The Sun Descends From Heaven

When the face of the earth was but a little brightened, there was one who puffed himself up, one who committed many great crimes, whose name was Cabracan, who was Kadanh of Chaigar. His ancestors had made pacts with demons; his blood was unnatural and of darkness. He said: “I am great. I dwell above the people who have been shaped. I shall be their moon and their sun. My eyes sparkle with glittering green jewels. My teeth are as jade stones, and my face as brilliant as the sky.” Many crimes he committed. Now Cabracan was not really the sun, but he puffed himself up in this way because of his gold and silver. His vision did not reach beyond where he sat. It really did not reach everywhere beneath the sky.

Now we shall tell how the Kadanh of Chaigar died.

The Sun saw what had befallen the people of the earth. He recalled a great past, when the true sun and the moon had been among the people, and given them light. And he said to himself: “I will raise up champions to go forth, and see that they end this wicked thing.”

The Sun first descended into the dreams of One Acapan Hun Itza, the Hope of Sacred Springs. This Acapan Hun Itza was a mighty warrior; his father’s father’s father had been exiled by the father of the Kadanh, and he dwelled among the Kamwisi hunters, and mastered the blowgun, and the thrown spear, and the knives, and the dance of war. And in his dream, Acapan Hun Itza saw the Sun as a mighty warrior, and saw the world as it had once been. And he said: “Who is this man, who stands aside my birthright? He must be my enemy.”

Thus Acapan Hun Itza drew his knife and charged, but the Sun was as seven shadows, and evaded the blow. So Acapan charged again, but the Sun drew a beam of sunlight, and parried the blow in the manner of a heavenly guardian. So Acapan threw his knife, but it glanced off the adamant skin of the Sun. And the Sun said: “Three times have you nearly struck Me. You are worthy, Acapan Hun Itza. I will make you My champion, and you will become as the Dawn and rise in My glory. Go forth, and set right what was broken.”

And so Acapan woke, and he was among his hundred brothers and sisters, and they saw the Sun shine from within him. And all among them exclaimed: “He is become the Dawn!”

Next the Sun descended to the dream of The Body of Karel Jann, which was joining to the Mycelium, becoming one with the One of the Un-Lepers of the North. The Sun searched for Karel Jann, whose soul was slipping away, and found it in a dream of the Great Death, that happened hundreds of years ago. And the Sun saw, that Karel Jann wept and was fearful at the Great Death where no life may grow. And the Sun showed his face to the dead, and plants spired from them, and when Karel Jann saw this, he said: “Teach me this magic, that I may save the living things, that this may never happen again.”

And the Sun said: “Karel Jann, are you certain? For you will be divided from day and night, light and dark, and be at home in neither, and you will no longer be among kin.”

And Karel Jann looked into the face of the Sun, and accepted his teachings. And the Sun said, “You have not flinched from the face of My radiance. You are worthy, Karel Jann. I will make you My champion, and you will become the line between light and darkness. Go forth, and be cut off from your kin, but be One with all Creation.”

And Karel Jann woke, and he was no longer one with the One, but saw the mysteries of Creation. And he walked neither in darkness nor in light.

Next the Sun descended to the Realm of the Dead, deep below the Earth. And he saw there the statues of his dead children, and he wept. For he could not bear to lose them. And so he called, and in dreams, One Itzpapalotl descended also. This Itzpapalotl had been a slave. His brothers and sisters had been killed by the Kadanh, but he had learned the way to descend into the Realm of the Dead to see them. And the Sun was here, as a broken old man, weak and tired. One Itzpapalotl said to himself: “There is nothing left of this old man. I will aid him, and end his suffering.”

But the old man looked upon Itzpapalotl, and saw that he understood what it meant to for the heart to die. And so he asked, “We have both lost everything. Will you restore what has been broken, so that others will not suffer our fate?”

And Itzpapalotl said to himself: “Surely it is better for suffering to end. But for the sake of my brothers and sisters, I have not died. Perhaps there is yet hope.” So he said to the old man, “I will help you.”

And the Sun shone upon him, and Itzpapalotl saw, that he had been deceived. And the Sun said: “You have not surrendered to despair, even in the depths of darkness and Death. You are worthy, Obsidian Butterfly. I will make you My champion, and you will be in darkness but fear no evil. Go forth, and bring justice where you walk.”

And Itzpapalotl woke, and he was one with midnight, and yet the Sun was in him. And the flame of hope in the darkest hour burned inside him.


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