Deep in the jungle, far from every settlement and village, was a temple. It had stood the test of time, maintaining its shape over the years. As it was made out of white marble, it stuck out like a sore thumb among all the green even with plants slowly growing around it.
What was deep housed inside was the most magnificent treasures. Coffers of gold. Gemstones of every colour. Countless diamonds. Blades and clothing made to last from long ago. It was for this treasure that Ventus assumed more people were making their way into the jungle. He kept out of sight and watched as they tried and failed to go deep enough in before even seeing the temple. Some would get lost and become prey. Others would take one wrong turn and end up falling from a cliff. It didn’t matter. No human had ever set foot in the temple and seen what it had held.
Well, no human except for Ventus. He came across it exploring one day. He was curious as to what was inside. He was careful as he made his way in, not wanting to set off any man made traps. But he had conquered the temple and seen the treasures it held. He left everything the way he found it though, for what use did he have for gold or jewels? Currency meant nothing in the jungle.
So he just watched more and more come, and more and more go. He was careful, but eventually, someone thought they saw a boy high in a tree and had gone back to the nearest village to tell his story to any who would hear.