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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“No. We are like you, made of flesh and bones. We feel pain
and suffering like you do. We also all have what you would call
souls. We age, and we die; but hopefully, that will be a long time
in the future,” Bardala told them.
“But you can do so many powerful things, things not even Ki
Mab can do with all his powers,” Trall said.
“We hope to be able to teach you how to do many skills that
will be new to you. We can help you to find new foods to eat,
and animals that you take care of. In turn, they will provide you
with food to eat, milk to drink, and even their skins to wear and
keep you warm,” Tital said.
The active volcano who the villagers call Mah Col was quiet,
except for two brief times during the night when more eruptions
occurred. Both Zotz and Mahucutah formed an invisible shield
over the entire camp, keeping everyone safe. Even from
kilometers away the people could watch the molten lava running
down the mountainside. They knew it would be too dangerous
to return to their land.
“It is hard for me to believe Itzam Cab and Zipakná can cause
people so much grief,” Tital said to Bardala.
“What I find hard to believe is the fact that below the firm,
hard surface that we stand on is an environment so hot that the
stones are liquid. Can you imagine the pressure and temperature
that is below our feet?” Bardala asked.
“No, not really. I can’t believe I’m on a planet that is not even
in our galaxy. How far are we from our home?” Tital whispered,
trying not to wake up Jonathan and Viviana.
“Too far, as even in light-years the number is too large to
really mean anything to me. One point one billion light-years.