The Aragonese explorer slowly approached the house in the middle of the field, wondering. It is the only stone dwelling he has seen on the island; very different from the bamboo and straw houses of the natives. What if it belongs to a bruxa? He thought.

Upon emerging from the thick woods, onto the edge of a ravine the young warrior gazed upon the gigantic form that slumped stone-cold beside a towering mountain. It was shrouded by trees and other manner of plants and vegetation while a steady waterfall gushed forth from a fissure in its chest. While the young warrior…