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on his head. He had no strength or did not know how to remember what had happened. Few things were clear and firm in his mind; one was that he was Night Eagle and the other; was that he had just returned from death, it was all.

Suddenly in the distance, he began to hear a rhythmic drum noise and the sound of sea snails. The sound was coming from the west, just where the stone path entered the closed forest. Without thinking he started to walk down the path, in search of the origin of the mysterious music.

Upon entering the jungle, he became fascinated by its beauty, thickness and danger. Never before he had seen this foliage, moisture was increasingly greater and vegetation as a whole, made him feel a human being, the fragility and insignificance of his life in particular, against all the vegetation.

The road was built with calcareous stone of whitish color that in the thick of the jungle, highlighted with intensity. Each time the music became more clear and vigorous. Suddenly, in a large clear of the jungle appeared a wonderful revelation.

A building complex beautifully decorated splendid in the jungle; as if by a dazzling miracle. A group of men came to greet him. Their physiognomy and clothing were different from what he knew; tall men with large heads, a prominent nose that reminded him of certain birds.

When they reached him, the oldest of them spoke in Mayan, a strange language that he could not understand. The old man waited a moment and then spoke to him in Nahuatl, another strange language, which Night Eagle mysteriously understood.

The elderly welcomed him then this place called Uxmal that meant "The three times built" and said that he was welcome. And asked him to follow them, they walked

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