Perusina, Perusino and Tupac: Secrets of the Mountains

The sun had disappeared behind the high Andes and the sky was a deep blue, dotted with sparkling stars. Perusina, Perusino and Tupac made their way back to the palace, but the evening air was filled with a sense of the unknown.

"Have you heard?" Perusina asked, staring into the darkness with wide eyes. "The old people say that the mountains whisper at night and reveal their secrets."

Perusino grinned. "Whispering mountains? Maybe they tell stories about llama kings defending their carrots!"

Tupac couldn't help but smile. But today he felt a strange restlessness inside him. His father, Lloque Yupanqui, had always told him that the mountains were sacred and that the legends of the Incas slumbered in them - and soon Tupac would learn more about his brother Mayta Cápac, who would become the next great Inca.

“Look there!” Tupac suddenly shouted, pointing to a mysteriously glowing rock on the slope. “What is that?”

Curious, the three crept closer. The rock was covered with strange symbols that shimmered in the moonlight. Perusina leaned forward. "It looks like an old Inca message! But I can't decipher a word."

Perusino scratched his head. "Perhaps it's a map to a hidden treasure?"

Tupac knelt down and carefully touched the symbols. Suddenly a cool wind blew through the ravine and it was as if the symbols were speaking to him. A hint of awe hung in the air. "I believe this is a message about my brother Mayta Cápac," Tupac said quietly. "The symbols tell of his destiny to lead the empire."

Perusina giggled. "Destiny? I hope they also say he's good at riding llamas! An Inca without llama skills? Unimaginable!"

But Tupac shook his head as the symbols slowly seemed to fade. "It's about more than that. Mayta Cápac will have to lead the empire not only with strength, but with wisdom. My father always told me that the most important thing is the connection to the people and to the earth."

The three friends stood still, and the world around them seemed to hold its breath. The wind carried the gentle whispering of the mountains, as if telling them stories of heroic deeds and great adventures.

Perusino broke the silence. "Well, I think the mountains have told us enough for today. But I bet I can run back to the palace faster than you!"

Perusina laughed. “Oh, we’ll see!”

With a happy laugh, the three of them ran down the mountain path and the darkness swallowed them up. But the signs on the rock shimmered one last time, as if the mountains themselves were waiting for the next adventure - and for the stories that Tupac and his brother Mayta Cápac would still write.

Under the stars we dream tonight, of adventures that ignite magic. Where llamas fly and stars sing, Something new will begin for us tomorrow.

(c) by ToPet