more often, more warmly, more genuinely. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel became a bit more serious than he had been before, and when Tulio voiced his worries – there were fewer fish in the waters, the harvests weren't that great, a sickness was blooming amongst the animals – he would listen and try to give his advice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They still slept, but found that if they lost a few hours – a few days – a few weeks – of sleep, it didn't matter. They were still awake. They were still functioning. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And so it came to the point where Tulio stayed awake almost every night, practicing his powers until he could call upon the volcano or a light would flare to life with just a single thought. The public slowly learned that if they had any troubles, they'd go to him – and if they'd come to him in the night, he would listen and offer his advice in a completely different way than he would in the day./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Then one evening, when they'd stayed there for five years, Miguel said, "Shouldn't we be aging?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""We should," Tulio breathed. "We're not."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Tulio," said Miguel. "I – are we immortal?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""No," Tulio denied, and he spoke of the truth. "Remember the time when you cut your finger? We can still die. Just – not of age."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""I can't believe it," Miguel whispered. "Chel! You heard that! We're not aging!" He ran to her and embraced her before kissing her soundly, and she laughed but it was sorrowful./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Maybe you're not," she said, softly. "But I am."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"That – well, that kind of ruined the mood./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Luckily, Chel was the High Priestess – which meant that she had tons upon tons of holy texts about gods and magic and what-not's. After digging around for a long time, she figured out that if blood – and a few other ingredients - was mixed and then ingested at the right time, it would create a bond so tight that the blood's owners' fate would be tied together./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They performed the ritual./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel stopped aging, after that. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"She found that she rather liked it in El Dorado. She was one of the most powerful people in the entire city, right next to – if not a bit above – chief Tannabok. And besides – one day the city would fade away. When it did they could leave – or maybe they even left before that./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel realized that she didn't really care – she could have anything she wanted, and after listening to Miguel and Tulio's tales of the world on the outside, she'd rather stay with them in El Dorado for a while./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Then she became pregnant./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""What do we tell the public?" Tulio groaned, raking his fingers through his hair. It was well known that the two "gods" were involved with each other, but no one suspected Chel. "This is not acceptable!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Relax," said Chel, and rolled her eyes. "Just tell them that you've chosen me to continue your line."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Oh," Tulio muttered. "Well. Yes. That seems reasonable."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"So they told the public that, and a few months later, Chel gave birth to two beautiful baby girls, one with her eyes and Tulio's skin and hair, the other with her skin and eyes but Miguel's hair./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"How they had managed to have twins with different fathers, none of them knew – but they didn't complain, and neither did the public./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Soon, they realized that the girls aged – but not normally. They aged slowly, and when they had lived two years they appeared to be one. When they had lived four years, they appeared to be two – and when they had lived eight, they appeared to be four. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They still didn't complain. Luna and Claro were wonderful, and fast learners. They took after their fathers – both of them – but also of Chel, in the way they pouted and smiled and worried. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chief Tannabok bid them farewell, the last day he spent on Earth. Miguel held his hand and cried silently, while Tulio merely sat next to his bed and stared in shock. Neither of them had thought they would live to see this day./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel stood in a corner of the room with her daughters by her side – they were fourteen, at the time, and therefore also seven – and they cried, all of them, as the man they had gotten to know as an uncle faded from this world./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Take good care of them, for me," Tannabok whispered, and it wasn't clear neither who he spoke to or who he spoke of, but it wrenched their hearts as they all promised that they would. "I – knew you – could do it," the old man added, addressing Tulio and Miguel, and when he smiled the world lit up one last time before fading into nothingness./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Miguel did not leave the room for another two days, not before after the funeral. The gods were required to speak, of course, and Miguel did his best to keep from sobbing, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing over./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""Chief Tanni was a brave man," he said, as the public cried with him. "That cared deeply about his people. It has been a great loss to us – to all of us, gods and mortals alike. Rest assured, his soul shall have no problems in the afterlife."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"A question was shouted, from the back, and they never found the speaker. "Are you leaving now?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And Tulio took Miguel's hand and said em"/emOf course not. We cannot leave the people of El Dorado in a time like this."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"That night Tulio curled up around his partner in their bed, Chel tucked in on Miguel's other side and their daughters in between their bodies, and no one was quite sure who cried the most./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"He knew the citizens would understand why he did not walk through the streets that night. They were a loving and accepting people – and they loved and accepted their gods./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Neither of them was sure of when they began to truly think of themselves as gods. It just – kind of happened./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US""But why not?" Miguel asked, with a shrug and a wide smile. "For all we know, we are!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Chel whispered a sharp prayer to any actual gods that might be listening and begged for their forgiveness. "They don't know what they're doing," she excused, and hurried off to the High Priestess' temple to read through the texts about what might happen to people impersonating gods./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"Tannabok had had seven sons and four daughters that were old enough to take his place when he died, and the public chose who they wanted as a ruler./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The new Chief was a strict and bad ruler. Tannabok had been fair and open and light – his son, Bokkne, was dark and cold and horror. He held no respect for the gods, and even though Tulio's eye twitched whenever they spoke together little was done as the villagers had chosen./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The complaints were many, though, and eventually, Tulio and Miguel went to Claro, their fairest daughter, and asked what she thought about the situation. At the time she was eighteen and also nine, and she looked at them with clear, dark eyes and said, "emBanish him./em"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"And that's what they did./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The public chose again, more carefully this time, and the next ruler, Tannabok's youngest daughter-of-age, was fair and golden and glorious and Chel took her to bed many a time. Miguel and Tulio would miss her warmth from their bed, but they rediscovered old traditions and pleasures and that made the wait easier to bear./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"*/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"All the public knew was kind-hearted and wise Miguel and Tulio. They knew of their powers, as Miguel had helped water the crops during the hottest times of the year and Tulio had kept the volcano from erupting twice – but they knew not of their anger./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"They would soon discover, however, that the rage of a calm man is to be feared./span/p