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Fool's Gold	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Road to El Dorado, The Views: 1493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to The Road To El Dorado, nor do I profit from this. Enjoy this lovely fanfic! If not, crawl in a ditch for all I care! ;P

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Paired Couple: MiguelXTulio/SLASH!/Lime
A/N: Miguel, Chel, Altivo, and Tulio do not belong to me, they belong to Dreamworks. So on and so forth... Don't like what you're going to read here? Too freaking bad! It's here to stay and there's nothing you can do about it! Hee hee hee... But we all know you secretly like it. :P
Tulio hopped and dodged many obstacles along his path, keeping his eyes locked on the enraged chieftain of the Terbokneylznyath. He swung his spear left and right, trying as hard as he might to catch the Spaniard with the deadly tip of his weapon. The dark haired man ran around the perimeter of the village, weaving between the villagers and warriors as they were being chased down by the white war horse. As Altivo came charging down the opposite direction as him, Tulio jumped and luckily landed on the animal's back, escaping Revu-Jhezkekl's pursuit.
Before he managed to get ten feet away from the chieftain, however, Revu had managed to lance his spear into Tulio's side. Gasping in horrific pain, Tulio clutched at the wound with a hand, blood seeping out underneath his fingertips and staining his shirt. The pain seemed to be centering in his lower ribs.
Leaning low against Altivo's neck, they galloped swiftly along the ground, circling towards Miguel and Chel, whom had been surrounded by a couple of the warriors. The natives scattered when Altivo approached, not wanting to be trampled to death. Tulio stretched out a hand.
"Grab on!"
Grasping onto Miguel's hand, and in turn, Miguel pulling Chel along, all three amigos were situated on the horse and sped away from the village, a huge contingent of warriors and cannibalistic villagers trying to catch up with them.
About forty-five minutes later, when they had finally felt safe enough to have Altivo at an easy trot, they didn't spot any warriors following in their wake. They jumped from the horse's back, easing the burden on Altivo. When Tulio landed on his feet, he fell forward slightly, grunting in agony.
Someone put an arm around his shoulder. He unconsciously reached the hand with his own, holding it. He was surprised to find out it was Miguel's, expecting it to be Chel. She was on his other side, however, inspecting him.
"What's wrong, amigo?" Miguel gave him a worried look.
"Revu got me good back there in the ribs. It hurts like a bitch!" He gritted his teeth as Chel pulled at the fabric sticking to his wound.
"This doesn't look good, Tulio." She said. "We need to get you a medicinal herb right away or else it'll get infected. There's also a chance that the spear tip that hit you was poisoned."
"Well, what medicinal herbs are out here?" He asked irritably.
"I'll have to go look. There's one that was very prominent around El Dorado. I might be able to find it out here. It's common enough." With that, the petite woman hurried down the trail and into the depths of the forest.
Miguel lowered his friend down to the ground, taking off Tulio's vest so that he could place it under his head as a pillow. "You'll be okay, Tulio. Chel shouldn't be too long." He was nervous, noticing his friend's pale complexion and the sudden beads of sweat that formed on his brow.
"I know that, you spazz." He playfully shoved at the blond's shoulder, scoffing in his usual manner. "It's not like I'm dying or anything."
Hearing that made his best friend almost whimper. He gave a large, puppy-eyed stare at Tulio. The raven haired man rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Miguel. Stop it with the face. I'll be fine. It's just a scratch."
In fact, the wound was about an inch wide and a quarter inch deep. Miguel took off his belt and wrapped it tightly around his friend, making sure to pressurize the wound.
"Well, you're my best friend. I just don't want anything happening to you." Miguel said softly after he had tied off the belt.
Tulio gave a rare, gentle smile. "You are the best friend I've ever had. There are times where you drive me crazy, but you definitely make life interesting."
As his masters were talking, Altivo had noticed the snapping of a twig from high up in the branches. The horse looked up into the canopy, noticing a darkened shadow making its way closer to the two Spaniards along the ground. In a small sliver of light, the shadow pulled out a blow gun and a dart, fitting the deadly weapon into the tube, and setting one end to its mouth. The shadow took aim at the two friends below.
With a whinnying cry, Altivo jumped in front of Miguel and Tulio. Thinking the horse was crazed, they cringed, fearing a fatal impact. Instead, Altivo cried out and fell to the ground, a dart sticking out of his neck. The shadow up in the canopy above had disappeared.
In shock, both men looked over at Altivo. The horse laid still and unmoving...
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Chel walked back into camp, holding onto a plant that had little, ruby red star-shaped flowers on the ends, and noticed Miguel searching the tree tops, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"COME SHOW YOURSELVES, YOU COWARDS!"
She had never seen the sprightly blond so angry and upset before. That's when she saw the war horse on the ground, clearly dead. Tulio held onto Altivo, hugging the horse's face in his arms, weeping, "Altivo!"
"What happened?"
Miguel turned toward her, his eyes bloodshot. "They killed Altivo! They shot him with this dart." He held out the dart that had pierced Altivo's neck. She took it gingerly in her hands, examining it.
It was indeed a deadly, very toxic dart. Chel grabbed the blond Spaniard and said, "We have to leave here. They might come back to finish us off."
"Not until we bury Altivo." Miguel stated, his voice flat and uncompromising. He walked over to Tulio, who had stopped crying over the horse but was still holding onto him.
"It's okay, Tulio. He knows that you cared about him."
"Yea..." The raven-haired man nodded, looking at him sadly.
Chel walked over to the two of them. She set the flowers on the ground and took a stone to grind the plant into pieces. In a matter of two minutes, she had a fine powder. Chel unwrapped the belt from Tulio's side and poured the powder onto his wound. He hissed in pain.
When she was done packing the herb into his wound, she bound the belt around him again and helped him to his feet.
Miguel had found several large rocks to dig into the earth, and began to dig a hole. The other two joined him, although Tulio tried hard not to jostle his wound. When late afternoon was beginning to bleed into nightfall, they had dug a large enough hole for Altivo to lay in. Miguel and Chel lowered him inside the hole.
Rain began to fall from above, lightly showering them and adding to the depressing atmosphere.
"We will always remember Altivo. He was more than just a horse. He was a friend and loyal companion to us all. We shall not forget his sacrifice, nor the courage it took to protect us. Altivo has won us this day. We shall not forget his name, nor what he meant to us. We can only hope now that he is at peace." Tulio said somberly. "We will miss you, Altivo el Fuerte."
Moments later, the three amigos walked away from the freshly buried grave, headed down the road and hopefully toward a safe place to rest for the night.
A/N: Hopefully the next chapter will be a fresh breather for you all! Sorry for any tears I've caused over this chapter. It wasn't easy for me either, but the death was necessary. R&R as always and stay tuned...
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