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 standing in front of "The power stone of the land of the feathered serpent". From his silhouette began emanating power and his hair began rising in all directions. An energy bridge was created between the stone and the warrior.

Suddenly a powerful thunder, which disrupted the silence and multiplied, while expanded in the atmosphere, with rapid and successive outbursts. A beam fell from heaven to earth zigzagging, illuminating for a moment the holy complex, joining the warrior with the power stone, through an electric current, which was circulated all over his body and went into earth, through the sculpture.

Night Eagle fell on his face on the stone.

When Night Eagle opened his eyes, five day had gone by. He was in a small room, lying on a petate and his entire body ached. He tried to get up, but his body did not respond. Like a wounded animal, he remained expectant.

Later a man came; his face was painted with three stripes. The first across his forehead was red, the second, from eyebrows to the nose, was black and the last from the mouth to his chin was red. As was the clothing custom, he had a loin cloth tied to his hip, with a part going through his legs and he wore huaraches. A deer bone pectoral covered his chest and cuffs on his wrists made from small jade stones, drilled and woven in a cotton thread, completed his attire.

—Our beloved brother, —said the man. Finally you have returned to the place of the emaciated, we thought you'd never be with us again, welcome to this poor House, "The mouth of the warriors well."

The painted man told him with paused and very clear voice, that he was at a knowledge center of the Feathered Serpent. That Night Eagle was a warrior and that he came from very far lands to recuperate, what once had been his "own face",