Sweat drips down from your brow. You look up to see the low beams of light from the evening sun painting its fading rays throughout the dense foliage of the jungle floor. The air seems thicker the deeper you go. You know why you’re here, it’s the Legend; the Golden Jaguar. Its been whispered by tribesmen, etched in stories from treasure seekers, and sought after by money-hungry men. And it led you, hot, sticky and tired, here, deep in the jungle with a lust to have the ancient antiquity, the last of its kind. Few know its exact location, but many have attempted to obtain it. The Golden Jaguar has been buried and lost by time. The Natives remember this ancient relic as a protector of the jungle, much like the Jaguar is today. Of course, these could all be stories, but for you, it’s as real as the sweat, the heat, and the sun that beats on you throughout your journey through the jungle.