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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
long years, he had not seen him. He wondered, as he pushed
ahead, would he ever see him again? Koo had been fourteen
years old when the Atoos came for their tribute, and now he
would be a man. If only he was still alive... maybe these new
friends could help him regain his son.
It was a slow four hours of steady walking before the air
cleared, and the ash quit falling. Everyone was bone tired when
the entire group stopped next to a fast-running stream.
“Bardala, I think we need to call upon a few of the Spirits we
know. We definitely need some help.” Tital said, as he stood
with his new family. “Okay, we need Huehue to build campfires.
We need Chac Uayab Xoc to catch a lot of fish from that
mountain stream over there, and Yum Kaax to bring us some
plants to eat from this new world. We can also see from what he
brings us what is edible here, and ask him what plants to avoid.”
“Who else might we need?” Bardala asked.
“We need to have Ix Chel, the weaver of cloth, for blankets
for all these people, as theirs burned up back in their old village.
She has blankets as soft and good as Bed, Bath and Beyond has
on our home planet,” Viviana told them.
“I would send for Acan, because with all the walking and
carrying things, like all our heavy packs of supplies, everyone
could use some wine to replenish some strength and cheer their
spirits a little bit,” Jonathan added.
“You’re right, and I also want Kai Yum, because his music will
help calm the people after the terrifying day they have been put
through,” Bardala said.