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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“Just do it!”
“Okay,” Tital took her forearm and pinched the muscle.
“Now, do you feel better?”
I didn’t feel...anything. And where are my bow and arrows?
Where are my brother and sister? Let me show you something,”
she said as she kicked Tital in the leg.
“Wow, I didn’t feel anything. Nothing at all, that’s strange.”
“I have a bad...bad feeling.”
“You’re right this isn’t Kansas, or Vivia. It isn’t even good old
Earth.”
“Then, you tell me, where are we?”
“A place, I think, called...Xibalbá.”
“The Underworld?”
“That’s right, we may be...dead.”
“Where is everybody else?”
“Not with us, we’re alone. And you can’t see very far, there is
fog everywhere. You can’t even see the ground.”
“I don’t feel...dead.”
In the Otherworld, close by in its standards, suddenly
appeared from a swirling blue-green mist Yum Cimil and Ah Peku,
who started looking around.
“There they are. But, that’s very strange for this place;
Bardala and Tital are both standing up. I’ve never seen that
before with humans.”
But, they have already died and crossed over to this other
world,” Ah Peku said with pure glee.
“Maybe…and maybe not,” said Yum Cimil while thinking.
“All we have to do is take them through the Gates of Xibalbá.
Then they will belong to you as your slaves.”