A/N: Hello, fellow readers. I have returned with a new chapter. When I began writing this story, I never took the time to do thorough research about traditions and such about South America. Hoprfully, this chapter could fix this, as well as exotic foods. Happy Sunday, everyone!
Disclaimer: I do not open Killer Instinct or Carrie. They belong to their respective owners.
From an aerial vantage point, the City of Dawn revealed its elaborate layout, defined by terraced hillsides and aligned stone structures. The citadel extended into distinct residential, agricultural, and ceremonial areas, reflecting the Inca's emphasis on harmony with nature. Water management and advanced engineering became apparent throughout the path network.
Pemba floated in her kaiju-sized bird form like a decompression stop as the wind guided her over the sprawling cityscape. Her keen eyes scanned every detail, from the sparkling irrigation channels to the intricate stone temples.
On her back, the gang marveled at the breathtaking view below.
"Man, look at this place! It's like time stood still," TJ said.
"It's incredible how much they achieved with the resources they had," Carrie said.
"Indeed," Maya said. "During the altitude acclimation, I should explain the rules. Number one: do not venture outside safety boundaries unless you're in the final training phase or engaged in a mission."
"Final training phase?"
"To become a Night Guard warrior. Number two: do not use the Amazon River as a toilet, swimming area, or bathtub, lest you risk attracting a candiru. Number three--"
"Um, sorry to interrupt, but quick question. What the hell is a candiru?" TJ asked, taking his time with the last word.
Maya sighed. "It's a parasitic fish native to the Amazon River, no smaller than a toothpick. It swims into unsuspecting animals and humans' orifices, feeding on blood by following urine."
"Wait, wait the fuck minute! You're saying if I piss in the river, that little ass fish could swim inside my dick?!"
"Yes. Once it unleashes its spines, it will not budge, and the pain will be unbearable. Last year, we had a recruit who ignored the warning. He thought it was a myth and relieved himself in the river. Within minutes, he screamed in agony and ended up in the medical wing for emergency surgery."
TJ's face paled as he covered his crotch. "No fucking way! I'm not stepping foot in that river, even if someone pays me a million bucks! As for the poor sap, that damn fish ended his sex life, didn't it?"
"Such attacks are rare," Orchid said.
"Still, that's fucked up! I'd rather have a goddamn anaconda squeeze my black ass to death than have a fish inside my dick doing God knows what!"
"Oh, you think that's scary? I remember watching this show 'River Monsters,' and they talked about its cousin: the candiru asu," Nikita said. "It's more aggressive, and instead of seeking urine, it burrows into its victims' flesh, eating them from the inside out."
TJ threw his hands in the air. "Goddamn it! Why did you make it worse?"
The agent shrugged. "Hey, I'm just sharing knowledge."
"Great! Just fucking great!" TJ shook his head. "Now I have two reasons to avoid that death trap of a river."
Maya chuckled. "Don't worry. Stick to the rules, and you'll be fine. Besides, we have plenty of safer spots for bathing and swimming within city boundaries. Rule number three: always respect the Night Guard customs. Given that our roots stem from our Incan ancestors, we have a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals that guide our way of life. As a community, these customs are vital to our identity and cohesion.
"Rule number four: while you're free to explore the City of Dawn, never venture near Kan-Ra's temple. It's the same with the vault, which is rule number five. The vault holds every relic known to history. An elaborate maze is in place to prevent theft, accessible only to Night Guard members."
"Okay, so let's say we want a vault tour. Is that an exception?" TJ asked.
"No," Maya said. "Even a brief tour could pose a significant risk."
"Well, that sucks. I wanted to see those artifacts."
"Some things are better left unseen. Now, with the rules, I think that's it. Okay, Pemba, descend slowly."
With a soft screech, Pemba reduced her wing beats and adjusted her tail feathers. She then spread her wings wider and angled them downward. The City of Dawn zoomed in, revealing advanced technology, such as the sentry guns guarding the bastions. The refugees scattered like ants while the warriors positioned themselves near the bastions.
