Tropical Heroes

01. The great army

Araçá went to the river. It was a morning of clear blue sky with few clouds. A gentle and refreshing breeze moved the leaves of the forest. The narrow path was surrounded by flowers that gave off perfume, the balance sheet. Araçá walked, humming. The river was very close to the village and soon India reached the shore. We went to a small natural lake, formed through the rocks. The daily bath is a habit very cultivated by the Indians, which set them apart Europeans at the time. India's long hair plunged and for a time was submerged. The cold water made the skin crawl. Emerging, he heard screams. As that taken by the energy of lightning, Araca left the water, grabbed their belongings and ran toward the tribe. To come across a fallen tree, he plucked a branch and went toward the sound. Shortly before reaching the town, she came across a warrior who wielded a great spear. Man, when he saw the beautiful woman with hair as black as night, naked, half opened a broad smile, which could not enjoy for long. Shot in the legs by the weapon the woman wore, was the ground. Araçá took the spear and turned to run toward the village.

India found the place in great confusion. The fight was fierce between soldiers and the few Indians who still belonged to the tribe in process of extinction. Men, women, old people and children, even outnumbered, fought for survival. Araçá attacked a soldier who was fighting an uphill battle with an old protecting two children. He dug his gun at waist level and the senior finished the job. He then went to the aid of a young Indian, who fought two soldiers and, approaching with great speed, pierced the thigh of one of them. The old woman who had saved had become a partner in the battle and, after hiding children in the woods, killed the wounded warrior with a stone. Picking up a bow and a quiver on the ground, Araca continued. In the distance, hit two enemies in the chest and a third in the head. The soldiers appeared like ants. For each killed, two living appeared. It was when there was a warrior. The enemy had the body covered with golden and red feather on his head, gracing a kind of crown, clear as the rest of the body. Araçá stared and invested in a race to the hand-to-hand fighting, but the warrior was faster and took a small blowgun the side of the armor, hit araçá arm with a tiny projectile. India fell to the ground before reaching the opponent.

There were many sounds and incomprehensible images. The world spun. Araçá could barely open his eyes, for the least amount of light made her feel sick. His head still very heavy, tried to grope around and found some objects that did not recognize immediately. He heard a voice and cringed. The world came back to get dark.

A severe headache woke Araca. He listened again, voices that did not know. A big hand lifted his head and forced him to drink a liquid odor and taste strong. It was not long until I felt a great relief and an irresistible urge to sleep it again the dominated. I did not know how long he had been unconscious, but the cold water woke her. With his hands tied behind his back, he had a hard until you sit down. In front was the enemy that had overthrown, strong and slender like a snake. The defined muscles showed that it was indeed a woman of the war, those who had known the young only in stories told by their elders. The beast stared India, which was not intimidated and reciprocated away. Araçá felt the strength return and the blood run faster by the body's veins, as the poison passed. Forcing the ropes that bound the wrists, not taking his eyes off the enemy until a man enter the enclosure.

- Then our guest woke up?

Araçá remained silent and stared at the stranger.

- I hope you will help us, as her friend helped us - the man continued, pointing to a corner of the hollow that the prisoner had not yet seen.

Instead there was a hanging body. Araçá recognized the elderly Indian woman who had helped in the battle. His blood boiled. It was as if all the warmth of King Star invade inside. He tried to free himself from the ropes with all the forces that had, until the skin does not endure and bleed. Blood smeared the rope and then managed to come off. Quick as a flash, she sought the one next object, a vase with water. The enemy tried to draw his blowgun, but the prisoner was much faster this time and, with a volley, disarmed the warrior. At that time, there were two unarmed women. Araçá did not wait and attacked and using the hollow central mast for support, hit the enemy on the left with a violent kick. The impact knocked the opponent in an efficient bearing, broke his fall and stood up with great agility. The warrior took advantage of the contact with the ground to pick up some dry land, which used to play in the eyes of Araca. The unexpected act surprised India, and the warrior knew to use the advantage to reach the rival with a kick to the side of the body and punched in the face. Blood poured from his brow and filled his eyes, which meant he could only see the figure of the enemy. Distancing himself to buy time to recover, he kicked something lying on the ground, but the warrior wanted to take advantage it had continued the attack. A new kick tipped Araca that, while falling, managed to catch the object on which bumped. Still ahead, the enemy approached the fallen opponent for more blows, yet Araçá predicted his intention and used the object as a shield. The shock was so violent that the warrior broke his arm and screamed. Still not see very well, India raised up and dealt a powerful blow to the head of the enemy. Referring to the light from the hollow of the entrance, left the room.

Araçá ran through the woods, desperately and constantly looking back. The trees went very fast, such was his speed. Low branches and thorny plants hurt your body. The road was straight and dense, not being able to see very well. Gasping for breath, trying to keep pace, but the uneven ground was a big enemy. I felt no injuries in the skin of the feet. Along the way, without noticing, the forest density was beginning to slow down. He tried to stop abruptly and his feet slipped on the wet ground by morning fog. The body displacement ceased centimeters from the edge of the abyss. He looked back, panting, the effort used in the race. Quickly turning his head, India saw a big drop in front of him. There was a huge lake on the precipice of bottom and a monumental waterfall right. He looked back again and listened to the noises, realizing that the pursuers approaching. No more thinking, she jumped. For a moment, it was a free bird. With great speed, the distance was unsuccessful and it penetrated into the cold water. The body complained, as if it was hit by hundreds of thorns. The lake was deep, too deep and India took to return to the surface. The current was strong and took Araca. The stones passed quickly for her when he realized that the enemies also jumped into the large natural pool. The force of the water carried her while she sank a few times.

His body collapsed stuck to some branches on the bank of the mighty river, still close to the big lake waterfall. A young Indian came up and examined it. Seeing India still alive, he took the site. He started a fire, as night fell. The Indian watched the woman still meaningless. He stopped and looked around, suspicious of someone's proximity. He took his bow and waited near the unconscious body of Araca, and did not have to wait long until three men appeared. The trio was completely painted and fitted with bow, spears and clubs. The young Indian tried to defend himself, but the warriors were faster and left him lifeless on the ground. One of them put India on the shoulders and disappeared into the dense forest.

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