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What Volcano?

"Okay, now that I'm in… you guys have gotta share. How'd you do that volcano trick?"

Miguel looked at Tulio in confusion.

Tulio looked at Miguel in confusion.

Tulio and Miguel turned to Chell in confusion.

"Volcano? What volcano?"

She stood there with a blank face. "The volcano? Just now? The one that started to erupt, but stopped when you," her index finger pointed at Tulio, "screamed stop? Does any of that ring a bell?"

"No? Should it have?" Tulio took the lead again. "I mean, if it happened, that's just great luck. But we didn't know it was going to happen, but we gotta work with what we're given. Isn't that right, Miguel?"

The afore-mentioned blond didn't look so convinced. His brow was furrowed in a way Tulio recognized as being worried. So he raised his eyebrow in his direction. "Really now? Our luck is starting to bother you now?"

He started counting down on his fingers. "First, the fact that we actually got that map. Then we manage to escape from those thugs, the guards and that bull. We, accidentally I might add, stow away on one of the very few ships heading to the New World. We manage to drag in a horse that is way too smart for his own good into our plot. Then we land exactly where the map says we need to start."

He lifted up his left hand as well. "The map is actually real and leads us to the City of Gold. And we don't die in any unimaginably horrible way during our trip. The natives don't instantly kill us. And then they convince themselves we're their gods in mortal form."

He finished with a triumphant look on his face. "Is it really so hard to believe that the volcano-thing happened after all that?"

It was Miguel's turn to look sheepish. "Well… no. Not really. It's just strange, you know? Even our luck has never been that good. But it worked out okay. Maybe I'm just being silly…"

"Maybe?" Tulio's face was contorted into a playful grin.

"Ah, come off it. You know what I mean. Although it would have been nice, you know. Just think, if we needed extra hands we could just tell these little statue-thingies to, I don't know… 'Arise, and obey your old masters!' Wouldn't that be neat?"

He turned his familiar grin to his long-time partner in crime, only to be puzzled when he saw he was staring slack-jawed past him. Then he heard Chel faint and hit the ground. He turned around and looked behind him.

One of the little statues had moved out of its alcove. Even as he watched the little golden man bowed down in front of them.

His eyes widened, and he said the first thing that was on his mind.

"Oh my god."

AN: My mind is weird…

What if Tulio and Miguel were actually the Doradans' gods returning, only they didn't know it?

If I continue this, expect much hilarity… but also moral conundrums, plot twists and butchering of many different cultures. In advance, I apologize.

Read, enjoy and review.

~GrinGrin

Written: 05/07/2014

Posted: 06/07/2014