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THE BLUE FEATHER
Mayapan, which, you know, is located in the Mexican state of
Yucatan. The baby’s name was Lucero and she was born in a
sacred Mayan temple. On the altar was where she was born.
Lucero was born at four o’clock in the morning, when one
hundred stars lined up, with this planet called Earth. A great bolt
of pure energy was sent to that spot, the altar, at the moment of
her birth. She was born on December twenty-first, eighteen
hundred and seventy-five. After she was born, I placed a pure
gold and emerald encrusted necklace around her neck. It was
the same one that you, Bardala, wear today under your shirt.”
Pancho drew a long, very straight line in the sand, while
Bardala felt the ancient Mayan necklace that had always been
around her neck, the necklace that she had never taken off, not
even once, from her body.
“You saw my necklace and made this strange story all up!”
she shouted.
“Do you really think that is true? That I would lie to you? I
am not able to lie to you,” said Pancho.
“You cannot prove anything. You abducted us away from our
parents,” she said, while holding Viviana close to her side.
“I can give you proof. Have you seen the horses eat or drink
anything since we left the ranch?” asked Pancho.
“They must be hungry,” Jonathan said.
“Watch the image that I draw in the sand,” Pancho said to the
children.
Pancho drew the image of a Mayan glyph in front of the
children. As he drew the lines, the lines turned glowing
fluorescent blue. Then shapes began to form into different
colors. When he finished the glyph for Kukulcán, the great
feathered dragon, it moved on the sand.