The next morning, the team of transporters left the home of the Smoky mirror. Silent as a snake, they advanced between steep mountains. When the Sun was at the top of the sky, they began to descend to warmer lands.
Night Eagle was radiant; his body felt very happy, something happened and not knowing what it was exactly, something told him that he was on the right track.
The Fire Jaguar team began to pass through a region of volcanoes, lakes and lagoons of unmatched beauty. The climate and vegetation were lush. The mountains mixed all the imaginable greens, the birds’ trills, the animals’ cries and a transparent blue sky, made the carriers walk with renewed energy.
The walk was bearing fruit in the warrior body and spirit. The years spent in warm, moist areas of the Great Plains, living passions of secular life, had numbed his spirit and loosened his body. The tiring physical exertion, the contact with nature and the practice of a discipline, full of mysticism and force, had again tempered and tuned the warrior body and spirit.
The team was advancing by the winding paths of the mid-mountain lands. Very often they saw on their path the animals in those lands; deer, jaguar, tapir, wild boar, monkey; birds of all colors and sizes, where the quetzals, macaws, ducks and eagles were remarkable.Later, when they arrived in a region of small lakes, they found many villages, where they were well received. The old Toltec grandparents had spilled everywhere their wisdom from the beginning of time. All peoples had the same root. Despite their multiple differences, linguistic, ethnic and cultural; they all had a common philosophical origin, which made them share a single civilization.