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Camila clutches her brother's hand in hers as they both stroll in the woods.

"Father is putting us to the test," Camila's younger brother chuckles.

"He always does, Shawn," Camila squeezes his hand.

"Where do you think he hid the family heirloom?" Shawn asks his older sister.

"I have no clue but it has to be a secured place for him to risk the family heirloom," Camila spoke.

"Where would a tomahawk be out here in the woods?" Shawn asks.

"Father is very smart he may have found a secret passage like in these large boulders," Camila approaches a large boulder. She feels around the surface until her hand sinks into an opening. "Shawnie I found something," Camila turns to the side and slips in.

"Cami I would not be able to fit so be careful in there," Shawn calls, his voice echoing.

"It is a cave Shawnie," Camila calls out.

"Have you found the tomahawk?" Shawn asks.

Camila searches everywhere until she stumbles into a medium-sized body of water. She slowly sinks her foot to see how deep it is. It is quite deep. Something touches her foot and Camila submerges herself in the water. She looks around until she sees her great-great grandfather's tomahawk. Camila grabs onto the handle and resurfaces as she gets out of the water and out of the cave.

"You found it!" Shawn smiles once his sister is safely back in front of him.

"Here, it is yours," Camila holds the tomahawk out to her younger, taller brother.

"No, father said that whoever finds it is theirs," Shawn pushes it back to his sister.

"I will keep it for now and when you are ready it will be yours," Camila smiles.

Camila's POV

It is morning time now as I run my fingers over the handle of the tomahawk. My father said that whoever finds this tomahawk will be the future chieftain of the Aztec tribe within the family. My father told me the tale of why this tomahawk is special to all of the future chieftains of the Aztecs. He said my great-great-grandfather defeated one of the Aztec's greatest rival tribe chieftain in a duel with this very tomahawk.

My great-great-grandfather had his hand amputated during the duel yet he defeated the rival chieftain one-handed. My father said that this tomahawk brings strength and luck to the soon-to-be chieftain but only if they can find it before the amount of time they were given runs out. Ever since my great-great grandfather's bravery, the Cabello family has been the chieftains of the Aztec. I was going to be chieftain until... Well everybody knows the tale.

I stand up from my bed and place the tomahawk in the chest with the rest of the items from the Aztecs that stayed with me. I open my bedroom door after locking the chest shut and walk to the kitchen. I open the doors and everybody stops what they are doing.

"What?" I ask confused.

They all look at each other then back to me. "Are you okay?" They all ask at the same time.

"Yes, why?" I asked.

"Miss Jauregui did not put a punishment upon you?" Sir Trey asks.

"Punishment? Like what?" I asked.

"Like you cannot eat for the entire day," Sir Trey suggests.

"Or scoop up the animal's poop with your bare hands," Sir Ian adds.