Condor of the City ***PREVIEW***
#2 of Condor of the City
This is only a preview of the story and does not reflect the final product.
Condor of the City is a story set place in colonial Peru. The spanish horse Julio-Andres Huaman de Castro wants to live a few more months in Peru before taking a ship back to his home country. It is all in fine nature until one day he and his crew decide to raid a house supposedly haunted by a ghost. He later discovers the ghost is an actual indian slave, Hastu Huksonjo (faithful bird of the Andes in quechua). While Julio-Andres' first reaction was to turn him in to slavery again, he decides to take the bird away from danger and house him in his own home. This is where they will both fall in love with each other.
The story will follow the forbidden romance between the two as they stay away from potential danger from being caught, not just for owning a slave illegally, but also for being gay as well.
I'll have time, lots of it, to work on this. It's something I really wanted to do for a long time now. I'll post up Chapter 1 once it's up, and maybe submit the logo for the story sometime before that. Stay tuned, and if you liked this preview, watch me for more details!
"So is this it?" Rodrigo, a puma and the shortest of the four of us, slowly panted and proceeded to point to a big, burnt out house in the middle of nowhere. Carlos, a hawk, and Bernardo, a mastiff, also stared at the building for a bit. I looked at it too before I assured, "Yep. This is the house."
It was a white, broken hacienda in that also looked eerily familiar. The door was slightly ajar, allowing for anyone to enter. As a three-floor house, it was filled to the brim with valuables from the past owners, whose names are yet to be found. It was, so to speak, a gold mine.
"So why has no one robbed this place yet?" I asked.
"A ghost haunts the place," said Caros. I could see a bit of fright on his face. Typical of him. And a bit cowardly in his part.
"Yeah, Julio-Andres," Rodrigo supported. "You should be careful around here. I've heard someone say that one person went in and never came back."
I just growled. "Bernardo, please tell me you don't believe in this fairy tale..."
"Well," he started, "According to myth, the house is haunted by the past owner's slave. His name is not mentioned, but sources say it's a condor, and he occasionally haunts around the place by singing."
He then walked in front of me and faced us. "But according to us, this is a lie. ¡Entremos!"
If there was at least one brave man besides me in here, it was Bernardo. I started to advance. The others followed.