Wilted Petals of Past

By ladydoma

Disclaimer" All characters from Road to Eldorado are owned by Dreamworks If you people want to bash then bash away but I hope people do enjoy this.

Note: the beginning is a flashback

Chapter one:

"Perhaps there is hope for your life yet, Anacoana ." The words spoken by Tzekel Kan rang through her ears and a shiver was sent down her spine as the handsome powerful dark priest ran his index finger down towards the small of her bare back. His body inches away from touching hers.

The young woman proclaimed by this same priest to be a virgin sacrifice turned her dark brown eyes to gaze behind her at the lighter brown eyes of the priest and it was when she met his gaze did she respond." You were the one to choose me my lord as the sacrifice, why would you want to spare me now?" She asked, her long black hair dangled over her face slightly.

Tzekel chuckle in a way that made Anacoana's skin crawl as the priest spoke," Lets just say I've had a sudden call of…desire…." As the words rolled off his tongue his lips had barely brushed against Anancoana's ear gingerly he nipped at the tip where she had a little piercing.

" What….do you mean….?" She asked trying her best to inch away from him, unsure what he was playing at or what he was even trying to do with her or to her for that matter. But his arms had wrapped around her bare belly and pressed her into him. The bare part of her back felt the heat of his bare chest. Her belly felt the brushing of his fingers across her skin. Making her tremble.

The perfect reaction from her that Tzekel was looking for." Is it that hard for you to figure out girl? Oh yes that's right your father never spoke of the….act of intimate encounters to you." He paused and ran one hand down towards her thighs, which were nearly uncovered by the white cloth wrapped around her waist. When he made her softly gasp and tense in his cruel embrace he continued to speak"…I have been watching you for quite sometime and I can save you from the bloody path you are about to endure when the sun rises." He muttered running his fingers along her thigh.

"I…am not sure I follow." Anacoana whispered too stunned by his actions unsure what he was trying to do.

Tzekel loosened his hold on her and turned her to face him." You want to live and I crave the feel of the warmth a woman's maidenhood has to offer as a priest it is forbidden…..but for your life I am willing for it to remain between us and the Gods. "

Anacoana backed up and shook her head," What are you suggesting. How would this save me?"

" If I were to announce that you had been taken to bed against your will to the tribe you would be un worthy of the Gods and become exiled. But you will live." He explained. Anacoana hung her head and nodded slightly. Tzekel gently tilted her chin so he could stare into her frightened gaze." Do we have a deal Anacaona? Know that I do not intend on taking you against your will….if you live or die is tonight your choice." …….

Ah that night would have proven unforgettable to him as he opened his light brown eyes to gaze into what little light the moon had to offer him, his black hair once tied back now lay sprawled over his handsome face, his wrists and ankles shackled. From the brig in which he was so bound in he was left along in the dark with nothing but the cloth wrapped around his waist that he normally wore anyway, his gold bracelets, his square golden earrings and his sandals something he also wore normally.

As he glanced up the light of the moon revealed the orange red tattoos, one which was a long line going across his cheek and over the bridge of his nose over to the other cheek, the other tattoo appeared almost like a goatee right on his chin but it was merely a little tattoo. Among his features was a well tones hairless body save for his jet black hair on his head. He was young looking more then likely early thirties, ( My guess).

He blinked and glanced back down at the brig floor, and listened to the near silence, all he could hear was the sound of waves lapping against the Spanish Ship in which he was captive upon. Bound for Spain where he knew for curtain he'd either be killed or sold as a slave. Something he was not willing to become. Tzekel Kan would rather die then become a slave.