Dora and the Lost City of Gold by Steve Behling

Author:Steve Behling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-05-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

GOOD NEWS: AT LEAST the arrows weren’t hitting the tree trunk anymore.

Bad news: Yeah, they were still rolling down a hill toward certain doom.

The trunk kept on rolling, bouncing along the knotted jungle floor, throwing everyone inside this way and that.

The trunk broke through some foliage before it finally crashed onto some rocks that stopped it entirely and came to rest on the bank of a river.

One by one, the group helped one another out from the trunk. They all looked dizzy, dinged up, and entirely the worse for wear. But they were alive.

“I can’t say for sure, because I’m fairly confident I just sustained a brain injury,” Alejandro mused, “but I do believe we may have just met Los Guardianes Perdidos. The Lost Guardians.”

“I thought they were just a legend,” Diego said.

“I guess they were a legend like Zelda, and after us,” Randy said.

“Zelda’s not re— Oh, forget it,” Alejandro said, dropping it.

As Randy pulled the arrow from his juice box, Dora calmly walked over and examined it. She saw a sun symbol on the arrow.

“It’s the same Inca sun symbol that was on those totems,” Dora said, referring to the objects they had seen earlier in their jungle adventure.

Randy took the arrow back. “So, what, these are like legit arrows?” he asked. “Like, ‘kill people’ arrows?”

Alejandro took the arrow from Randy and examined it himself. He appeared a little confused but said, “The markings are . . . quite authentic.”

Dora noticed that Sammy was now sitting on the log with her head down. Something wasn’t right. She walked over to Sammy.

“Are you okay?” Dora asked.

Sammy looked up at Dora, her eyes full of rage. “Okay?” she said. “OKAY? No, I am not okay, okay? Randy almost got killed! I almost died in a log! A. LOG!”

Dora was starting to get the idea that Sammy was really not thrilled at the way things had been going.

“I want to go home!” Sammy continued. “I want to be staring at my phone in an ice-cold room drinking a frozen coffee beverage! I know that makes me sound real basic, but that’s what I want! And, by the way, the poo song lied! It was totally dangerous! Arrows rained down on me! I hate it here!”

Then Sammy stood straight up from the log and started to stalk off. She stopped for a second, then said, “And I can’t even storm off because the jungle will eat me!”

No one said a word for a moment.

And then . . .

“Maybe a song will help?” Dora said.

“It’s okay to freak out sometimes

It’s fine to totally freak out . . .”

“NO! MORE! SONGS!” Sammy yelled.

“Finally, someone says what we’re all thinking,” Alejandro agreed.

Now it was Dora’s turn to stalk off. But it wasn’t so much stalking off as it was feeling guilty. Feeling guilty about everything that had happened.

Because she was sure it was all her fault.

Dora was sitting on a log by herself, down by the riverbank. She didn’t have much time to be alone, because Boots had followed her.

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