The Prophecy, Chapter 8

A week ago in a far away city, running by dark alleys and pitiful places, there was a teenage girl. Her name was Chel. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with dark flowing hair and poofy lips.

She wore a strapless top with pink stripes and and she had cloth wrapped around her hips. She kept looking back like there was someone chasing her, and she held a golden sphere tight to her chest.

I have to find Miguel and Tulio! She kept thinking on and on, and in between she looked back to see if she was still being chased. Suddenly she didn't hear the footsteps anymore and the only thing she saw was her only shadow.

She ran to the back of the god's temple and climbed the stairs from there so no one could see her. When she reached the top of the temple, she saw where Miguel and Tulio were sleeping on their mattresses.

She ran to them. "Miguel! Tulio!" she whispered as she poked Tulio and pulled his hair. "What's going...?" Tulio started but Chel covered his mouth with her hand.

"Shh, quiet! Listen, you must get out of El Dorado, NOW!" Chel stood up and started to gather their stuff to take with them. Then Miguel woke up. He sat up and lit a lamp. Chel ran to him and blew the lamp out.

"Miguel, didn't you hear what I just said?" Miguel rubbed his eyes. "No, what did you say?" Chel rolled her eyes and moaned. "You, we are in big trouble" she stumbled. Tulio rubbed the back of his neck. "Why? Did they find out we're not gods?"

There was fear in Chel's eyes and she whispered "No. Worse. The troops from Atlantis are here." Neither Miguel nor Tulio understood her. "Who? From where?" They stumbled on the words.

Chel took their hands and lead them to the back of the temple. She explained it to them as they ran down the stairs. "Have you ever heard of Atlantis? Of course you haven't, you are humans. Well boys, El Dorado isn't the only city in The Underworld. There is another city called Atlantis. In Atlantis there are men who call themselves The Closiers. They rule The whole Underworld but their headquarters is in Atlantis so they send troops of soldiers every month to gather gold and, slaves."

Tulio got scared. "Did you say slaves?" But Chel ignored him. "And now they're here. They've already gone to Chief Tannabok and now they're after you."

Miguel and Tulio looked at each other in fear. "But why are they after.." Miguel got quiet. He already knew the answer.
'They were gods!'
Tulio turned around and asked: "Well, I have one question, if they're after us because we're gods, then, why are you running?"

Chel got frustrated, she didn't want to tell them the story but she had to. "Because one of The Closiers, well, he likes me. Last time when he was here, I was his servant. He used to hit on me all the time, and I hate it! I hate him! And so, when he went back to Atlantis, he said that he would come back to me and take me to his home, in Atlantis!" Chel's voice broke and she got quiet for a few minutes.

Miguel and Tulio silently told each other to talk to her but neither of them wanted to. They weren't really experienced in girl talk. Tulio rushed himself to be able to walk beside her and he tried to talk to her with the voice he talked with when he first met her. "So, do you want to go to Atlantis with him?"

Chel looked at him in disgust. "Eew no! He's like three hundred years old!"She froze when she heard a voice behind her saying: "Now Chel that's not a nice thing to say. I'm only two hundred and fifty."

Soldiers jumped out from the shadows and grabbed Miguel and Tulio. They held them and put them into handcuffs that cuffed them to their shoulders. "Now look what we have here."

A man wearing a black cloak pointed a sword to their necks. "'The gods'I presume?"
Chel started backing into the shadows trying to leave. She knew that locked up in Jafar's room, she couldn't help her friends.

She tried to run away but Jafar's magic kept her in place. It was like there was an invisible wall on her every side and she could barely move. "Let them go, Jafar, it's me you want. They aren't the ones you're looking for, the aren't the.."

Jafar grabbed her arm, "Oh shut up Chel I already talked to your Chief, and he told me eveything. Those are your gods and you three are coming with us to Atlantis no matter if you like it or not."

Chel panicked and looked to her friends."You'll have to drag me to Atlantis. I am not coming with you Jafar!" The tall man in the cloak took her and held her tight. He whispered in her ear so harshly that it resembled like a hiss from a snake. "Now listen to me Chel, if you don't go with me, I will personally guarantee that those two will be executed on the most brutal way you have ever seen."

Chel tried to stretch away for him as long as she could. Executed? That means, he knows they're not gods! Tears started flowing from her eyes when she tried to be strong and said to Jafar. "Okay, I'll go with you, but with one condition. You will not harm Miguel and Tulio at any cost and I wish to be with them, not your chambers or whatever you set up for me."

In a big surprise, Jafar nodded his head in approval and then started ordering his men around. "You five, go gather gold, you six take our prisoners to the wagon and you," He pointed his words to Chel. "You are coming with me." He took her arms and dragged her to The Closier's carriage.