January 3rd, 1972, three forest workers, Beltran-Pareres, Carlos Vasquez and Nesta Amassifuan walk deep into the Peruvian rainforest.

Above them, the sky is a dark gray, casting a deep shadow through the already shaded jungle. This part of the rainforest is so

dense and thick that the canopy blocks out most of the sun even on a good day.

They almost stayed home. The rain was supposed to be bad and they

wondered if they should just come out tomorrow. But something and Carlos told him

they should go. And so here they were heading towards their station deep in one of the most isolated places on the planet.

As the three men walk forward, they hear something in the distance.

They slow down and scan the forest.

Most of what they would find in this part of the Amazon would be harmless.

Monkeys, sloths, ant eaters, but on the off

chance they were being stalked by a Jaguar, they wanted to be ready. They followed the noise,

when underneath the makeshift tent where they're supposed to be stationed,

Carlos sees something that makes his eyes go wide.

The others follow his gaze expecting to see a predator. They could have

never guessed what was walking towards them. It was a girl, but one that looked unlike anyone he had ever seen in the

area. She was about 17 years old with platinum blonde hair and big red eyes. She was covered in mud and had a bad

wound on her leg. Gasoline dripped down her arm. Who was this girl? There were no white people in this part of

Peru, only a few scattered locals with tan skin and dark hair. Beltran couldn't believe his eyes.

And for a moment, he wondered if he should kneel before her.

He had heard legends of who this woman must be.

Yakumama, the Peruvian jungle's water goddess.

Often portrayed as a snake, it was said that if a pregnant woman looked at Yaku Mama she would come back and

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