The Mayan Prince and his Guardian - Part 1
The sun shines brightly down on the open top floor of the temple. The young prince Nicholai ducks behind a rough stone pillar as Esmiel, his guardian, comes around the corner, his eyes scanning the area. He spots the prince’s long blonde locks whip behind the pillar and walks up behind him and says quite loudly in Nicholai’s ear “Don’t run off like that again!”
Nicholai flinches and spins round, muttering “What are you gonna do?” and puts his hand over his mouth, instantly regretting his words. Esmiel looks coldly at the prince and says quietly “I will have to keep you on a leash… and I know you would hate that” and Nicholai shakes his head and steps backwards “oh no…” and he squeaks as he trips backwards over a low stone block on the floor. Esmiel rushes forwards and catches the boy in his arms, his strong hands gripping Nicholai gently as he pulls him to his feet. The prince blushes deeply and whispers “Thank you…”
Esmiel smiles “You are most welcome, my prince… my duty is to care for you. But you are lucky I found you and was here to catch you huh?” Nicholai blushes again and nods before whispering “Is it true what they say… that they want to ravage my…” and he blushes deeper “… my soft, supple flesh?” Esmiel looks at the prince’s soft, supple flesh and nods “They would literally eat you alive if I was not here to protect you”
Nicholai turns his head as his ears twitch and he strains to listen as a great rumbling sound is heard in the distance and the ground begins to vibrate and he whispers “What is that?”
Esmiel looks around “What?”
“Listen! That! What is that?!”
“Oh my Gods…”
The prince rushes towards the top of the temple steps and Esmiel grabs his arm “Wait… I have to be by your side, remember?” and they look down at the surrounding shrines and low stone huts and far off in the distance, where the edge of the jungle used to be, is a dust cloud.
“What…?”
“Bad fucking news… we have to hide, get to cover right away!”
The prince lets out a small cry as he sees hundreds of figures at the front of the dust cloud and he squeaks “Where… how…” as Esmiel grabs him around the waist and looks around desperately “Where can we go… what’s the safest place?” he mutters to himself. The prince, blushing deeply and gasping at having been grabbed turns his head and says quietly “What’s that whistling sound?”
Esmiel’s eyes go wide and he looks up “Ummmm…”
The sky grows dark as a wall of spears hides the sun, time seeming to stand still as they reach the peak of their arc and turn downwards. Time returns to Esmiel all too quickly and he shakes his head “That’s not good…” he mutters as he drags Nicholai behind a wide pillar and presses him up against it, covering his body. As the spears hurtle towards them, Esmiel crouches down, pushing Nicholai under him, his arms wrapped tightly around the prince, and his body forms a human shield around Nicholai.
They hear voices coming from the bottom of the temple steps, and footsteps moving up them. Nicholai gasps, “Quick...”
Peeking round the corner, Esmiel sees a swarm of angry people, dozens of them, running up the stairs.
Nicholai blushes as he looks up and sees his guardian’s face close to his, and he fights the urge to fall into Esmiel’s arms, and stay there, and he gets up and moves towards the back of the temple, saying,”Can you leap high?”
Esmie xXx
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