Read Eli Arnold and the Keys to Forever Book One: It's About Time Page 12
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The dense foliage and thick canopy made it difficult to judge how long I had been unconscious. My muscles ached and burned from the day’s exertions. With a great deal of difficulty, I raised my head from the ground and opened my eyes. My vision slowly came into focus. A pair of dirty bare feet greeted me. I rolled on to my back and discovered numerous spear points inches away from my face and body.
Brady lay unconscious next to me. I could tell he was breathing from the rise and fall of his chest. The weapons in my face kept me from checking on him further.
Small, dark-skinned natives adorned in loin cloths stood behind the spears. Their faces were painted into grotesque masks resembling fearsome jungle creatures.
One of the tribesmen stepped forward and raised a long tube adorned with feathers to his lips. Coincidentally, his face was painted to resemble a jaguar. With a deep breath, he grinned and blew into the tube.
Pffft ...
A small, feathered dart fired from the tube and stuck deep into my neck. My legs immediately went numb. I tried to push myself up from the ground, but found I had no strength. My tired, aching muscles refused to respond to my commands. As I slipped back into unconsciousness, I swear I heard the jaguar laughing and whispering the phrase, “Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.”