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Dora didn't reach for a blade. She reached for her backpack. "Knowledge belongs to everyone," she said firmly.

Dora pulled a small, tarnished mirror from her pack. She remembered her father's stories of the 'Light of the Ancestors.' She climbed a towering Ceiba tree, her movements fluid and practiced. At the very top, above the storm clouds, a sliver of golden light broke through. She angled the mirror, catching the beam and reflecting it downward through the thick leaves.

Below, the light hit the Stone of Solitude. The ground groaned. The massive rock didn't slide open; it dissolved into a shimmering mist.

The mercenaries tried to follow, but the floor tilted, sliding them safely but firmly into a lower chamber filled with harmless, sticky sap.

"So," Diego said, shaking his head. "Are we going to tell the principal why we missed biology class?"

"The knowledge is worth more than the gold, Dora," the archaeologist sneered, leveling a flashlight like a weapon.