Chapter Twelve
When the conquistadors arrived in this new-to-them world, they looked up at the pyramids and temples, they looked out at the brown people and their sophisticated social structures, they looked down at the hieroglyphic writing that had evolved before theirs, and they burned as much of it to the ground as they could to hide the evidence.
Luckily, for humanity’s sake, I was a hoarder. I’d written down much of the history and tales of this world before it was new to Europeans. Many of those manuscripts were stored on my island. I pulled out the document from a millennium ago and unrolled it onto Skully’s desk.
“You met my fathers?” She didn’t look down at the Popol Vuh. She glared at me; betrayal was flint in her hard gaze.
I held up my hands. “I forgot.”
Skully squinted he
