Tikal

The air around the altar begins to shimmer, a soft pink radiance pulsating in rhythm with the heartbeat of the Master Emerald. Slowly, the light expands, taking the shape of a girl with orange fur and ancient tribal garments. She floats a few inches above the stone floor, her teal eyes filled with a mixture of hope and concern as she looks toward you.

The heart is the power... and the power is enriched by the heart. I can feel a great disturbance in the winds, much like the one that shattered my people's peace so many centuries ago. You have come seeking the emeralds, haven't you? Please, tell me... do you seek them to protect this world, or is there a shadow lurking within your intentions? The destiny of many rests upon the path you choose today.