DIVINE CHAMPIONS 6: A FINAL CONFLICT

MAGIC: GRANDPA MADE THAT

"Wooh!" Ishaan said, as soon as they got inside, "That's a legit private jet."

"You mean, Lejet?" Rick replied. Ishaan laughed at it, and so did Mikael. Rick didn't care what you thought. It was a funny joke. Come on.

"How long is it gonna take us?" Mikael asked.

"A day and a half almost. It's a connecting flight."

"Isn't it your Lejet?"

"It is. But it is still a jet. It needs refueling, and can't fly forty-two hours straight. That'll be too much asking." Mikael and Ishaan seemed to take it. So, Mikael asked, "Where are we stopping?"

"Dubai, Casablanca, Buenos Aires."

"Wow! Three?"

"Yeah, this is the shortest time. I checked time schedules in the commercial flights, they even go to fifty hours."

"Holy..." Ishaan controlled himself.

"So, tell us. What do you know about Vespasa?"

And so, as the Lejet took off, Rick started to tell the two about the tale his grandfather had told him. While on it, Rick relived the memories of his Grandpa's tales. He said that the lands had a special spiritual presence. He used to feel it everyday there, something he had never felt. He would say how he longed to see his family, but never lost focus on the work, for the people needed a town to live. He would tell Rick about the people in Vespasa. Generally short, but physically strong. They were passionate about many things, and their clothes were very unique. They worshipped different gods from him, and it was really intense there. They would climb mountains very easily, and literally very few people among them spoke English. They spoke a language called Quechua, of which, Grandpa understood not a single word.

After a tiring summer, winter arrived, and work stopped. The whole area got covered by snow. Even Argentina experienced snowfall. Who knew? "So, these Vespasians are Argentines, Grandpa?" Rick would ask. "No, child. They were from Peru. It is a country close to Argentina, where they lived before their homes were destroyed by earthquakes. Since then, they have lived there."

Grandpa would say how the place had nothing but stone made caves. They couldn't easily light up fire, in the fear of getting caught by the army. Before, it was a place unworthy for anyone to live in the modern age. Now, however, Vespasa was a symbol of Argentine pride. It had turned into an only symbol of Inca heritage for a nation that had only very little of the legendary tribe. 

And then, Grandpa would tell the stories of the treasure under the place where the Sun god's temple was built. The treasure was so massive that it let the town be run by its leaders well, and let him be rewarded for his tireless work. That treasure was the base of the great Sarkar Enterprises.

Grandpa had said that he had designed whatever was needed to be built. A hospital, two schools, numerous houses, and many more. The Argentine government had helped a lot, more than normally governments did. They had their reasons, as Rick understood now. The democratic government was new, and would have loved to stay in power. By helping these newly turned official Argentine citizens, they were basically buying voters. But the Incas barely cared. They were getting a home. Their home, their blessed land.

Hours were spent on the stories of old for the three boys, and soon, the plane started to descend. The pilot's voice was heard, "Mr. Sarkar and his esteemed guests, we will soon be landing on Dubai International Airport, where the plane would be at layover for two hours. It is advisable that you exit and reenter the airport, for you'll be bored otherwise."

And so, they came out, and exited the airport. "Okay, what do we do?" Rick said, looking up at the glistening luxurious city of Dubai. "Where is the box?" Mikael asked, to which, Rick replied, "Here." He pointed to his backpack. The thing weighed a ton now, but Rick couldn't risk leaving it in the plane. It might attract Berg's minions, but that was a risk he had to take. Mikael and Ishaan agreed, believing that they could take those minions on. "But what do we do?"

"We go watch the fountain?" Ishaan asked.

"One. Anything else?"

"We go atop the Burj Khalifa?" Ishaan asked again.

"Okay. Number three?"

"We feed ourselves something." Mikael added.

"Now?" Rick asked, "We just had lunch."

"Hey, we might not come back here ever. If this was my last time in Dubai, I would try the local delicacies."

There was point in it after all. As they hailed and boarded a cab, Ishaan pulled out an image on his mobile. The image was that of Vespasa. Rick was mesmerized to see the town now. The top view really did the thing. The town was brilliantly vivid and mesmerizing. Amidst the beautiful Andes mountains, the town was surrounded by barren mountains, which meant that these peaks would get covered in snow during the winters. There was a waterfalls flowing down one of those. Already in a location so picturesque, Vespasa almost looked like an otherworldly town. The houses his grandfather had built were still there, as intact as ever. The town now had literally everything. Marketplaces, fast food joints, hospitals, restaurants, factories, a railway station gyms, office buildings, and at the end of it all, at the corner of the town, the Temple of Inti. It was immensely huge, bigger than all houses or restaurants. Rick exclaimed, "Yep, Grandpa made that."