Concerned, Pemba spoke in her mother tongue while the translator device interpreted, "Why are those things pointing at us?"
Maya motioned for someone to borrow binoculars, which Nikita offered. Peering through the binoculars, she saw the problem. "Uh-oh, I better sort this out." She pressed a transmitter in her ear. "Pedro, come in."
A slight pause lingered until a male voice emerged. "Chefe, is that you?"
"Yes. Listen, tell those working with the sentry guns to stand down."
"Why? A giant bird is heading toward the city!"
Maya rolled her eyes. "I'm on the bird. Check your scope."
Another pause hung in the air.
"Oh, damn, I see you. My bad. I'll handle it. You can't be too careful."
"I understand. Is there somewhere we can land?"
"Yes, the old training grounds just south of the main square. It's clear and secure."
"Perfect, we'll head there now. Thanks, Pedro. Let's go, Pemba."
The giant bird adjusted herself and flew south. The locals and refugees below gaped in shock as the bird soared above them, casting a shadow over the city. Children pointed and gasped while some adults whispered in concern, clutching their belongings.
As they approached the old training grounds, remnants of Inca history became visible. Stone structures, once used for rigorous warrior training, stood half-crumbled but still formidable. Terraced fields, now overgrown, showed signs of disciplined farming practices that once thrived in the area.
Below, Pedro--with two spear-wielding warriors--positioned himself while guiding the bird to a safe landing spot. He signaled the warriors to stand ready, ensuring the area remained secure.
Pemba made another circle around the fields before she descended. Her massive wings created wind gusts that rustled the foliage and swelled dust. With a few mighty flaps, she settled on the ground, her talons gripping the earth. Pedro and the warriors sauntered, acknowledging the bird's majestic presence.
"Okay, everyone, follow my lead. Let me do the talking," Maya said. The gang climbed off the bird, their feet touching the ground. Soon after, Pemba shifted to her human form, stretching her arms after a long journey.
Pedro and his fellow warriors greeted Maya with a formal salute, crossing their right arms over their chests and bowing their heads. Maya returned the gesture, acknowledging their loyalty and readiness.
"Welcome back, Chefe," he said. "I suspect your search for Kan-Ra did not work out."
"No, but my trip was productive. May I introduce TJ, Nikita, Pemba, Orchid, Jago, and his ward, Carrie," Maya said.
"Is that the telekinetic you mentioned? She doesn't look like it to me," Pedro said.
The girl's cheeks flushed, casting her eyes downward. She fidgeted with the hem of her cloak, uncomfortable with the attention. Sensing her distress, Jago placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, offering her a comforting smile underneath his mask.
"Now, Pedro, looks can be deceptive," Maya said. "Speaking of which, is the artifact active?"
"The energy-cloaking one? Yes. It should keep everyone safe. Even Ultratech will have trouble finding their targets."
"Excellent. Let's get Orchid and her friends somewhere to rest. They're weary from the flight and need time to adjust to the elevation."
"Of course. Follow us, please."
Pedro led the group to a narrow path through the ancient ruins. Along the way, the locals stared at them with curiosity and reverence. Upon seeing the newcomers, the children peeked out from behind their parents.
TJ waved at them, but the locals did not respond and stared. "Huh. Tough crowd."
"We shouldn't take it personally," Jago said. "They have every reason to be cautious around strangers. Give them time, and they'll see we're here to help."
While keeping her head low, Carrie experienced a familiar sense of isolation as the locals' wary eyes followed her every move. It reminded her of her high school days when her peers treated her as an outcast. She hoped time would thaw their reluctance.
After some time, they arrived at a secluded courtyard surrounded by stone walls covered in vibrant moss. In the center, a crystal-clear spring bubbled up, providing fresh water. Several modest but comfortable huts stood around the perimeter, each equipped with soft bedding and thick blankets to ward off the mountain air chill.
