I had chartered a boat to Enalican and was on the jungle path. It was strange, that this path was already laid down. But it was very worn, so I thought nothing of it.
Farther along the path, I saw what appeared to be and Enalican hunter. "Have you seen any Gold?" I asked
"Yes," he replied. "I just need someone to help me excavate it."
After some searching, I had found the Gold. I was shocked by the size of the haul. This would make anyone rich! "I think we should just take what we can carry, and give half to the government," I advised.
My companion didn't reply immediately. But when he did, it was to late.
"You're not going anywhere, Jonathan Gideon," he hissed. "You're going to die at the hands of the Black Panther."
I fell to the ground. It all connected. The Black Panther, the dark mastermind who my Father had spoken so bitterly of. It was the last thought I had before it all went black...
Will Jonathan survive? check out part 10 to find out. (I promise it will be done this week)