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 Very early in the morning Night Eagle woke up. His body was extremely sore, as a reflection of his spirit. He understood that a warrior not it can hold onto anything in life. A warrior is a teacher in the art of detachment, because if he holds, he goes below and sinks with his holdings. For this reason a warrior has no attachment to feelings, ideas and much less objects. A warrior carries the least he can, so he walks light in the world, without having to defend anything, only protects his existence, thus the warrior is invulnerable.

These feelings were growing, as the Sun on the horizon and in the same way the rays heated the forest, as the training he had received as warrior for years, warmed his desolate heart. He knew he was a human being and that he felt pain despite being a warrior, what made him different, was that a warrior did not surrendered to pain.

His spirits returned and remembered he had an appointment with Night light in the sacred cenote. He undertook his journey immediately and on his mind a sacred chant appeared:

"where will we go where there is no death? But, for this will I live crying? That your heart straighten: no one here will live forever. Even the princes came to die, People are being incinerated. No one will live here forever.

Eagles and Jaguars attention! to the florid battle with songs and darts the turquoise drum resonates, a path of light. Let the battle begin!"