"Here we are," Pedro said as they entered one hut. "Make yourselves at home."
The hut's interior reflected Inca architecture's ingenuity, with stone walls fitted together without mortar, creating a sturdy and insulated structure. Warm and comfortable woven reed mats covered polished stone slabs on the floor. Simple but functional wooden furniture, including a low table and stools, occupied one corner. Woven tapestries adorned the walls, depicting ancient rituals and landscapes. Alpaca wool blankets and soft llama hide pillows lined the raised beds, ensuring a pleasant night's sleep. Small, square windows let natural light filter in, framed by carved stone borders showcasing the artisans' skill.
"It's not a five-star hotel, but it'll do." TJ dropped his bag onto one bed.
"Well, I think it's perfect," Orchid said. "Maya, is there a communication center? I must contact Jean and the team to ensure they arrive at their location."
"Sure. Come. I'll show you where it is."
"You guys get settled in. I'll be back as soon as I can." While Orchid left with Maya and Pedro, the gang explored their surroundings.
As Nikita, TJ, and Pemba examined their huts, Carrie and Jago explored the City of Dawn. The beauty of the citadel was undeniable, its towering structures and intricate carvings whispering tales of times long past. Yet, beneath her admiration lay a persistent unease, giving her shivers. The locals' cautious glances triggered memories of her insecurities, amplifying her alienation in this mysterious place. Despite Jago's assurance, Carrie couldn't shake her fear, yearning for acceptance and understanding in this foreign land.
Each ruin they found filled the girl with awe and apprehension. Each ancient stone and crumbling archway held secrets, stories of old societies that intrigued and intimidated her. When she rested her hand on a broken pillar, a brief vision of the city's history revealed itself.
In her mind's eye, Carrie saw bustling streets filled with people adorned in vibrant clothing, their faces painted for a celebration. Incense scented the air, and drums echoed across the city. Above them, the Night Guards stood vigil, their imposing figures casting long shadows as they ensured everyone's safety.
Carrie's heart raced as the vision faded, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed by the vividness of the past.
"Carrie? Are you okay?" Jago asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"Yeah. I had a moment. This place is livelier than I expected." The girl breathed, steadying herself. "It's like the past speaks to us."
"I know the feeling." Jago's gaze drifted to the horizon, where the silhouette of a towering structure caught his attention. "Look over there. That must be Kan-Ra's temple. I sense dark energy from there."
Carrie shivered. "I sense it, too."
"We better head back."
The sky above the City of Dawn transformed into a canvas of vibrant colors. The setting sun painted the horizon with deep orange and soft pink hues, warming the ancient stone structures. Long shadows stretched across the ground, and the fading light danced on the carved surfaces, breathing life into its silent history.
In the courtyard, the gang gathered around the bubbling spring. Orchid arrived later, relieved that Jean and the others found a well-hidden place in Europe.
"So, what will we have for dinner? I don't know what they serve here, but I could settle for a fresh, cold beer," TJ said.
A Night Guard member dressed in an Incan-styled armor arrived and cleared his throat on cue. "My apologies for intruding, but Maya has invited you and your friends to the gathering."
"A gathering? Sweet! I hope there's food because I'm starving," TJ said.
Hours later, the gang arrived at a large, decorated Incan hut at the heart of the village. Bright textiles depicted harvest and celebration scenes on its walls. In the evening breeze, lush reeds rustled on the roof. Inside, torches brightened the space, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
Roasted meats and exotic spices filled the air. Weaved mats covered the floor, inviting guests to relax.
Laughter and cheerful chatter filled the air as villagers exchanged stories and jokes in their language. Drumbeats resonated in the background, accompanied by stringed instruments' melodic strumming. The crackling fire added a comforting undertone, mingling with the clinking of cups and plates as the feast began.
