Mayan Blood by Justin Swapp

Author:Justin Swapp [Swapp, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: justin swapp

The dirt path leading to the cenote was flanked by shrubs and small trees. The sky slowly changed colors, and broke onto the path in swaying patches of light and shadows. Ana lead the way, faster and younger than Fay.

“This way,” Ana said, a wide smile showing her brilliantly white teeth. “It’s not too far.”

“The pamphlet didn’t say that the cenote was so far away from the other ruins,” Fay said as she pushed a branch to one side, confused. “What is a cenote, anyway?”

“This city was built here because of the water. Mayans believe that water is sacred. It gives life to the people, like Mother Earth’s milk to her children. You don’t see flowing rivers above ground like in other countries, but here the water is plentiful, only below the ground, not above it. The cenote is a sink-hole, or a well, and a way for the people to gain access to water. There are many cenotes we could visit,” she added quickly, “But I say I give you the special tour, so we go to the sacred cenote.”

“Sacred cenote?” Fay said, no less confused than before.

“It is the most wonderful, and the most especial cenote we have in these ruins. Its story is as rich as its waters are beautiful.”

As Ana said these words, the path opened to a small clearing that exposed a large hole in the earth. As they drew closer Fay noticed yellow cord had been placed around the perimeter.

“What’s that for?” Fay said, pointing to the cord.

“There have been accidents here. Tourists wander too close, and they slip and fall. We are trying to keep them safe by showing them the proper distance to keep from the sacred cenote.”

“But you can hardly see it,” Fay said, approaching the caution cord. She peered over the edge of the cenote. Foliage and branches surrounded the well and lined the inside of its walls. The water reflected a deep jade color, transparent and peaceful. Many objects lay buried at the bottom of the cenote. Fay squinted, but couldn’t make out exactly what they were.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, placing her hand on her chest. “What’s all that?” Fay pointed at the bed of the water.

“The other reason for the caution cord. This sacred well holds all the offerings of many generations at its depths. There are enough artifacts at the bottom of this well to fill a museum. As you can imagine, thieves have tried to steal the treasure many times.”

“So why haven’t they managed to take it all?” Fay said, surprised. “It would seem easy to do.”

“The locals say that the spirits of those who have died here still rest in the waters. Thieves don’t dare go near the water.”

“Are you trying to say that the folks who slipped and fell here haunt this place?” Fay said, folding her arms tightly.

“Not exactly, Señorita. Many years before the accidents, our ancestors performed rituals here. Men, women, and children were brought here and offered as sacrifices to the rain god Chac.

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