While sitting among the locals, Carrie glanced around, confused. The joyful occasion contrasted with her sheltered life in Chamberlain, Maine, where strict rules and her mother's stern beliefs often stifled any sense of joy or freedom.
Jago and Pemba exchanged curious glances around the vibrant setting. Accustomed to their homeland's reserved customs in Tibet and Bhutan, the frantic beats and spirited laughter were unlike the serene chants and quiet meditation.
TJ's top choice was a pizza joint or burger place with beer. Although unfamiliar with the setting, he embraced it and munched on fried meat attached to a stick. "This is delicious. All it's missing is some barbecue sauce, and it'd be kicking. What is this, anyway?"
"That's called Cuy," Pedro said.
"Coy?"
"No, no. Cuy. The 'u' sounds like an 'o'."
"Huh. A weird ass name, but I can dig it. What's it made of?"
"That's guinea pig," Orchid said.
The boxer stopped chewing upon hearing the answer. He stared at the half-eaten meat, imagining a live guinea pig staring back, pleading for mercy. His cheeks puffed out, fighting the urge to spit out the mouthful. After some internal struggle, he swallowed, offering a strained smile.
"You alright?" Nikita asked.
"Um, yeah. Just caught me off guard." TJ sipped his corn beer beverage, washing down the lingering taste. Man, I can't believe I ate a goddamn guinea pig! It wasn't awful, but I can't stop picturing it as a pet instead of dinner. If word spreads in Chicago, I'll never live this down.
Carrie switched between eating her salad and playing with it. The festivities reminded her of Prom and the painful memories behind it. "May I be excused? I don't feel well."
"Oh, dear. Lucia, do you mind taking Carrie to her hut?" Pedro asked.
His colleague nodded and led the girl away.
"Pemba and I will leave, too," Jago said. "We'll see you at the courtyard."
Once Jago and Pemba left, Pedro waited until they were out of earshot. "So, about Carrie, will she be alright?"
"Yeah. Carrie needs time to adjust," Orchid said. "The festivities could overwhelm her."
"Hm. I was shocked when Maya informed me of the girl's plight based on what you told her. What crime had that poor child committed to get dumped in pig's blood?"
"It's not about what she did, but what she endured. People can be cruel and sometimes need a scapegoat for their fears and failures."
"If you ask me, they're cowards," TJ said, eating a salad. "They act tough but pick on the weak. It's pathetic. If you've got a problem, face it head-on instead of taking it out on someone who doesn't deserve it. Boy, they got a rude awakening when Carrie unleashed her powers. While I sympathize with the victims, it served as a wake-up call for everyone. It's sad people had to learn their lesson this way."
"Despite that, people still won't learn anything. They repeat the same mistakes, never understanding the consequences of their actions," Nikita said. "It's like they're stuck in a cycle of fear and ignorance, unable to see beyond their prejudices. Until they face something that forces them to change, they'll keep finding new scapegoats, new victims to blame for their shortcomings."
Pedro shook his head, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "It's disheartening. You'd think humanity would have made progress by now, but history keeps repeating itself. I hope one day, people will understand the value of compassion and empathy."
"Damn straight." TJ sipped more of his beverage. "Where's Maya, given she's the master of ceremonies?"
"She's outside, getting some fresh air, but she'll join us soon," Pedro said.
The switchback trail wound up the mountainside like a serpentine ribbon, flanked by towering pines that whispered secrets of the encroaching night. The sky turned deep indigo as dusk descended, dotted with starlight glimmers.
In a lookout spot, Maya gazed into the distance, immersed. Although she walked this trail many times, the gorgeous view provided only slight comfort. She glanced at the twisting burn mark on her left leg, a reminder of the vicious attack from Ultratech that took everything from her. In addition, unknown danger lurked beyond the realm.
We must prepare for anything. Still, I'm glad to be home again. Before Maya could return to the festivities, she spotted birds flying from a forested area. She squinted but didn't want to dwell. What might lurk in the forest?